Luigi Mangione, Jordan Neely: Mental Illness in the News? One Mother’s Opinion

About a month ago I wrote about how my son, Ben, was close to homelessness. At the moment he is still housed, but facing eviction. Why? Because he repeatedly breaks the rules in the lease, endangering others in the building with his addict lifestyle. That is a consequence of his own choices, illogical as they may be. He needs treatment, and no one is allowed to step in to “require” it.

No. He is not “sick enough.” Running alongside my car last month, trying to jump into the driver’s seat to stop my car so he could have extra money? Not an “imminent danger” to himself or others.

Huh??

I beg to differ.

But there is no mandate requiring Ben to have the treatment he needs. My hands are tied, and I can only “help” from afar while trying to protect others that I love.

Lately, two events have brought the question of untreated mental illness to the forefront: the stories of Jordan Neely, who died by vigilante chokehold when he was frightening subway passengers, and Luigi Mangione, who murdered a Healthcare CEO in premeditated cold blood and is still somehow being hailed by some as a hero.

No. Not a Hero. But possibly very ill, with a family helpless to help.

Jordan Neely was diagnosed with schizophrenia, exacerbated by the tragic murder of his mother. He was homeless at the time of his death.

My son’s behavior when trying to get money for a fix (though of course he said it was for a concert) frightened his family enough for me to get a protective order in place. For now we send his money for rent and food, but cannot (and should not) let the behavior that is leading to his eviction be excused.

That’s us. As for Neely, I don’t know what went down in that subway car. I wasn’t there, but I do know this: the only thing worse than my son hurting himself would be if he were responsible for hurting another human being. That guilt…I can only imagine. I never want to know.

Had Luigi Mangione developed a mental illness in the months before his alleged act? As psychiatrist Dr David Laing Dawson points out, no one is really talking about that right now.  But signs are there, as are stories of how hard his family searched for him when he went missing.

One thing is consistent, though, in comments on social media. People keep saying, “how could they have gotten this far? Where was the family?”

When Treatment Works, The Love is Returned.

I’ll tell you where the family has been. At least this family.

This family, like so many others, has been working for years to “save” our loved one with SMI (severe mental illness) and blocked at every turn by:

• anosognosia (their lack of awareness that they are ill), 

• substance use and abuse (often a self-medicating beginning to addiction when SMI is present)

• Lack of psychiatric hospital beds

• Lack of funding for more research

• Blame for families

• Stigma against SMI,and 

• a system that puts “patient rights” to homelessness, hunger, crime, addiction, and other “freedoms” about the right to be safe and get treatment.

“This family, like so many others, has been working for years to “save” our loved one with SMI (severe mental illness) and blocked at every turn.”

So - where have we been, as my son Ben faces addiction and homelessness?

Right where we have been for the past two decades, ever since his diagnosis of schizophrenia: 

• Trying to help

• Trying to arrange help

• Fixing what we can.

• Letting natural consequences settle - usually to no avail.

• Setting boundaries.

• Leaving the door open - or closing it tight if we are afraid for our safety.

• Searching the streets.

• Advocating for change.

• Reaching out to each other.

• Reversing their bad decisions.

• Keeping young children away when our loved one is symptomatic,

• Talking to attorneys.

• Paying for rehab and “troubled teen” programs.

• Declaring bankruptcy.

• Visiting hospitals and jails.

• Educating ourselves.

• Daring to hope.

• Fighting with all our heart.
  

We’ve been right here all along. Help us help. And - unless you have been in our shoes - stop with the comments and the snap judgments. Ask us questions instead. We are living in the trenches. 

An Inmate's Mom: More Powerless Than Ever

Well, here’s a new brick to add to the wall separating me from parents of “normal” children. I am now the mother of an inmate.

Ben has been arrested, and is in jail (not prison, I’ve learned the difference) awaiting his court date.

His crime? He’s accused of trying to snatch a purse (unsuccessfully, but it still counts as larceny). He swears he didn’t do it. It is the victim’s word against his. But my child - my man-child - looks like a thief these days. Though he has been living in a group home, he looks homeless. He won’t let a dentist fix his teeth. He has lost weight and his clothes are shabby because he wears them for days on end. Even his bicycle (which we just paid $500 to have repaired, good as new) looks homeless: the tire off the rim, the paint scuffed.

My son’s appearance itself is a liability when it comes to trust.

Did he do it? I hate to say this, but it is possible. Ben’s life, so filled pre-Covid with work and purpose (yes, even after diagnosis of schizophrenia, but on a different medication), has recently become scattered, desperate and empty. Covid had closed the restaurant business where he had worked for years as a popular server. That was when he lost everything that had given his life meaning.

Back in the hospital for nearly six months. Back on (different) meds after I’d called a hearing for a court order to medicate. Discharged to a group home.

Still. Ben had tried to make a life again. He had valiantly landed a retail job nearby. He’d d tried so hard to succeed at this. He’d walked 3.5 miles to get to work, always on time.

But his odd behaviors between injections of Haldol made him look distracted, even lazy. Of course he never disclosed his illness. He was eventually let go, and I think that’s what broke him. He lost hope after that loss.

