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Monday, June 14, 2010

アイシテル / Aishiteru / Forgiveness

In as much pain as I am right now, both mentally and emotionally, to have chosen to watch this particular drama at such a time was NOT the best decision to make.

A spring, 2009, Japanese drama about two families left to overcome the tragedy of a mistaken murder of a child by a child; I knew going in that this would not be an easy show to watch.

The victim is a kindergarten boy spoiled rotten by his parents and resented by his teenage sister.

The culprit is a ten-year-old boy seemingly neglected by his work-a-day parents.

Starved for attention, affection, understanding, and love myself, for me, the worst part about this drama was having to witness the fact that the parents of the ten-year-old boy rarely, if ever, hugged their son or said they love him.

Culprits mother kept weeping and telling everyone she wanted to see her son again, to be with him, and to support him - and then when she was granted that permission, she stood stiff and gazed at his sad face without so much as extending a hand to him.


I so hate that about Japanese dramas, it makes me ache physically after watching when my arms keeping moving forward, toward the screen, wanting to perform the act FOR them.

When he was finally released from the reform school, she and her husband stood staring at him, only saying hello before they walked toward a waiting cab.


Why didn't she run to him, arms open and with tears streaming down her cheeks the way she was in front of people who cared less or wouldn't receive the benefit of it?

I don't get it.

With that genuine lack of human kindness so prevalent over there, it surprised me to note that such crimes and crime in general isn't more pronounced (the way it is here).

Which was why I stopped pondering the notion.

Certain, ethnic groups are not as demonstrative about their feelings as others, I guess.

Jeffrey Dahmer's mother didn't get fired from her job, but her boss did insist that she take her son's picture off her desk.

Everyone is guilty to some degree, and everyone has their dark side.

It might, just be the drama aspect of these stories, but when they keep showing us outsiders how the populous react to things like this, it makes me wonder if the guilty conscience factor doesn't have a lot more to do with it than a 'national' reaction based on false pride.

The only bright side in this was the family aid counselor who was a widow trying to raise a sixth-grade son on her own while working with tragic, family issues on a daily basis.

At least she is able, through the horrific mistakes of others, to learn from them and apply that knowledge to her own life.

Another thing was that I could anticipate and practically recite all of the hateful and thoughtless things the culprit's father would say to his grieving wife.

At least he didn't walk away as anticipated.

It took him awhile, but eventually he came around and did the right thing.

The ratings for this ended up at 14.7, which I don't understand at all, but having seen them numerous times before, I think it's a high mark.

I highly recommend this drama, but NOT to anyone going through even a small amount of pain or sadness.

It's definitely not something for the weak to be able to withstand, and YES, you'll need to keep the tissue on-hand.



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