I was awakened last night prox @ 3:00AM to a loud “bang”. Sounded like a gunshot or something heavy was dropped. Then I saw flashing lights outside my window, and saw that there were 3 police cars parked in front of my house. I immediately thought this had to do with my son. He has done something, he’s either wandering again or something has happened to him. I was waiting for the knock on the door, and realized they were headed to my neighbor’s. About 5 minutes later, a young girl (20-25?) was being lead to the police car handcuffed. My heart sank. I’ve spoken to the neighbor next door (a single mom, just like myself), and we had things in common. She has 2 children, a daughter and a son, and I remember her expressing concern last winter that her kids never leave the house, do not work, do not go to school, they just sit in their rooms all day, and are up all night, and I remember her saying she had to get up for work every morning and how hard this was. This all rang a bell to me, and I could relate to this scenario so well. I never mentioned my son with sz, she does not know, but I sensed some similarities like how my son used to just sit in his room all day and night, in the dark, and how scary that was.
I’m certain she was up all night, and I hope that young girl is ok, and if it is depression or other type of mental illness, I just hope the police did the right thing, and took her to the hospital, and not jail. I remember one of the officers saying to the young girl as she was being lead to the police car, “it’s not ok to do what you did to your mom, it’s not ok to act that way”. That was all I heard, and she was screaming very loudly and crying, saying, “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t meant, please let me go, please let me go”. We all have a breaking point, and I think that poor girl must have reached hers. Those poor kids, and the poor mom….
My neighbor on the other side has 2 sons, in their 20’s, and I also believe there is some strange behavior there as well.
Just realizing this is not as uncommon as we think, and if my neighbor’s daughter is diagnosed with sz or MI, and she chooses to confide in me, I will do whatever I can to help her thru. I just wish when my son was going thru it, when he and I used to live together in an apt, that some of the neighbors could have been alittle more understanding. All I sensed was fear and apathy. I suppose the fear of the unknown…