I took care of my schizotypal mom until she died, and I am still exhausted. My doctor wants me to talk to a specialist.
I am not sure what to talk about. Normally, I don’t think about what I experienced or it all explodes. I want to say what I need without wasting specialist’s time.
The short version is that my mom came from a family of seven children, of whom six are schizotypal with paranoid delusions, some hospitalization. Wild stories about them. My mom was triggered by a horrible incident when she was newly married. When she was not having episodes, she was a wonderful, thoughtful, empathetic and wise lady.
Some things I could mention to a specialist–
Friends would not come to the house owing to “crazy mom” or crazy sibling.
People asking if you are really related to your family.
Being chased around the house, my mom brandishing a cleaver.
The neighbors calling the police over frightened screams.
Older sibling bragging about asking the devil to possess them, then punching you in the face.
Family members staring off into space, then coming out of it to do or say malicious things in a lizard voice.
Family members stealing your phonelist to call your employers and network with bizarre conspiracy theories starring you—and you get fired—even researching you online to find your current employer.
Family members saying often–“You are not one of us.” “You and your aunt are the only ones who are normal.” “We want to see how long it takes to make you crack and become one of us.” “Are you plotting against us?”
Mother smells poop or cigarette smoke everywhere, even when that is impossible. Endless house searches to find poop become a routine.
Continuously assigned mentally ill people to work with on the job, because I am “calming and empathetic.” Now totally exhausted.