Until you’ve had a mentally ill child, you can’t understand
the isolation and fear and sadness that the parents of the mentally ill endure.
We all know the saying, “The Buck Stops Here.” Well, that’s parenting. And all the it-takes-a-village rhetoric is
very nice indeed, and in many ways true, but the village can only do so
much. The village of neighbors and
teachers and friends and health care professionals can only do so much. Because at the end of the day, the parent is
the one who tucks that child into bed at night … or wrests the sharp nail
scissors from his hands at bath time when he suddenly and unexpectedly
threatens to injure himself or, worse, his siblings.
While the rest of the “village” sleeps, the parent stares,
dreamless and panicky, into the dark and begs the god who created this child to
help him, help her, help all of us understand what’s going on ….
One very brave parent, Liza Long, has written an essay
called “I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother,” about her struggle raising a mentally ill
son. It’s gone viral, and sparked countless comments, and hopefully will move
us forward in the conversation not only about violence in our society but about
mental illness:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/16/i-am-adam-lanzas-mother-mental-illness-conversation_n_2311009.html?utm_hp_ref=email_share
“She’s describing our lives,” one woman commented to me,
when we discussed this essay. “No one
understands what this is like.”
“It’s like groping in a dark tunnel with no lights,” another
woman once described to me, about their frustrating, heart-wrenching journey
toward a “diagnosis” which would explain their young son’s antisocial
behaviors. An entire “village” of
professionals tried to help, but ultimately, they could always walk away at the
end of the day and go back to their own warm suppers and
not-nearly-so-dysfunctional lives, because treating this child was, for them, a
job.
But for the parents of the mentally ill, it’s day in, day
out, and all night.
One line in Long’s essay really struck me: “You’ll do anything for [health]
benefits.” Families of the mentally ill
know exactly how profound that statement is.
Because health benefits are the keys which unlock the gates to the
“village.” Treating mental illness is
staggeringly expensive, and most families cannot begin to pay out-of-pocket for
treatment. And without treatment …
meaning doctors, evaluations, therapy, possibly medication … there truly is no hope for a mentally ill
child. They don’t “outgrow” this stuff.
I know that many advocates for the mentally ill have been
angered by Long’s essay, and feel she’s stigmatized her son by writing this. But I’ve got news for them: the stigma is already out there. We see it in the unfair, and dangerous
suggestion floating in the news that Adam Lanza might have shot twenty innocent
children because he possibly had Asperger’s (which has been described as a mild
form of Autism.)
People with Asperger’s are not sociopaths. The New York Times had a good column about
this today:
We need to shed light on the reality of mental illness, and
Liza Long has struck one solitary match in the dark tunnel. And found, I believe, that she wasn’t in
there alone.
Fabulous essay, Maria. I agree. And your image of striking one match in a dark tunnel is apt. Dealing with a mentally ill loved one does indeed plunge one into darkness, groping anywhere and everywhere for a little light.
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing this and for sharing those excellent links.