ANOTHER MOTHER’S STORY
I read the blog written by Liza Long with heartfelt sympathy
and interest. I too am a mother of a
daughter who suffered from mental illness.
No, she was not a murderer, a criminal or an evil person. She was a loving devoted daughter, sister,
friend and clinical therapist holding both a LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social
Worker) and Ph.D. in psychology. She
loved life, her work, her patients, her family and her friends. She was sick and suffered from Bipolar I
Disorder for ten years before she leaped to her death on July 2, 1998. She was thirty-four years old.
Pam fought her illness tenaciously. To her, they were demons brought to her by a
demonic force she referred to as the devil.
They took up residency in her mind, and as the years progressed they slowly
devoured her mind, her spirit and her life.
Pam did not choose to jump; the demons pushed her out the window.
Mental illness takes many forms and many diagnosis, most of
which take a skilled psychiatrist to determine, as many mental disorders have
co-morbidity, (symptoms that resemble other diagnosis’, such as schizophrenia
and Bi-polar Disorder.) It takes time to
obtain a differential diagnosis. Until a
diagnosis is made, a treatment plan cannot be implemented, not unlike any other
illness.
Pam was the eldest of my five children. She never revealed any symptoms of mental
illness until she had her first break when she was twenty-four years old. By this time, she was half way through her
doctorate, working at the John Bradshaw Center in Hollywood, California as a
therapist and was considered to be a “wizard” therapist. The center was an in-patient treatment
facility for recovering addicts and mood disorders caused primarily from abuse,
neglect, and/or abandonment during their childhood. Pam was a leading therapist, running groups
and seeing the patients in individual sessions.
Her work was heralded by the staff, the patients and John Bradshaw.
The illness insidiously crept in upon her slowly, steadfastly
and with a force that ripped away all reason and rationality while it wove a
delusionary system that was unshakable.
As the years passed, Pam was no longer the same vivacious, charming,
charismatic young woman that made everyone who knew her fall in love with
her. As the invasion of this illness
progressed, all that was before was no more.
Instead only a shell of a woman who had seemingly lost her mind and
spirit remained as my daughter. Her soul
passed before her body.
In my book, WHY DID SHE JUMP: An Angel to Remember that will
be released in the fall of 2013, I describe how this illness became her cancer;
resistant to all treatment as her belief system prevented her from taking the
medicine prescribed. However, when she
did, she turned into a zombie, unable to function and barely get out of
bed. In her twisted mind she concluded
that the medications were agents of the devil and managed to avoid taking
them. As a result her illness gained
strength and her mind lost contact with reality. Oh, there were lucid moments, but the
prevailing theme was insanity by loss of reality. The examples will be revealed in the book as
well as the torture we, her family were all subjected to. The worst of it was that there was no place
for her to get the treatment she needed.
I wrote a letter to Oprah that became the introduction to my
book. I described the trials and
tribulations in depth, blaming the health system in our country as one of the
leading causes of her death, claiming that my daughter was unable to obtain
treatment that could have easily saved her life. I
urged Oprah to do a program on this issue stating that this was not just my
child, but everyone’s child who has been stricken with this hideous
disease. I copied it to Hillary Clinton,
our congresswoman Elaine Bloom at that time, Senators Bob Graham and Connie
Mack. None responded. The Miami Herald published my letter, thanks
to Sue Reisinger who felt a need to share this tragedy with her readers.
This was fourteen years ago.
Now we are facing a nation who has the worst record for healing our
mentally ill citizens. We had to wait
for one tragedy after another to occur for people to start screaming about guns
and the atrocities committed on innocent people, worst of all little children
as well as the atrocious care of the mentally ill. My beautiful daughter fell through the cracks
because there was no facility that she could be given proper treatment. How many lives to we have to lose before we
get it? What price do we have to pay to
have our voices heard? My daughter was
not rich, nor was she poor. She worked
for a living, was raised in a home with a father who is a physician and a
mother, a clinical social worker. Yet
with the vast network of friends and colleagues we both had, we were rendered helpless,
powerless and finally hopeless in securing the help she needed.
I don’t own a gun and no nothing about them. Frankly I would be terrified to have one in
my home. I live alone and cannot imagine
ever using one, fearing that my life would be more at risk having one in my hand,
than not. Perhaps I am gullible, but
owning a gun does not make me feel safe.
In fact, I would feel more vulnerable because the gunman would most
probably be a better marksman than I.
Guns are only part of the problem.
We need to change our culture and cultivate more loving, caring and
sensitive communities exhibiting kindheartedness to our fellow man. We must provide a safe environment where our
loved ones stricken with mental illness can go to get help. Psychotropic drugs and therapy do help, but
in order to maintain treatment, patients have to be in a long term treatment
center as opposed to being admitted for 24-48 hours in a psychiatric ward In
some hospital only to be released within a day or two, which by the way, makes
them worse.
My story is not just about my loss, sorrow, grief and
despair. It is the story of our country,
which loses thousands of loved ones every year either by suicide or homicide because
they were not cared for in an environment that could support their
healing. It’s time for real change;
change in our health system, change in our gun laws, and most of all change in
our culture.
Joan-My heart goes out to you Thank you for speaking out about the unmet needs of the mentally ill in our society. We need more services for them, as well as gun control legislation. Hugs, Judith
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