DEar @Former-Member
How are you? I've been reading your post with much interest, it's the story of my life and you know.....when your in there, you just deal with it and when your out.....the shock of everything ......makes you want to go to bed or sit in a clean lounge room for a very long time.
How are you?
How is your son?
I had a look at my MIL on Saturday ( Mother in Law) ....she poor lady has gone through ....... with managing herself with two children both with serious MI and then, having to let go and see that Im on board with my husband. We are not there yet this is my MIL. Thats the least of my worries.
My son at 20: 6 years ago: began having a psychosis one month per year.....Even though I am able to get myself a lot of support and therefore giving him what I can: it's hard, he is secretive on his diagnosis. He sends me aggressive texts and it's difficult.
But as I see it: at least he is doing it to the mobile, not to your face. I do not know if this is how you see it. He also lives in another state which brings up another load of problems. He doesnt know that he is sending me these terrible texts, He doesnt know that he is sending them to you, he is Psychotic. The problems are these:
Self medicating.
Being with dangerous people.
Fear.
With my own husband: I imagine that he wakes up first thing in the morning and is terrified: he is dagnosed with Chronic PAranoid Schizophrenia and he is struggling all day. He needs complete peace and calm. Thats it this is how it is.
My husband was on a CTO for years and years and years. He is now not. But Im not allowed to talk about him so thats all I can say.
I can only say to you.... please read the other women and men who have struggled with this. I can't tell you what is going to happen tomorrow for you but I can write what @Appleblossom and @Former-Member writes: care for you: have a bit of.....distance around yourself when you talk to him. Like: speak to him but remember you when speaking to him. I know it's easier said than done. For a few years, I was flying over to see my son for one week per year: it was heartbreaking when I got home.