Posted on 12/16/2012 4:14:24 PM PST by radioone
In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, its easy to talk about guns. But its time to talk about mental illness.
Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants.
I can wear these pants, he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises.
They are navy blue, I told him. Your schools dress code says black or khaki pants only.
They told me I could wear these, he insisted. Youre a stupid bitch. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights!
You cant wear whatever pants you want to, I said, my tone affable, reasonable. And you definitely cannot call me a stupid bitch. Youre grounded from electronics for the rest of the day. Now get in the car, and I will take you to school.
I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me.
A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9 year old siblings knew the safety planthey ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me.
That conflict ended with three burly police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didnt have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for Zyprexa and a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist.
We still dont know whats wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD, Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. Hes been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work.
At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When hes in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. Hes in a good mood most of the time. But when hes not, watch out. And its impossible to predict what will set him off.
Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the districts most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who cant function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18.
The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, Look, Mom, Im really sorry. Can I have video games back today?
No way, I told him. You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly.
His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. Then Im going to kill myself, he said. Im going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself.
That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right.
Where are you taking me? he said, suddenly worried. Where are we going?
You know where we are going, I replied.
No! You cant do that to me! Youre sending me to hell! Youre sending me straight to hell!
I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. Call the police, I said. Hurry.
Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldnt escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. Im still stronger than he is, but I wont be for much longer.
The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperworkWere there any difficulties with....at what age did your child....were there any problems with...has your child ever experienced...does your child have....
At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. Youll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing.
For days, my son insisted that I was lyingthat I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, I hate you. And Im going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here.
By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. Ive heard those promises for years. I dont believe them anymore.
On the intake form, under the question, What are your expectations for treatment? I wrote, I need help.
And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense.
I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanzas mother. I am Dylan Klebolds and Eric Harriss mother. I am James Holmess mother. I am Jared Loughners mother. I am Seung-Hui Chos mother. And these boysand their mothersneed help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, its easy to talk about guns. But its time to talk about mental illness.
According to Mother Jones, since 1982, 61 mass murders involving firearms have occurred throughout the country. (http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2012/07/mass-shootings-map). Of these, 43 of the killers were white males, and only one was a woman. Mother Jones focused on whether the killers obtained their guns legally (most did). But this highly visible sign of mental illness should lead us to consider how many people in the U.S. live in fear, like I do.
When I asked my sons social worker about my options, he said that the only thing I could do was to get Michael charged with a crime. If hes back in the system, theyll create a paper trail, he said. Thats the only way youre ever going to get anything done. No one will pay attention to you unless youve got charges.
I dont believe my son belongs in jail. The chaotic environment exacerbates Michaels sensitivity to sensory stimuli and doesnt deal with the underlying pathology. But it seems like the United States is using prison as the solution of choice for mentally ill people. According to Human Rights Watch, the number of mentally ill inmates in U.S. prisons quadrupled from 2000 to 2006, and it continues to risein fact, the rate of inmate mental illness is five times greater (56 percent) than in the non-incarcerated population. (http://www.hrw.org/news/2006/09/05/us-number-mentally-ill-prisons-quadrupled)
With state-run treatment centers and hospitals shuttered, prison is now the last resort for the mentally illRikers Island, the LA County Jail, and Cook County Jail in Illinois housed the nations largest treatment centers in 2011 (http://www.npr.org/2011/09/04/140167676/nations-jails-struggle-with-mentally-ill-prisoners)
No one wants to send a 13-year old genius who loves Harry Potter and his snuggle animal collection to jail. But our society, with its stigma on mental illness and its broken healthcare system, does not provide us with other options. Then another tortured soul shoots up a fast food restaurant. A mall. A kindergarten classroom. And we wring our hands and say, Something must be done.
I agree that something must be done. Its time for a meaningful, nation-wide conversation about mental health. Thats the only way our nation can ever truly heal.
God help me. God help Michael. God help us all.
We are on the same page basically my FRiend. There are some situations, however, where all the parenting in the world will make little difference. To me, this case feels that way.
Dear Lord this sounds exactly like my son. They keep sending him home without helping him.
May God bless and keep you and the author of this piece. It’s difficult enough these days to raise a child without these problems. May your burdens lessen as he grows older.
I grew up around friends who were the products of divorced women and single mothers. The mother was almost always awarded custody, whether a fit parent or not. Mom hated dad with a passion, and as a result would shut dad out completely, and viewed discipline as an attack on herself. The son would sense this and would run roughshod over the mother, completely going wild, and mom would would overcompensate, and let the boy get away with murder, while blaming the whole mess on the father. This scenario applied only to the boys, girls were a completely different matter. This is just what I saw growing up, and even then, my parents would not allow me to socialize with the kides I just described, they were considered trouble.
The chick that publishes on this blog is a flaming lib. The phenomenon you describe may be at work here. However, her kid has profound disabilities. Assigning moral hazard to the causation, when the hazard is at best an exacerbating factor confuses the discussion about how to best treat the disabled. Shifting the focus does not add to our ability to recognize a mental health problem. It detracts. JMHO
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