My mother grew up in rural Thailand. It's now a solidly middle-income country, but back then it was firmly in the Third World. Thailand also took in hundreds of thousands of Indochinese refugees. That means she grew up knowing people who died from pneumonia, malaria, cholera, dengue, cyclones, house fires, motorcycle accidents, NVA troops, the Khmer Rouge, napalm, stepping on land mines, falling down waterfalls a la The Fugitive, being gored by water buffalo, tiger attack, and falling coconuts.
She's become overly anxious in everyday situations because the Thailand that she was raised in was infested with slave traders, con artists, rowdy GIs on leave, opium dealers, and street children. Combine that experience with her own medical problems. She's got severe respiratory allergies and is a hypochondriac to boot, so she sees EVERYTHING in the air as a threat. Even smelling someone's wood fire triggers a coughing fit. She puts on a surgical mask when walking outside so she looks like a National Geographic photo of a Shanghai resident on an average day.
You might wonder how this affects me. As soon as I visited home this holiday season, EVERY time I go outside she insists that I bring a coat and handkerchief. She even tried to force a mask on me before. Everything in the air might make her sick, so she thinks all of us have those same allergies. FYI, I'm only allergic to dust mites and cottonwood, and even then those are only light allergies. It's infuriating because she's been conditioned to be afraid of the world and wants us to be just as frightened. I just go out and do my thing. I feel sorry for her more than I'm annoyed.
And yes, I know this is a minor complaint. That's why I'm just whining here.