Klei's Backstory Pt. 4

"So, as a mother, what does it feel like to have your son be mentally disabled?" asked the interviewer.

"I wouldn't call him disabled…" my mother replied crying in tears, "He was a smart, too smart, and a good kid, he had so many dreams, he wanted to be an author, a chef, a psychologist, many things, but most importantly, he had his compassion, a character, a personality, and his passion for writing, he was obsessed with writing he never stops, he didn't do anything wrong to deserve all this.

Honestly, this is the first time I heard the real story behind his illness. I didn't know… I'm a mother, his mother, I should have known better. Usually, he always cries and always comes to me for comfort, but seeing him like that…

I couldn't take it so I just pretend that I don't care and just purposely neglect him, because I have high blood pressure and if I look at him and keep hearing him cry, I would get a heart attack because I feel so much empathy for his condition.

It's hard to live as a mother with a son with this unbearable sickness he has… even his father would neglect him purposely because he couldn't take it either.

Every night, I would be working overseas and I would skip my work hours, sometimes even work days just to comfort his father because he would be crying over the phone and I would be overseas working saying 'Oh, Klei is sick, Klei is ill, I wish he's cured.' All that. Yet, Klei doesn't understand this, he would rather deny the fact he's mentally ill and would just go outside as he pleases.

His father begged me to let him out because he claims our son is getting mentally worse because of locking him up against his own will to the house because we know he's unstable, he's being a threat to others and himself because of carrying all those knives and the way he's violent and shout and threaten to kill us just because we couldn't let him outside, his father really wanted to let him be free, but I was the one stopping him because I didn't want him to get hurt anymore.

I was just protecting my son. There is nothing wrong with that! So, honestly, I am the one forcing his father to keep him locked up, no matter what happens.

Klei always say we discriminate him when yes, he is smart as egoistic as he can be which is because it's true, he was a school newspaper feature and content writer, and won too many gold medals in writing contests, and became a gold chess medallist, but that's not the point, the point is even if he's smart, does he even ever look at himself at the mirror and see what's wrong.

When we tell him it's because he's mentally unstable he just kept calling us ableists when he claims that he's changed, he's doing his best to impress us, he's always working at home as an online author, he's trying his very best to make himself mentally better, but nothing's changing, he wants to study, get a Master's degree at college, have a job, his own wife and child, a family of his own.

He wants to make his dreams come true, but we never tell him that he's locked up inside that house for the rest of his life because when we do, he will… well, you know what happens… he'll hurt himself."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Here, have some water. I will not ask any further if that makes you feel better."

She took a cup of water and drank up and started sobbing more