I have been posting for about the past week and a half about my 24-year-old son’s first psychotic break (that I know of), job loss, eviction from living situation, hospitalization, eight days in inpatient mental health recovery center and now currently, his intensive outpatient therapy. Schizophrenia has been in the conversation but the doc won’t commit to a diagnosis yet.
After being discharged from the recovery center, he has come to live with his stepdad and me, mom. We have done everything for this kid - rescued him from being thrown out in the rain with all his stuff, given him a roof over his head, food, much needed clothing items, daily visits when he was in hospital, rides to appointments, etc.
He is pretty much unaware that he would have been homeless if we didn’t step in. He shows no awareness of the thoughtful, extra things we do for him. For example, my husband bought a pair of sandals for him and he put them on, said he liked them - with no thank you.
He seems largely unaware of how much this has impacted our lives. Being on xyprexa, he is also eating us out of house and home! For example, we bought a container of ice cream and he just ate the whole thing without any regard to us having any of it. This has been with the case of just about all the food. We can hardly keep up with the grocery shopping.
We don’t know if it is appropriate to express our feelings about some of these things - or not. Suddenly all of our lives have been hijacked by the illness. My husband and I are walking on egg shells. It is a lot to process in a few short weeks.
My question is, is this the disease? I pretty much know the answer will be yes. But how do you deal with it? We are so new to this. It often feels like I’ve been taken hostage in my own home.