A thought loop is a great way to define it! I have always analyzed things to death. I evaluate every angle and perseverate. My best friend knows that if I lose an antique armoire at auction, she is going to hear about what I should have done for awhile...
Yes, I feel guilty because of my DNA. I have 2 sisters with schizophrenia.
But, if also feel guilty because I was not able to get him into treatment. I am a special education teacher. My forte is helping special needs students. I am always very, very successful in increasing their self-concept, work performance, social skills, etc. I never give up on any student. I receive the most challenging students.
Yes, I know that the dynamics are different. He is my son, tall, and an adult. But, I have worked with every type of cognitive and/or mental health disability. I feel very badly because the one time I fail...it is with my son. I tried a lot of behavior modification techniques. I think that being single, having had threats to my life from childhood, and just plain being scared and totally burned out made it difficult the last few years I worked Special Education. and came home for more.
My son would want to go out late at night because he was afraid of people. I was tired from work. He would cook dinner at 10 or 11. I became more afraid of bringing up talking to a doctor because it was always soon followed by violence. I was structured, but when I would withhold a new computer for him after he had destroyed 3..he would become ultimately violent. I have worked with emotionally disturbed, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), bipolar, Autistic, cognitive deficits, brain trauma, and even 1 student with schizophrenia, among other disabilities. I have had computers and desks hurled towards me. Even after having a titanium plate put in my skull from my craniotomy, I faced violence at school and home. But, this was my son, who I came home to, who was an adult, larger, and there were knives in the house. He liked to cook...so lots of knives. The police that day found a large Butcher knife, box cutters, and a hammer in his room. They could be there for his own safety from perceived threats or to be used properly...or for me. I do not know. I never went into his room.
As a teacher, I am trained to assess my performance and techniques to modify strategies accordingly to affect a positive change in behavior or learning in a student.
With my son...I cant anymore. That is very, very difficult to accept. I feel that he is now in danger out there from others and himself. Remember, my schizophrenic sister, within 2 months of living on her own, was kidnapped by a pimp and forced to turn tricks. She was also very intelligent before the disease took over. In some ways, and without proper medication and therapy, they can be gullible and naive.
It is hard for me to detach. Nerfherder, I love your suggestion! I am an occasional drinker, but in this situation, after a glass or two of wine, I get teary eyed. I walk by his room and cry. I think about what I wish I could have said and cry.
My youngest son is gone more because he knows that I am safer now and that is how it should be. But, now I am totally alone in my house. It is eerily quiet...almost too quiet. I am still trying to get used to it. I can finally bring out special heirlooms and antiques for the first time in 9 years...but I do not care anymore.
I can't take antidepressants because I had a benign brain tumor removed and it brought on simple partial seizures. I stay awake, but lose feeling on my right side for about 10 minutes. I am better now, but antidepressants can lower your threshold to seizures. Stress or fear can bring them on.
No, I do not miss the extreme fear or the risk of violence daily, but there were times that were pretty good. I was always afraid. We could be out for the day and he would spit in my face without warning and jump out of the car. But, overall, there were still times that I truly enjoyed my son. Yes, he seemed very different and I had to communicate and respond differently. He needed solitude and physical space. My he is my son.
Now, I am alone with major regrets how I might have handled things better. I tried everything, but I never, ever give up! Now, I am forced to let go. No more anything. I do not know if I will ever see him or hear his voice again. I can't keep him safe from his delusions or voices or strangers anymore...