A Mother’s story about the ‘Guilt’ she feels watching her son, who has battled with Mental Health problems from being a small child. She describes her struggle to support him and the questions she faces every day to herself, ‘Is it my fault my child suffers from mental health? Should I have got help sooner? How did I not recognise there was a problem?’ A Mother’s ‘Guilt’ of not knowing when he appeared ‘difficult’ as a child, and the impact this has had on her life and the life of her family.
My ‘Guilt’ of not knowing.
My son was always difficult to understand even as a child. But as he grew up, his behaviour and problems got worse, not better. The question I often ask myself is ‘is it my fault’ my child suffers from mental health. Should I have got help for him sooner? How did I not recognise there was a problem? Was it something we did or didn’t do?
At 22 years of age, my son decided he was going to leave home and go to live in Hull. When he came back 10 months later, he looked like he had lived in the third world. He was thin when he came back and had obviously not eaten and lived on the street.
Then the ‘Guilt’ began.
Once back home, my son found work in a garden centre where he met some ladies who ‘befriended’ him. One of the ladies was a psychiatrist, and she recognised my son had a mental illness and needed help. She got him an appointment with a specialist who then diagnosed him as Bi-polar. He received treatment, and so began the long story of different diagnosis and treatments.
Then he moved away; my ‘Guilt’ stayed with me.
My son went to live in America with his partner. He suffered a deep dip in his mental health and was diagnosed with a Borderline personality disorder with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). They could not afford treatment for long over there, even with us helping them out financially.
My son ended up in a suicidal and abusive relationship, and we finally got him back home with us after 10 years of being away. His GP then diagnosed the wrong medication for him, which he took for over 3 years.
It took him trying to take his life here with my ‘cancer pain’ drugs for him to get into the Mental Health care system finally. Living with him is like living on a knife-edge. I worry if I haven’t seen him for several hours or he is late getting up. I found him the first time he tried to kill himself, which means you worry all the time because you know that he still wants to die.
Sometimes he is challenging to talk to. He snaps my head off when he’s feeling bad or when his head is ‘mashed’ as he calls it. That’s when the guilt creeps in, and I don’t know what I have to do for the best to support him.
Talking Treatment ‘stirs things up’!
When he’s okay, he is delightful and pleasant to be around. But those times are not so frequent at the moment. The Talking Treatment stirs things up but doesn’t always settle them back down again. It took 4 years to get any benefits for him to have been on the street again without us. We fed and housed him and tried to help him, but nothing we did was ever right. I help him control his spending as that goes out of the window when he’s having a hard time.
It’s like giving alcoholics drink money. As soon as he gets the money, it’s gone! I get an amount each month where I give him ‘baccy’ money when he wants it. That way, at least I don’t have to buy it for him! He knows this is part of the illness and we deal, at his request, the best way we can. I hand out his medication to him in daily doses, this too could kill him, so the prescription comes, and I lock it away and measure each of the daily doses out. This is a worry for me when it reaches a time that I’m not there to do it anymore.
My ‘Guilt’ – I need support too.
His sister doesn’t believe he has mental health, so I can’t talk to her about our problems. Her answer is always that he should not live with us, and the professionals should take care of medications, and him!
My daughter thinks he should manage his own money and life without us. She thinks that we don’t need to be involved. His sister never sees the days of his panic attacks or the days where his head is ‘mashed’ up. She never sees the days where he hides under the blanket at home because life is too much for him.
So life is stressful even without the usual guilt and stresses of family life. The constant nag of coping with a possible volatile reaction, or just a trigger because of something you have done or said. But you don’t know what those are so it’s difficult to predict. One day they are right, the next, they cannot do anything they have promised to do. So you cant depend on them at all.
And all the time you love your child and want them to be okay, be normal and have a normal life.
You don’t want the worry, but there is no break from it. As a mother who loves, you do your best for your children and don’t stop. For him, he’s also full of guilt because he knows it affects you and family life.
Taking each day at a time, and keeping myself busy help.
‘I sound depressed’, And, perhaps I am, but I get on with life by keeping myself busy. I deal with each day as it comes and I worry about what tomorrow will be like when it gets here. We don’t know what the future holds, for him, or me. Just keep loving and caring, as a mum, it’s all you can do!
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