persevererSenior Contributor
I am desperate
Hello, I am so pleased to find this forum. My husband has schizoaffective disorder, our eldest son also has it and has been battling psychosis since April, our next eldest son is autistic and refuses to admit it. He has ADHD and OCD, left school last year having failed everything and has not looked for work. Our youngest son has Tourette's. My husband had to leave work last year - he was a wonderful primary school teacher. He is manic most of the time, gets up at 4:00am and energetically starts cleaning the house. The main problem is his spending sprees. He was borrowing from his mother's account then demanding "we" pay it back. At first it was $2000 a year but the last two years it was $42000. When he left work he withdrew his superannuation and spent the lot on things for the house such as rugs and ornaments. Our stove and oven are broken - I am trying to cook for a family of five on just two hotplates. When he crashes with depression he can spend months in bed, completely helpless. Pschosis comes on without any warning - you can think everything is going ok with him and then he will say something that makes you realise he is not in the land of reality. Our eldest son has a long psychiatric history, beginning as OCD in early childhood, then depression and anxiety, finally catatonia when he went full turkey off his meds, then he had a psychotic episode he was lucky to survive earlier this year. The most recent diagnosis is schizoaffective disorder. I have to work full time to support the family and I feel terrifed and gutted every day going off to work knowing mentally ill children are in the care of my mentally ill husband. Our next eldest son badly needs help but everyone is so needy, there are not enough hours in the day to cope with it all and not enough pairs of hands. He sits in the dark all day, cannot bear the sound of people eating, so he eats alone, distributing food all over the house. He urinates over everything. His bedroom reeks of ammonia. He will not sleep in his bed, he sleeps on the floor and has burned the carpets with urine. He finds it very, very hard to communicate. the demands of my job make it very hard for me to even do such a simple thing as make an appointment to see a psychiatrist. My husband cannot do any of these things. He will not use a plastic transaction card, he will not type anything online, he will not make phone calls. I just feel desperate trying to do everything when everyone is so ill and I have no help.