by Strong4kidz » Sat May 05, 2018 1:04 am
Hello. This is the first time I’ve posted but your situation is so similar to mine I wanted to respond in the hope it will be helpful to hear from someone else who shares your nightmare. In early February my husband had a (completely surprising to me!) psychotic episode that led me to take him to the ER. He was admitted to the psych ward and after 3 days was diagnosed with DD Persecutory type. He directed his delusions toward me, accusing me of plotting to kill him so I could have sole responsibility for our 2 sons (11, 9). Because he entered the hospital voluntarily, he filed a petition for discharge and left the hospital after refusing treatment against doctors orders. (He thought I was plotting with the doctors to poison him through medication and brainwashing.) From the hospital, he moved in with his 80-year-old parents who, along with his five siblings, reinforce his delusions by refusing to acknowledge mental illness (a blight on the family name!). Shortly there after, he had me served with divorce papers and I have been forced to respond Through the legal system. In spite of countless attempts to enlist his families support regarding treatment, I am solo in the effort’s to get him help. Like you, I have hoped for nearly 2 months that he would snap out of this, revert back to himself, or be forced into treatment by his loved ones. Alas, it has not happened and – – for the sake of my boys – – I have resigned myself to the fact that I have hoped for nearly 2 months that he would snap out of this, revert back to himself, or be forced into treatment by his loved ones. Alas, it has not happened and – – for the sake of my boys – – I have resigned myself to the fact that the three of us are better off without him. It feels like a death. I did not fall out of love with him, but the man I married is no longer there as I knew him. It is so disorienting to see someone who looks the same and hear someone who sounds the same is so far removed from my reality. It is heartbreaking, like invasion of the body snatchers. I can assure you it will not get better. On the contrary, my husband‘s condition has gotten worse. My heart goes out to you and your children. From the perspective of someone who is a few months into this horrific new normal, I can tell you that I can see a future for me and my children that is not what I planned for, but is a loving family none the less. We call ourselves the triangle because it is the strongest shape. Good luck, and feel free to reach out if you have questions I might be able to answer.