I shared the story of my BIL. Well he isn't the only one I know. The reason I bring up this other story is because it is so tragic that a refusal to understand can cause such heart ache. The young man I knew (schizophrenia usually begins to become obvious in the late teens early 20s) was raised in a very close loving family. His family were very religious and were completely confused and adrift at their son's strange behavior. The symptoms were subtle at first and he just seemed odd. But, slowly he got more and more strange. Eventually, he thought he heard god speaking to him. His behavior got dangerous as he tried to compel the demons out of utter strangers. His parents sought help within the church to no avail. They tried laying on of hands and prayer circles. The prayer circles actually exacerbated his symptoms.
He went into treatment time after time. By the time he was 30 he was homeless. He was delusional much of the time and could not be committed. His parents used to contact me to locate him and check on his well being. He was on medication in the early 80s and doing as well as could be expected. He started going back to church and was told he should be able to clean himself of his illness if he simply turned his soul over to god. So he went off of his meds and tried fasting and prayer.
He was delusional within a week. He called me one day and said he was done. He knew medication could only alleviate some of his symptoms and he would never be normal. He felt like he had failed god and his family. He thanked me for all of my help and hung up. I called the police and tried to find him but it was no use. He jumped off of an overpass in front of a semi. I got called to identify him and notify his parents. But, first I spent several hours consoling the driver of the truck. I am sure my friend had never thought about the driver.
His family sent a letter to me, for the driver, telling him that they knew it was not his fault.
I was very sad about my friend, but I understood his pain and why he made the choice he did.
Here is a young man who had the best of families. He had had access to good treatment for a while, but the disease was too much for him.
I will always wonder if the person at that church ever knew what they had done.
He went into treatment time after time. By the time he was 30 he was homeless. He was delusional much of the time and could not be committed. His parents used to contact me to locate him and check on his well being. He was on medication in the early 80s and doing as well as could be expected. He started going back to church and was told he should be able to clean himself of his illness if he simply turned his soul over to god. So he went off of his meds and tried fasting and prayer.
He was delusional within a week. He called me one day and said he was done. He knew medication could only alleviate some of his symptoms and he would never be normal. He felt like he had failed god and his family. He thanked me for all of my help and hung up. I called the police and tried to find him but it was no use. He jumped off of an overpass in front of a semi. I got called to identify him and notify his parents. But, first I spent several hours consoling the driver of the truck. I am sure my friend had never thought about the driver.
His family sent a letter to me, for the driver, telling him that they knew it was not his fault.
I was very sad about my friend, but I understood his pain and why he made the choice he did.
Here is a young man who had the best of families. He had had access to good treatment for a while, but the disease was too much for him.
I will always wonder if the person at that church ever knew what they had done.