Some readers may notice that one of the categories of this blog is Mental Illness Advocacy. Along with issues of homeschooling, art, family and various passions in my life, mental illness is a subject I ponder over and write about from time to time because I have a grown son that suffers from Bipolar Disorder.
My son lives in the city, about 35 miles away from where I live, but we stay connected by phone calls, chatting online, monthly grocery shopping trips as well as personal visits and family gatherings. For the past nearly two years, my son has maintained stability. I’ve been extremely thankful for this because periodic episodes he’s experienced have been heart-wrenching. With the continued state of affairs in a horribly broken down, barbaric mental health care system, relapses of his illness can be life threatening – not to mention anguishing and painful to our whole family. But I advocate for my son right and left when episodes occur, even from a distance by talking to doctors and professionals over the phone as they are dealing with his care and situation. It is not easy to do this, but on the other hand it is the best that I can do seeings though I can’t watch over him constantly and we live quite a ways from each other.
My son’s situation is on my mind tonight and so I’m up writing instead of being fast asleep in my bed. I saw him today when we had our family Christmas gathering, but there are a couple of other reasons I’m pondering over the subject of mental illness:
1. I’m really proud that he has maintained stability to the point that he is enrolled in university classes and wants to improve his life. He spends as much time with his four-year old daughter as possible and is even taking a parenting class so that he can be closely involved with her life.
2. I’m deeply troubled over a book that’s been published that has included some references of my son’s life and his relationship to the writer. Although the author changed my son’s name, I know it is about him and it has caused me a great deal of hurt. The references about him in the book are very demeaning because of the nature of his illness.
I’m not going into either of these in depth tonight, but both points lead me to ponder over a few things.
There is so much misunderstanding in our world about mental illness. Unless you live close to it, you cannot understand fully the cruelty and inequities that abound in our society. However, once your life has been touched in some way by this terrible disease you become much more discerning and pick up on things that would have otherwise whizzed by you unnoticed. Slang words, jokes, attitudes and misconceived ideas are all around us, and people think nothing of it unless there is a personal connection. It is amazing how your eyes can be opened to this after your first visit to a loved one that is hospitalized in a mental ward. When its your own son, brother or mother hallucinating or acting out in their depression or mania, things take on a whole new meaning. You start to resent it when you hear someone loosely throw words around, like “psycho”, “insane”, “whacko”, “lunatic” and on and on…
I know for a fact that mental illness can be frustrating and emotionally draining. When a loved one is out on the street because the hospital isn’t holding them as long as they need to be held, it can be utterly frightening. Families have a particularly hard time dealing with this because the person with the illness cannot be kept in a home where there are children or where they (the patient) are not safe. Even a common household can be dangerous when a person is acting out in their illness. When the hospital won’t keep a mental patient, when its not safe for them to be at home by themselves or in the home of relatives or friends — what do you do?
Many people wandering the streets without homes or needed shelter are suffering from mental illness because they cannot be held in a hospital for one reason or another. Its a scary thing when it’s your own son or daughter going through an episode, when they are in need of intervention but refuse to cooperate and receive the care that would stabilize them and bring them back to reality. A parent’s pain and anguish over this type of thing is indescribable.
I am a seasoned veteran. My son has been shot at with tasers, been bean-bagged, handcuffed and shackled by the police during serious bouts of his illness. Added to this, he’s been jailed numerous times even though he is not a criminal. He’s been assaulted and robbed, ridiculed and laughed at, harassed and the latest — the book that describes him very cruelly as a lunatic, a misfit that the author tolerates. (This book, by the way, is already receiving raving reviews across the country and seems to be getting a lot of positive attention, partly at the expense of my son.)
Yes, we’ve been through the wringer. In one instance, my son was taken by secure transport to a hospital over two hundred miles from home because there was no bed available in a local hospital. The situation deteriorated even further when he was released from that hospital just three days later and placed on a Greyhound bus (while still delusional) in an effort to send him back to the county he’d come from. He had problems, of course, and ended up being arrested for assault and sent to jail in yet another county where the bus had taken a rest stop. During nearly all of these situations he desperately needed to be in the hospital being stabilized rather than out on the streets.
I’ve had to take the stand and testify against my son more than once when he was unwilling to stay in the hospital and had to be committed. I’ve talked to countless doctors, nurses, police officers and mental health officials over the years in at least four counties regarding his medical needs and behavior due to mental illness. This is how broken our system is. My son suffers from a medical condition that he inherited and that runs in his father’s family. Despite the fact that it is a disease that causes chemical imbalance, and because this medical condition effects behavior, it is treated differently than all other diseases.
My son didn’t choose to have Bipolar Disorder, and there is no guarantee even when he stays on medication that he will not have an episode. Mental illness brands people as untouchable. It can be a cruel life, with a bitter, cold and lonely existence.