Then: boredom, purposelessness, hopelessness. The perfect, awful storm for someone to turn to drugs for relief. What drugs? Can’t say, but we suspect more than marijuana, based on how quickly his money had been disappearing and poorly managed as of late.

Stupid schizophrenia.

The shock of his arrest has worn off for now, and as usual the best support is coming from those who have been there, the power of community. But there are now a lot of new things to learn - and the number one lesson is this:

You thought you had no say in your loved one’s care before? Try having a child in jail, awaiting a court date. He wears a standard uniform. You, parent and conservator, are also lumped into a category: inconsequential. You have zero power.

No one returns your calls. Not the public defender, not the jail “counselor”, not the Marshal's office. There is no way to find out if he is getting his meds, or where his backpack is. Your inmate child can call you, but you can’t call him. Can’t get a message to him. Can’t really help him, except to maybe pay for a lawyer other than the public defender.

So you learn, again, to let go of control, of influence - and even, a little bit, of hope.

The bar of what counts as the baseline of normal gets even lower.

Life with a child with schizophrenia. And now, clearly, addiction. And still worse now, one who has been arrested, fingerprinted, incarcerated.

Yet he is safe for now. And, oddly, doesn’t seem to hate it there in minimum security. He has more people to talk to, play cards and chess with, drink instant coffee with, than he has had in months. He has structure again. He has fewer choices - and is clean and sober.

The future? As always, I’m doing what I can, and letting go of what I must. The specificity of those choices is different now. The bar has indeed been lowered. But the stakes are higher than ever.

I hate schizophrenia - the great thief of lives that could have been. When will we fund research to find a cure, and improve the system that allows lives to get to this point?

The fight goes on.

Growing Up Too Fast: When Your Parent has Serious Mental Illness

Our podcast, Schizophrenia: 3 Moms in the Trenches , continues - and to listeners who asked us, "what about the children raised by parents with SMI?" - we heard you.

This episode (42) is for you!

Guests: Karen Comba, author of The Snipers We Couldn't See: A Memoir of Growing Up with My Mother's Schizophrenia

And Christina Lord, mental health advocate (Canada) daughter of a dad with SZ, 

First, your stories.

How has the experience impacted you (Karen writes about life “with footprints on her back”)

How did writing or sharing about it help? Or did it?

How did your experience- and the unpacking of it - inform the work you now do?

What do you most want other children of parents with SZ to know?

What do you want others to know - teachers, practitioners, other adults in a child-of’s life?

How to find happier places for your mind?

Links:
https://christinalord.ca/
https://www.karencomba.com/

Books we mention: (besides our own, Ben Behind His Voices, He Came In With It, and Fix what You Can)

She's Not Herself, by Linda Appleman Shapiro (formerly published as Four Rooms Upstairs)

I'm Not Alone: A Teen's Guide to Living with a Parent Who Has a Mental Illness, by Michelle D. Sherman

Difficult: Mothering Challenging Adult Children through Conflict and Change, Book Review

Author Judith R. Smith had me at the first glance of the callout quotes:

"You can divorce a difficult spouse. It's much harder to give up on a difficult child."

and

"When a child is diagnosed with serious mental illness, they do not die - but they are changed."

How do we continue mothering, when our children are long past the age when we thought we'd be graduating from the phase of hands-on support? What do we do, what do we feel, what do we fear when our stepping aside could spark poverty, homelessness, even violence for our children?

In this thorough, empathetic account of this important previously-swept-aside issue, Judith R. Smith combines eight years of research and grimly honest stories from mothers  of children who have SMI (serious mental illness), addiction, and other issues we never expected to face in our kids.

We learn about the problems presented by not only our own family challenges, but also cultural expectations about motherhood and system failures of support. We feel less alone when hearing the stories and reading the facts. Then, Smith takes us through steps including attitude change, getting support, practicing self-care, and ways to stay safe and possibly even help our grown, difficult, children.

There has never been a book like this. If you're a mother still inside the journey no one wants to speak about, get this book. You'll be glad you did.

Available February 2022, Rowman and Littlefield

Schizophrenia: Nearly Everyone is a “Long-Hauler”

We Need a Cure

The scariest thing about Covid-19, once you’ve been lucky enough to survive it, is a set of residual symptoms that are still being discovered. I’ve heard everything from “it’s a year later and I still can’t taste my food” to “I still get winded six months later and can barely walk up a flight of stairs” to stories of teeth suddenly and mysteriously falling out months after recovery.

People experiencing symptoms like these are called Covid long-haulers. There are Facebook pages and groups where stories and support are available.

But my son, Ben, and others like him? Schizophrenia long-haulers. This is the brain illness that just keeps on “giving” - challenges, changes, symptoms, side effects, loss.

This illness never quits. The residual symptoms sure do beat the active symptoms like psychosis and crisis, but they are still hard to bear.

Everyone is a long-hauler with this brain disease.

We need a cure.

My son is doing okay - actually better than expected - on Haldol now. This older antipsychotic frightens me, because side effects like tardive dyskinesia can be irreversible. Also, it is not known to work on the “negative” symptoms of schizophrenia (things the illness takes away from the person, like ability to feel joy). Still -it’s not too bad.

