So this is my first time expressing my situation in a support group/forum and I hope I don’t make any mistakes or say anything wrong but I have no other choice but to do this. I’ve, we’ve (my mother and I) have tried everything else and this is my last hope.
I’ve watched my younger brother, only sibling, go from this very handsome, intelligent, popular and caring teenager to a person I don’t recognize anymore. He’s forty-five years old now and still lives at home with my mother. He doesn’t care about his appearance, doesn’t have friends, and can barely carry on a conversation any better than a kindergartner. Nothing he says makes any sense, he’s constantly paranoid and thinks terrorists are after him. He has anger issues on top therefore he becomes very intolerable at times and causes everyone wanting to keep their distance from him. Meaning he has ran everybody off in our family except my mom and I, but we too want to get away from him most of the time. I don’t live with them but I am around enough to see the life both of them are living and it’s heartbreaking, for them both. We have tried to talk to him and convince him to go to the doctor, Baker Act him, Marchman Act him, and seek help from anyone that could just give us answers. But every road leads to nothing except back where we started. He’s in complete denial and refuses to accept something’s wrong. Every time we attempt to show or prove or even suggest there’s a problem he becomes very defensive and turn it around on us by saying we are working with whoever it is he thinks is against him. It’s been hell actually. I really don’t know how my mom does it and she’s such a good mom, a good person who deserves to be happy. But she’s miserable and then she’s sad and then she’s hopeless, and it starts all over again. This has been going on for more than twenty years and everyone has given up. I have always believed that sooner or later he would get tired of being scared, he would get tired of the voices, he would get tired of being alone, and submit to the possibility that we could be right and agree to get help. But like my mom, it’s just not a reality for me anymore and trying to be okay with that is just as bad.