How do I, as his mother, deal with it? When I am confronted with these facts or I feel passionate about the injustices we’ve experienced in our family, I hold tightly to my faith. The God that I put all my trust in has seen us through many harrowing situations. I don’t blame God in the least for my son’s illness. We live in a fallen world that is not immune from illness, danger and sorrow, and it will be this way until we reach Heaven. So rather than focus on the problem only, I have chosen to hold on to faith, hope and love.
- Faith that God will see us through every trial
- Hope that my son’s life will stay stabilized for long periods of time so that the quality of his existence will increase. Better yet, hope that he will be healed and free from this nightmare of a life
- Love that will endure and grow despite, and through, our circumstances
When my son was born I wrote a Bible verse on his birth announcements,
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
James 1:17.
I wrote this because I had waited some time for him and had prayed that God would bless me with another child. He was truly a gift from God and was such a darling baby and little boy. He was wanted and he was cherished. Through all of the nightmares we’ve encountered over the past eleven years since the beginning of his illness, I’ve been reminded of this. No matter how difficult it has been, I still believe that my son has been a gift in my life. Because of him, I am more compassionate toward those that suffer, I have learned to battle in prayer, I’ve learned how to depend on God for strength and I’ve been able to share with others about these very things.
On January 4th my son will be going back to school for the first time in over a decade. He is studying subjects that will prepare him for a career in the field of mental health because he has a strong desire to help others that fight mental illness. When he told me this I was completely amazed. What a thing to hold my hope on!




This morning is my daughter’s last soccer game of the season. As much as I’m relieved to have our busy schedule reduced to a slower pace, I’m sad to realize that my daughter will not have the physical activity she’s been getting these past months. It is now up to me to come up with a winter version of P.E. for her. The big question in my mind is, “What can we do during our PNW rainy season that will encourage regular exercise?”
st two weeks I have experienced some deeply felt moments — and for more than one reason. The first thing that touched me deeply happened a week ago Monday morning when the phone rang and my husband, Michael, informed me that he’d been in a car accident. He explained in the call that both he and the car were fine, but I could tell he was shaken up. He’d just been through something very frightening, and the first thing he wanted to do was call to let me know he’d made it through.
we decided to bring her home, which was after I had read that wonderful book,
od news about Teaching Textbooks. This is the curriculum developed by two brothers, Greg and Shawn Sabouri, that specifically aim to help homeschool families. The lessons actually have a tutor built in! Teaching Textbooks provides step-by-step solutions to ALL problems in a multimedia form. While some have said that this curriculum does not keep up the proper pace that will lead to on-level achievement, many others have reported it to be a highly successful program. In my humble opinion, a program that adequately keeps my child interested in the subject of math while also teaching her the fundamentals gets a thumbs up. The pace by which she progresses is going to be fine if that first priority is met. With Teaching Textbooks, I know that my daughter will have excellent tools to progress on to higher math levels. I’ve read enough reviews that convince me that this program has helped many a student get to where they need to be in math. After a month of use, my daughter also gives her thumbs up. So
familiar with a curriculum called
students also need to have spelling and grammar instruction and so we have added Spelling Power and Easy Grammar to the mix. Both of these programs are widely used, have been tried and true, proven over many years to be thorough and complete. I have very few comments to make about either because of this, but I will state that Spelling Power is an investment well worth the price in that one volume will
cover spelling lessons over many years. I’ve already found the support to be fantastic, and my daughter is enjoying a strong start with it as she begins 5th grade. As to the grammar, we are finding Easy Grammar to make an otherwise complicated subject, well, easy.
ready to move up to the next level. Her ability to follow the DVD instruction, chant along with the audio, complete workbook and activity book lessons and take a weekly quiz has left me quite impressed. I sometimes participate with her lessons, but she jumped way ahead of me awhile back. We started out with another program called Prima Latina, but since I am not a Latin teacher I moved her over to Latin for Children, and since that day we have never looked back! Quite often she sits me down and instructs
that they provide physical activity and connections with other children. It is my hope that in the winter months we’ll be able to also do some swimming every week.
received a number of years of formal art training, it has been painful to pass through a season of not regularly and consistently producing. I went through some years of working in the corporate world to provide income for the support of my children as a single parent. The next phase of my career was becoming the owner of a graphic design firm and print brokerage, and then later I cut back my hours to raise another child and became a freelanced graphic designer. As a designer, I had creative projects, but commercial art is a far cry from studio work in that you don’t have the freedom to develop your own ideas. So through those long years of working for others in business, I did not have the time or the energy for much else. I had to put my personal creative projects aside, and then after some time of doing this I simply grew out of the habit of making art.
The weather is is beginning to change, and the time for Chrysanthemums, the fall harvest of vegetables and the transition of leaf colors is here. The other day I felt one of the first cool breezes of September and it reminded me that it’s time to pull out the sweaters and stockings, the recipes for soup and bread, and my knitting bag. I love autumn. It is one of my favorite times of the year.
I thought I’d better do that follow-up post on the issue of socialization of homeschooled children.