Some good news: (must mention, Ben no longer lives with us, so some of this may be due to the excellent staff at his group home, and a life less dependent upon our family role as landlords etc)

• I can converse with him. Actual give-and-take conversation.

• We have actually watched an entire movie together.

• He eats my cooking again, after years of saying “smells great, I’ll have some tomorrow” (I think he had some sort of belief about my food that prevented him from ever taking a bite in those years).

• He has also gone swimming again, and plays beautifully with his nieces and nephews. In fact, they have a relationship with “Uncle Ben” for the first time in years.

• Haldol is available as an LAI (long-acting injectable) , so Ben isn’t faced with a daily decision as to whether he “needs” antipsychotic meds or not.

But, some of the sadder news:

• I do see some trembling in his hands now. Would he ever be able to work as a waiter again, the job that kept him afloat before Covid closed restaurants?

• He is suspicious of doctors, dentists and any medical testing. This is fairly new. He will not have his teeth cleaned.

• When he isn’t hyper- focused on something I see the eyes darting around the room again, and wonder what he hears and/or sees. He will NOT talk about this, or admit to it.

• He talks once again about unrealistic plans - like opening his own restaurant, becoming a college professor.

This illness never quits. The residual symptoms sure do beat the active symptoms like psychosis and crisis, but they are still hard to bear.

Everyone is a long-hauler with this brain disease.

We need a cure.

Daring to Hope Again: Faith or Foolishness?

The game of Schizophrenia Recovery Chutes and Ladders (or Snakes and Ladders, for you Brits) continues.

In the past few weeks, Ben has climbed some ladders, made some progress. Yesterday's family visit was full of simple pleasures again:

• a car ride that was full of conversation, not the torture of awkward silence and small talk

• Ben and a friends watched a movie in our living room and actually made it through the whole thing

• We talked about his future, his feelings, his sobriety journey (now counting again, 15 days)

• Ben was less defensive, more forthcoming

• I brought up my concerns about his current med (Haldol) and my wish that someday he might try Clozaril again so as to avoid the side effects (tardive dyskinesia, mainly) of the Haldol - and Ben seemed to listen. (not agree, but he did listen)

These days are miracles. These days give me hope, though I've learned not to predict beyond a good day.I don't predict. But I can hope.

• I can hope that Ben will continue to value his sobriety and the meetings that help him.

• I can hope that the side effects of the Haldol are not permanent.

• I can hope that he can again be a part of family celebrations.

• I can hope that, perhaps, one day, he will gain insight into his illness and serve as an inspiration to others.

• I can hope that he will, again, be able to work, to have friends, to feel purpose and joy.

• I can hope for a cure for schizophrenia.

Hope is not foolishness. Hope is a celebration.

If I'm wrong, at least I'll have had a day of seeing my son's smile again, or actually enjoying talking with him, of seeing that he might be able to get some of  his life back.

And that I can't do it for him. All I can do is love him (always), set limits (whenever I have to), and do the behind-the-scenes advocacy that is necessary to keep him afloat.

(where are his social security benefits?  Does he have money to pay his rent? Can he work again someday? Where? How? Are there activities he can participate in right now, to give him the structure and purpose he lost when he lost his job due to Covid and then turned to smoking weed instead? ....the list goes on. We orchestrate behind the scenes.)

A good day. I'll take it. 

"Mom, My Future Seems So Bleak": Feeling the Heartbreak

My son. He is trying to hard to get his life back. If he weren't trying so hard, maybe then I could detach - let go just a little bit more than I've already trained myself to do.

But it's heartbreaking. For me, sure - but mostly for him.

The trouble with regaining some sanity (or sobriety, for addicts) is that your vision, when examining your life, clears. That, unfortunately, can hurt like hell.

I can feel why, sometimes, it may feel easier to just fall down the rabbit hole of non-treatment and go back to a problem that's more familiar: getting out of the hospital.

Square One (or two, or three), when you've climbed so far ahead of it in the past, is really a  hard spot to land back on. Ouch.

The trouble with regaining some sanity (or sobriety, for addicts) is that your vision, when examining your life, clears. That, unfortunately, can hurt like hell.

That's part of why a fresh obstacle to Ben's renewed recovery journey (after the Covid-19 fall) is now: getting clean. He has returned to smoking pot - never a good sign - which brings all the usual "side effects": lies, denial, the illusion of accomplishment, poor decisions, loss of money, lack of motivation.

Shit.

Road to recovery…Far from Clear

The first signs were during a home visit - halfway through a fantastic visit, after Ben "took a walk to Starbucks", he returned home completely stoned. And denying it. I took him back home and told him he could lose his placement in the group home, and also I would not be allowing him to visit until the truth - and a plan of action - came through.

One day later, a very contrite Ben called to apologize, in tears, and ready to tell the truth and "get clean"...and he did - for 35 whole days. He even went to meetings, and shared for the first time ever.  Yeah, maybe "it's only pot", but for Ben it spells disaster.

Then...a relapse. He  took 2 hits from "some girl on the street corner" (after refusing once, but then he caved) because "I thought it wouldn't really make me seem stoned, and it might make me feel better about my life."

