My son went to the hospital last night. In full blown mania 5 police escorted him from home and straight to the mental ward. This is what I understood to have happened. I was absent. I have not seen my son for 2 years, or my daughter for that matter. So when I got a phone call from him last week I was surprised, and not.
Why can’t a person just pick up the phone and call under good circumstances? Instead my son’s guilt over his mistreatment to me during and following my divorce weighed on his guilty conscious. It was one of many stresses to kick his emotional/physical balance off kilter.
We had 3 conversations within 2 days. Our last talk was where I drew my boundary. I wrote him a text that said: “I cannot take your calls. It’s not healthy for me or you. After you take your meds and get healthy will will talk. Know that I love you. Only you can help you. My best, Mom.”
See, by enabling him to continue to babble on he would not get better and by me listening to his manic nonsense I would be condoning his unhealthy spot. So I quit listening for my health, and his.
Next call = my son has been forcible taken to the hospital. In a mania overdose he beat his partner badly. He is under the state’s care now, which is good and safe for everyone. Hospitals and jails are good places sometimes.
Truly I am sorry that my son is carrying on the family genetics. It pains me deeply. The last thing a parent wants to see is their kid suffer the fate of their own. But, relation or not, every bipolar person must learn their limits and make a choice to take charge of their own life. And, that is the bottom line. Granted, it is often difficult with bipolar as mood swings can take on a life of their own.
This thread will be continued, not as an expose, but as a means for education for all.