Son is not much improved. It’s terrible to bring your mentally ill family member to a hospital ER. It is not set up to handle the kind of obsession, frustration, and anger. When Son is in this state, he does not fully comprehend what is going on. The longer the wait the more manic and frustrated he becomes. There are a few Urgent Care centers for mentally ill, but they are not open 24 hou.rs a day. When Son gets like this there is no where else to turn but to the ER.
It was all I could do to keep him in the ER long enough to be seen by a doctor. Twice he’d run outside and missed a bed. By 3:30 Tuesday morning I had to call 911 to get the cops to corral him and keep him inside the ER. He was extremely agitated, belligerent, and combative. Pacing wildly, and screaming at people in gibberish. All in all a very pleasant Tuesday morning, especially after Son locked my keys in the car and I couldn’t rouse Husband to rescue me. I ended up walking home at 4 AM. Luckily it wasn’t a long or unpleasant walk.
Mental illness or alcohol? Both probably. We just don’t know. I was going to call to make sure they kept him 72 hours, and ask them to keep him another 2 weeks, but never had the chance. Son called first thing in the morning begging me to pick him up. Sounded so contrite, talking in a small voice. Nothing I’d ever heard before. He admitted he’d been drinking, that he has a problem. He said he’d go to meetings and all the group stuff, and everything, if I would just bring him home. I said I wasn’t picking him up until I talked to a doc. That happened in less than an hour. The doc did not feel son was danger to himself or others, and despite reiterating the diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder, practically threw him out.
So angry! We had hoped the hospital would keep him at least the 72 hours. Give us a little time to find a sober living or halfway house for him and dismantle his business. We did clean his room, picking up dirty laundry, general straightening, hoping if it was tidy he would not come home and obsess about his business. Stupid me, for thinking it was a nice thing to do, but he was angry and belligerent about our help. Apparently, we ‘threw everything’ away. I handed him the trash can and invited him to go through what we tossed out. He said something about how he feel’s he’s lost his mom, and that I don’t care or I wouldn’t treat him like this. He doesn’t believe me when I try to counter that claim.
He is unable to comprehend my behavior and attitude toward him, and I don’t know why. I’m here, available, and speaking to him, yet he thinks I sound angry. He still angry, argumentative, and just plain wrong! He believes I am angry with him, though I have tried to explain I am angry at the obsession. I don’t hate him, I hate the addict in him. To him that said I don’t love him, and am not willing to help him. He feels I don’t care that he has a mental illness. I told him it was a diagnosis, not an excuse. You can imagine how that went over.
He has needed round the clock watching since coming home. He is obsessing over these damn accounts. Important stuff, sure, but he won’t write down his passwords, and he screws up his accounts every time he has an episode like this. He has called help lines, tried a dozen different passwords and now wants my help! How can I do anything with his accounts if he has gotten locked out? I explained there is nothing I can do for him without his passwords. So now I’m a shitty mom for ‘not supporting’ him, to hear him tell it.
And he’s not able to use his iPad since he somehow ruined the plug in and can no longer plug it to a charging cord. He has a big expensive gaming computer that he barely knows how to operate, but he can’t obsess about learning how to move around on that. Instead, he is using his dad’s iPad to sign into his accounts. He keeps asking for his dad’s passwords. When I asked why, he said he needed them to get into his email. I don’t know what he is thinking.
He is putting words in my mouth, twisting what I say, and in general is just being a big dick. He can’t seem to understand anything that is said to him, as it does nothing to change his behavior. He is practically inconsolable in thinking I hate him and that hurts more than he could ever know. Nothing I say comforts him or reassures him. I don’t know what else to do.
He is driving me absolutely mad! Where is the ‘throwing up your hands in surrender’ emoji?