Another call from his Group Home.

Another frantic message of denial from Ben

He can lose his housing. He lost his home visit. I feel stuck in a cycle of Groundhog Day-like repetition.

I gave Ben a day to come clean with the truth - and he did. We talked for over an hour. He is so angry with himself.  He regrets giving in to temptation. He says all the right things...but he has said them before.

Still - what breaks me apart are two things: his voice, cracking with tears and emotion (rare for those suffering with schizophrenia), and his statement:"

Mom, My future just feels so bleak."

Oh. My.

He has lost everything he works for years to build - his work, his car, his friends, his sanity, his place in our home -- and months of his life. Unemployment is a huge blow - I've been there, and so has my husband, and maybe so have you - but imagine going through it when you've also "woken up" from the longest hospital stay of your life, to find that your world has fallen apart.

And now - some steps we've all agreed to, to provide more purpose and structure. Yes, he wants to work again someday - that waiter job was everything to him (but can he work? with hands trembling from Haldol? we shall see) - but for now, all I can do is remind him that:

• he has rebuilt his life before, and can do it again

• there are people who want to help

• Getting too cocky, and thinking you can get sober alone, seldom works for him - and is often a  sign of danger.

• We love him

• For now, it is good to sign up for some activities offered to him, even if they fall short of the full-time work he used to have.

Here's where we are. Ben is in a group home. He is rebuilding again after a 5 1/2 month hospitalization.

The Four Pillars, our present day version in this new Recovery Journey:

Treatment: Haldol by injection (different medication for Ben than the one he'd done so well on - in my eyes - before, but he swears he "likes it better".

Plus Side: Injection form much easier to manage (time-release)

Minus side: I am seeing tremors (could become permanent). Ben hides these, and denies their existence.

Structure: Some. Group Home meetings, and now some "Anonymous" meetings. He needs much more structure. Don't we all. He fills his time taking long walks, but his life is too aimless (considering pre-Covid he worked full-time)

Purpose: He was stripped of it when Covid cost him his job. Purposelessness sucks.

Community/Love: Well, he still has us, his family. But now it's weekend visits, and only if he is clean and sober. He has lost the right to visit us more than once - along with my trust.

So - we move ahead. With new steps. One day at a time.

2 days clean/sober, and he has also learned some things. Hopefully they will stick.  

Guest Blogger: CJ Hanson, Mental Health/Brain Illness Advocate

One day into June, and the official #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth is over - but the fight is far from over.

Please welcome guest blogger, C.J. Hanson, with these thoughts regarding her brother who has serious brain disease.  CJ is one of the authors in Dede Ranahan's award-winning book,

Tomorrow Was Yesterday.

"I have strong opinions regarding the many different causes for the continual denial of help and easier access to real treatment for my brother since the beginning of his trauma and brain illness of Schizophrenia and Anosognosia.

We initially thought the care he needed was going to be available to him given how severe his multiple disabilities including having lost his eyes in an accident and then brain illness.

We each have our own obstacles. But, like most families - access to that elusive help - was slammed shut on us because Mark is an adult who happens to have anosognosia related to the brain illness.

Waiting for him to figure out what is best for him.. what is safe for him... that he even has a serious mental/brain illness... will never happen.

CJ Hanson, Mental Health/Brain Illness Advocate

No one can understand the respective roles that we are each left to play amidst the absolute expectation from society that we should just innately have all the answers, when we have a loved one with SMI/SBD - an expectation that we are fully capable to physically house and care for someone so floridly psychotic after he has fallen 34 years into the abyss and the tiniest of cracks of his mental illness. Our shattered and fragmented Mental Health Policy & Laws which includes abandoning the most vulnerable of those among us and their families is cruel.

Many of us are just family members struggling to be what we are not. - Medical professionals, Neuro Psychiatric professionals, Medical intervention, Legal and Financial advisor, Psychiatric Technician, Social Worker, Protector, Nurse, even Guard - day and night. Every day and night.

From what I have seen some of the top advocates for Mental Healthcare Reform are those who have paid the ultimate price already... either the loss of their loved one to suicide, abuse, injustice or just completely and forever lost in their illness.

Some family members, advocates and activists are still smack in the middle of their struggle to avoid those outcomes.

But, we are all advocates and activists - for Serious Mental/Brain Illnesses and the change towards quality of life, comfort, justice and fairness in #MentalHealthcareReform. Which means including the family members."

~ CJ Hanson

PS - I hope that my friends, group members, and followers will visit the new Facebook page which will follow the development of the movie documentary and give us a "like," follow it... and if you are moved - to contribute to the production and success of the documentary. Please share the link to the page on your timelines and to your friends too for the success of this important project. We will be successful with your help!

https://www.facebook.com/noonecaresaboutcrazypeople

#LPSReform

#HIPAAReform

#NationalShatteringSilenceCoalition

#MayisMentalHealthAwarenessMonth

#NoOneCaresAboutCrazyPeople

Oprah, Harry, and Schizophrenia: The “Me” My Son Still Can’t See

The Me You Can’t See

Have you seen the new docuseries on AppleTV+, “The Me You Can’t See”

First of all, thank you, Oprah and Prince Harry, for joining the ranks of advocates who are becoming more open, honest, transparent about mental health issues, barriers, and some solutions. In this 5-part series, people from celebs (like Lady Gaga to the Prince himself)  to “regular folk” talk about trauma, challenges, heartbreak, and where they are now.

