by flying solo » Tue Oct 09, 2012 3:23 pm
Three years ago I had to cut off a friendship of over twenty years. My friend had DD, but had no idea she was sick. It took me a long time to realise it myself and I spent three years humouring her while trying to get her help. She was a businesswomen who thought people were hacking into her website and computers, that cameras were secreted in her home, that people were trying to kill her dogs and steal her home, that people were stalking her and listening to phone calls. At one point she agreed to see a psychiatrist simply because she was so stressed and had already had one heart attack as a result. Unfortunately, the psychiatrist (like all mental health professionals I eventually convinced her to go to) was trained not to challenge her delusional beliefs. Therefore my friend was never told she was sick. She quit while believing the psychistrist supported everything she said. I can see the reasoning (for not challenging her) due to the risk my friend might quit therapy. I was left to wonder why this mental illness is treated differently to some other mental illnesses? I can't image a doctor would not tell a client they were depressed if that was the diagnosis. Afterall, giving a client a diagnosis is the first step in treatment, is it not? The client might not like the diagnosis, but at least they've been told the truth. If nothing else, it would give them something to think about and consider.
I think for this reason, the treatment for DD is very flawed. Probably one day there will be a re-write to treatment protocols when they realise that not telling a client they have delusions is in fact, a breech of their duty of care, both to the client and their families. Afterall, they're supposed to help, not hinder or postpone the road to recovery.
In the end I confronted my friend, saying I thought she was misguided at best, or even delusional. She got angry. She accused me of not being smart enough to recognise all the connections and signs she was able to read about her persecutors. Afterall, who was I to offer an opinion? she said.
I couldn't help feeling abandoned by the mental health professionals who had failed to do their job!
In the end, I had no other alternative, but to step away from our friendship of over twenty years. I know that in her mind I was just another friend or family member who didn't have the intelligence to understand the conspiracy being waged against her.
Sometimes we can only understand another, by living it ourselves.
Three years after the end of the above relationship, I experienced delusion myself, first hand. In the thick of it, I believed I saw connections and insights others apparently, did not. Five months later it was over and I was in the fortunate position of reflecting on the experience. This provided me with great insight. I could acknowledge I was incapable of understanding how sick I truly was. Therefore I developed great sympathy for my friend, because I knew her delusions were more sustained than mine, given that I now believe she has been delusioned for the whole of our friendship and probably still is, given that no-one or nothing has ever come alone to challenge her. How could I not have compassion as a result?