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Pretty much weekly I get messages from people who are desperate to help a loved one with a mental illness. She has been living with bipolar disorder for 18 years and has written more than 1000 articles on the subject.
I hear versions of this story over and over, my child/parent/sibling/friend/spouse is sick and won’t get help for their mental illness. And sometimes you have to accept not everyone with a mental illness will get help. I don’t know whether he’ll even live to tell the tale. I don’t just willy-nilly tell people to distance themselves from intractable crazy for no reason, I tell them this because they need to be told. Find more of Natasha’s work in her new book: Lost Marbles: Insights into My Life with Depression & Bipolar.
I remember playing video games, I remember playing on the lawn, I remember how he screamed when he broke his arm, I remember how thrilled he was when he got a remote-controlled car for Christmas, and I remember the way he used to twirl his hair around his finger so it was always in knots. And now he is an abusive, destructive force that no one can stand to be around lest they get pulled into convincing delusions and psychoses or have to fear his violent rage.
Being in the same room with him is like being hit repeatedly with a hard, blunt abject.
She would at times become strangely disturbed by things unseen to us, she would start barking and growling and take on an offensive attack style posture whilst apparently staring at something that just wasn’t visible to us.It’s as simple and as terribly frustrating as that.