This is brave. This is eye-opening. This will help some folks, diagnosed with mental health issues (or those who know, treat, or love them) to understand and know they aren’t alone.

Thank you.

And yet. 

Does it go far enough? 

I am hoping for a second series, where more illnesses are explored, uncovered. Especially schizophrenia in those who have yet to be aware that they have the illness.

As we’ve covered often in our podcast, Schizophrenia: Three Moms in the Trenches, and in the books and blogs we share, one of the hardest things about schizophrenia is that the first step often can’t be taken: the step of awareness. Anosognosia is the condition that keeps Ben, and countless others like him, shielded from that awareness - and from accepting treatment unless somehow coerced into it (even by love).

Oprah and Harry - next time - and I do hope there will be a next time - please talk to the families of those affected by severe mental illness.

This is the episode I’m waiting to see: the person diagnosed with schizophrenia who has yet to be aware of it. Along with the family members who still love them and feel powerless to help.

We cry, we fiercely guard, we coerce, we lose sleep, we go broke.

We live through grief, live sometimes in fear, we lose our own futures, and  we bounce back a zillion times - all in the name of love, and in the hope that more people - researchers, practitioners, lawmakers, first responders - will learn from our heartbreak and advocacy, and continue to prioritize (and fund) services and science  that will help our loved ones, and our families.

Ben (my son), as you may know from following this blog, recently was released from a nearly-six-month psychiatric hospital stay (almost unheard of in this country) and has slipped from a relatively normal life of work and semi-independence to one of a group home bed and starting from scratch. 

Still, he does not believe that going off his meds had anything to do with the breakdown he experienced in August. He refuses to go back on the meds that he was treated with when he managed to have a clearer semblance of a life. The light is no longer there in his eyes, but he doesn’t feel the difference. 

While he has said he “struggles with symptoms”, he won’t say what those symptoms are. He becomes paranoid and cagey if I ever bring it up. I’ve learned not to.

I’ve learned to appreciate whatever crumbs of my child I can get, and am grateful every day that he is in a place (for now) with a staff trained to help him - even if he refuses much of that help.

According to NAMI,  

When we talk about anosognosia in mental illness, we mean that someone is unaware of their own mental health condition or that they can’t perceive their condition accurately. Anosognosia is a common symptom of certain mental illnesses, perhaps the most difficult to understand for those who have never experienced it.

This is what makes schizophrenia so difficult to treat - the “rights” of patients to refuse the treatment that would help them the most. 

If we applied these “rights” to our parents or other loved ones with dementia or Alzheimer's, they’d be living in an unsafe world. So we don’t allow that to happen.

Well, untreated, so is Ben. And so are the families of people diagnosed with SMI (serious mental illness). 

When you cover schizophrenia by interviewing someone who is in treatment, and aware of their own illness, you don’t tell the whole story.

This is the episode I’m waiting to see: the person diagnosed with schizophrenia who has yet to be aware of it. Along with the family members who still love them and feel powerless to help.

Thanks, though (really, I mean this sincerely), for the brave steps you have taken so far.
Let’s keep going.

The Extra Innings Movie - and Podcast

A few years ago, I had the honor of speaking at an event  to increase mental illness and suicide awareness, and to built support for an independent film called "Extra Innings." -described this way on  imdb: "Set against the enchanting backdrop of 1960's Brooklyn, Extra Innings tell the story of a young man who is caught between pursuing his dream (baseball) and staying devoted to his Syrian Jewish family that is afflicted with mental illness."

I have stayed in touch with the creator of the film, and last night was honored to be a guest on his podcast.  We talked about schizophrenia, family, stigma, support, and so much more.

Listen to the Full Episode: talkradio.nyc/shows/extra-innings
You can see or hear the podcast here: 
or here.

Meanwhile, about the movie:

It did get produced and released - and was winning awards all over the place and set to go to movie theatres...and then Covid hit. We all know all about that.  But - the good news is that you can now see it on Amazon Prime. Don't miss it!

As for the podcast, here's what Albert had to say:

“The love is pure, but the rest is difficult. I wrote it for families to not feel so alone.” Randye Kaye on what motivated her to write her book chronicling the journey of the development of her son’s mental illness.

Check out this exclusive clip of Extra Innings: Covering All the Bases! This week’s guest was actress and author, Randye Kaye.

Randye Kaye makes her living as an actress. In 2011, she published her memoir Ben Behind His Voices: One Family’s Journey from the Chaos of Schizophrenia to Hope, based on her own experience understanding and living with her oldest child’s schizophrenia. She hosts two podcasts: The Life Talk Show and Schizphrenia: Three Moms in the Trenches.

Find More about Randye Kaye
Website: randyekaye.com

Albert Dabah is a certified life coach and therapist who began his career as a social worker. He founded his video production company, Simba Productions, in 1979, and recently directed and wrote his first feature film, Extra Innings, which is based on his own life.

Life Coaching: adabahcoaching.com

#ExtraInningsMovie is available to stream on Amazon Prime, and on demand at Google Play, Fandango, Apple TV, Vudu, and DVD through our website at extrainningsmovie.com
Watch the trailer! bgpics.com/movies/extra-innings/
Watch Extra Innings: bgpics.com/movies/extra-innings/

Out of the Hospital, Not Out of the Woods

It has been almost four weeks since I picked Ben up, curbside delivery (not allowed to enter the unit due to Covid) from his over-five-month stay in a “behavioral health center” (AKA psychiatric hospital). He was so full of hope, the day so full of promise - but we family members know to enjoy the moment, and prepare for a fall.

Man, I hate to be right about this. But I knew  - I knew - he was on the wrong medication, and it was only a matter of time.

Timetable of deterioration:

(first few days covered in more detail in the earlier post):

It doesn’t take long to lose ground

Thursday, Feb 4th - pickup, home to pack, delivery to new housing I’ll call B Home (very very grateful for that arrangement, don’t get me wrong). Ben seems excited and open to his new life.

Friday, Feb 5th - I drop off a few items he forgot, and already Ben seems off. He’s on a time-release injection of Haldol, and wasn’t kept in hospital long enough to observe how to time the next needed dose.I call to inform the psychiatrist via Ben’s case manager (who can ever get the actual doctor on the phone?) and am told he’ll get back to us on Monday. That’s three more days that Ben can deteriorate. 

Monday, Feb. 8th - the doctor has done nothing. No oral boosters prescribed, no change in the next injection date. Ben seems not much worse, which is good, I guess - but he is still not good. Families know. 

Thursday Feb 11th - I drop off a few shirts to Ben at B Home. He holds it together enough to talk to me through the car window.

Good news: he is wearing a mask. 

Bad news: he has gone on a shopping spree for hoodies. He has about 60 hoodies already, folded neatly (by me, while he was hospitalized) on a shelf in his old room.  

Man, I hate to be right about this. But I knew  - I knew - he was on the wrong medication, and it was only a matter of time.

He is stable (ish), but it’s like the nine years he spent getting off Disability and working up to full-time employment have been erased completely, like an extended version of the plot of Groundhog Day. 

We still have not heard a peep from his psychiatrist.

Feb 15-19 - I am so grateful that Ben is in B Home, and not with us. I think my heart would break every day seeing him like this. Texting and phone class, even facetime, are helpful. He’s pretty good on the phone.  

I do have a long conversation with the B Home Social Worker, who seems caring and informed. She actually listens to me as I share Ben’s medical and work history. She is amazed that he used to work full time. I’m sure she can’t see that possibility in him, the way he is now.

Meanwhile, the money questions pile up. Did Ben have Social Security reinstated? I’ve been working on this since October.

I speak to Social Security, to DSS, to his benefits manager, to the residence staff….and everywhere there is a different story. 

Ben lost medical coverage...no, wait, maybe he has it.

Who will pay his rent? 

Are his medications covered? Yes, they are. No, wait, they aren't. 

One system says yes, the other hasn’t gotten the memo. 

This is a SNAFU paperwork nightmare. 

I am told that if Ben weren’t on the “fast track” these decisions would take two years. Two years! 

Feb.20-24.

A new wrinkle.

Ben’s case management team is suddenly being disbanded. He has been within them for 18 years.

Now, a whole new team to train. I hope they’ll hear our story. I hope they are better.

I hope the doctor is more attentive, knowledgeable, helpful, caring. 

I am wishing for a lot. As ever.

Meanwhile, Ben’s “rent” has not been paid because no one knows where his benefits stand. I write out a check for almost $1200 and mail it in to B Home. I cannot afford this. But of course I pay the bill.

And, Ben is failing. The B Home staff tells me he is twitching, gesturing with his hands, mumbling, eyes darting off to the side. Also, He’s isolating in his room whenever he can, listening to his music. 

This, my son who waited on a full station of tables just a year ago and kept it all straight and came home full of joy about the social interactions.

I know these signs. The voices are getting louder. 

God, please help my boy.

The psychiatrist has yet to order oral Haldol boosters or move up the injection.

This didn't have to happen! Yes, sorry but it's true, I told you so!!!!

Feb 25 - finally, Ben is scheduled to get his next long-acting Haldol injection. It’s happening tonight.

But no.

At 7 pm I get a call from B Home. The pharmacist doesn’t see any medical coverage and won’t fill the prescription. This just becomes a thing at 7 PM? 

“Don’t worry,” they say. "If he gets more symptomatic we’ll just get him back to the hospital."

What?

But no one even knows if he has medical coverage. The case is still being “decided”, according to the DSS case manager I spoke to yesterday. This has been going on (I repeat, sorry) since October.

And this didn't have to happen! Yes, sorry but it's true, I told you so!!!!

Many many phone calls later (bright spot: the benefits manager calls me back even tho it’s past her workday hours), I am assured this will be straightened out by morning. If Ben gets through the night without full-blown psychosis.

If.

I hold my breath. But I do sleep. The benefits manager told me to.

Feb. 26 (today)

We think he’ll get the injection today. We think it has been straightened out, that the pharmacist will fill the prescription, that the nurse will arrive, that Ben will not run away from her (that has happened before)..

I’ll believe it when I get the final word. 

No, out of the hospital does not equal out of the woods.

And so many others have it so much worse. At least Ben has a roof over his head, staff to manage his care, a family that loves him.

But it could be so much better.

Quoting Willy Loman (again, and just as fruitlessly it seems) from Death of a Salesman:

 Attention must be paid.

The Public Cry: #freebritney! Is There More to the Conservator Story?

We become conservators to rescue.

Listen, I want Britney Spears to be happy too. She's incredibly talented, seems nice, obviously loves her children, and has worked her ass off pretty much all of her life. And, yeah, her dad seems like a controlling asshole. Also, it has to suck to have your adolescence questioned and paraded all over the media. She was not treated with respect, to say the least. The paparazzi and press were shameless in their interference - and, well, sheer gall. Anyone might crack under that kind of pressure and scrutiny.

(Imagine if all Your teenage love starts and fits has been plastered over the tabloids. I mean, Seriously.)

But, after watching  Framing Britney Spears (and to channel Carrie Bradshaw), “I couldn’t help but wonder.....” even now, are we getting the whole picture of her conservatorship?

This is not a popular take right now. And I’m not saying that Brit shouldn’t be “set free”.  Honestly, it’s none of my business.But, since I am a conservator myself, I’m just saying there might be more to the story. Have we fully seen in that documentary what a conservator can do to help? To avoid disaster? To protect the conservatee? We have not.

Even Brit herself, speaking out after the documentary aired, has said “everybody has their story.”

Here’s mine.

I applied for conservatorship in 2003 when my son Ben was about to sign papers to “set himself free” from the psychiatric unit in the hospital. He was psychotic, confused, a danger to himself - but would have been released anyway because he had “rights.”

But by applying for conservatorship and right to treatment, I bought him some time - time to stabilize and to plan for discharge.

I became Ben’s conservator (of estate and person) and fought for his “right” to be treated for a serious brain illness - and kept fighting. Because of that, he finally was stabilized enough (5 hospital stays later) to be placed in housing where he could begin to rebuild his life.

And, I had the right to information each time he was hospitalized again. Without those papers, I’d not even have been able to know where he was.

In the 18 years since that decision (one I have to renew every year), I’ve stayed as far as I can from making decisions for Ben. Not all conservators decide what a person eats for breakfast (like Britney's father in the documentary). However, I have been able to step in and help when necessary.

Some examples:

• Ben thought he was “helping a co-worker” by co-signing a car lease agreement for her - without my knowledge. When she defaulted and he was hounded by debt collectors, I was able to get him out of the agreement.

• Ben decided to sell a perfectly good used car we had gotten for him (he paid us back, bit by bit, and had been free and clear) and lease a brand new one....to the tune of almost $800 a month.He went over the mileage and “solved “ that by leasing a more expensive one. We have to declare bankruptcy to get him out of that debt.

• He is a shopaholic. I know it makes him happy to feel normal...but did he really need a set of pool balls and cues when we don’t even have a pool table? I can’t really stop him, but I can keep enough money set aside (if he has any) to make sure bills are paid.

• He has now been hospitalized 9 times. That’s a small number compared to others I’ve seen. But my conservatorship gives me the right to know medical information, from the smallest detail (yes, he is a patient there) to the larger issues of what a discharge plan is.

• I can take charge of getting his disability payments back. This is absolutely essential right now, as he is back to square one and has no other income at all.

• While he was in the hospital, I was able to keep up his credit card payments ((of course, he was maxed out and only paying minimums)

“But (I hear you saying in your head) why don’t you let him just make mistakes when he hits bottom won’t he learn his lesson? The answer is… No. With schizophrenia, even treated schizophrenia, learning from your mistakes is often not part of the picture. I wish it were.

I do not decide what he eats for breakfast, who he hangs out with, where he goes. I am a safety net, and he has fallen many times. Mostly I let him make his own decisions, but within reason.

Like today:

“Mom, did I get a stimulus check? Where is it?”

“Yes, and I put it aside to pay your rent until your social security is approved.”

“Oh, ok.”

(Because I know, from experience, that if that check is at his disposal he will not rest until it has all been spent on clothing he does not need. trust me , I know. I cleaned his room while he was in the hospital. He could also use it to buy pot. Nope. Not on my watch).

Conservators are not all dictators or assholes. Most of the time, we don’t even want the job. But someone has to do it, and if we can prevent total disaster we step up to the plate. Most of us strike that balance of letting go and stepping in. or at least we try.

So - i feel for Britney, I really do. But that documentary was very one-sided. I would just need to hear the other side of the story. Wouldn’tyou?

He's Out! But For How Long? Family Input Ignored.

It was so much easier then…

“Dear Mom, and whoever else may or may not be listening. This goes out to my mom with deep heart-feltedness. For whatever I’ve done in the past, I’m extremely and genuinely sorry for, and will forever be.”

I have this recorded on my iPhone.

Why? Because one of the first things Ben did after I picked him up from West Hills Behavioral Hospital a few days ago was to apologize.

I was so shocked I asked him if he’d say that again, into the phone, and make it official. He laughed (laughed!), and said sure.

It was a good moment. I’ve learned to treasure those, since they tend to be fleeting.

I was right. Unfortunately. Shit.

Ben had been in the hospital for over five months this time. It was a nice vacation for us (sounds cruel, but if you e been there you get it), though beneath it all is my mother's heart that hurts for my son and all he'd lost after losing his full-time restaurant job to the Covid economy. I’d watched the downward slide for months, as he bravely (in my estimation) held on to hope and tried to fill his days with purpose. That’s didn’t go so well. Marijuana use increased, and so did his determination to not take his meds. All kinds of tricks, and we were powerless to do much except supervise, nag, accuse, try to outmaneuver him. It had worked...for awhile.

Now, after the hearings giving us right to treat and commit “over objection”, Ben finally stabilized - but not on the medication that had brought him back to a place where he could work as a restaurant server....and fool people into not knowing he has this devastating brain illness: schizophrenia.

No. Because he “doesn’t like the side effects “ of that medication (and I don’t blame him, but still...), he has chosen (and had the right to) an old antipsychotic, Haldol, which works okay but can have even worse (and permanent) side effects.

Yes, even in the hospital, we can win the right to treat, but not to choose the right medication. He has “rights” , which cause him harm.

This medication has brought Ben back, sort of - and it breaks my heart to see how hard he's trying to seem like his old self - but he definitely is not the same. As my daughter says, “I look in his eyes and he just isn't there.”

Best - and hardest - decision we made was to have him discharged to a group residence (let’s call it E house)instead of to our home where he'd been living for the last nine years. He is doing his best to be enthusiastic about this. He has not once guilted me, not once complained about his new situation. Yet. I’m crediting the group work he did in the hospital, for that (and for the apology).

Still, it’s such an echo of where we were back in 2003, when Ben was accepted into his first residence. The house seems nice, the staff seems caring. Hard to tell some of the staff from the patients...until you look and listen a bit more closely. Ben has his own room (for now), and I’m grateful there is a plan in place to ease him gradually into independence.

But. And there is always a but.

He is slipping. He’s on a time-released injection of the haldol. This is good, until it starts to wear off. And he wasn’t kept in the hospital long enough to gauge the half-life of the injection. Daily boosters can be given orally, but he hasn’t been prescribed any daily medication except something to prevent side effects (like twitching.)

And every day since I dropped Ben off, he gets worse and worse. And it has only been 4 days.

I’m spared long visits because of the pandemic, (sorry, but it’s true. Visiting is painful when he deteriorates), but when I dropped off his Medicare card the day after he was admitted I could see it. Couldn’t focus, trying too hard to be sociable, repeating things. I know the signs, believe me. And...I’ve seen him when he’s truly functional (or what passes for it when your brain is filled with constant interference) and believe me I know the signs.

We cannot wait for his next injection appointment. It will be too late. We need to fix his treatment NOW.

I call the staff, from their parking lot, to tell them what I see. Even though they barely know him, and have never seen him well enough to handle a restaurant rush and still get kudos on Yelp, they see the decline too. They agree with me. So....I call his case manager.

This is a a Friday.

I’m told the psychiatrist (Dr. K) will check on him on Monday.

I say Monday will be too late.

Case manager says he'll talk to Dr. K and get back to me.

Of course he doesn't get back to me.

The staff at E house tells me not to worry, as they will "get him to the hospital if it gets too bad."

This is exactly what I am trying to prevent.

It’s like I have to train a whole new set of staff.

Hello, please meet my real son. This is the one who, when balanced, can get a 50% tip from a happy family. Who can make a great speech at his sister's wedding. Who can muster some genuine caring and empathy for others.

When treatment works, he is more than just “stable”. He is wonderful.

And right now he is neither. He needs better medication and he needs it now.

It’s such an echo of 28 years ago when he was first placed in a residence after his 5 hospitalizations in that one year.

Only then, he was 21 and I was 51. Now we are approaching 38 and 68. In all that time, are there no other options? Have they not realized that family input matters?

When will this horrible illness get the attention it deserves?

Schizophrenia: 3 Moms in the Trenches Podcast

In recent posts, I reviewed two new memoirs from fellow MRQs (Moms who Refuse to Quit) Miriam "Mimi" Feldman and Mindy Greiling. Both memoirs were recently released (unfortunately forced by the pandemic into virtual-only book tours), and are both stellar and unique.

audio podcast or YouTube video

So - we met each other (virtually, of course - what else could we do?) and have teamed up to create a new podcast/youtube show for Moms like us - and also for other caregivers, practitioners, family members, and those (like our sons) who are diagnosed with schizophrenia - if they are in a place to want to hear about our side of the story.

Ben would not care to watch this, I know, as he still lacks insight into his illness (anosognosia) - but our hope is that the content is there for whomever is ready to hear it.

Here is the description:

Three Moms in the Trenches: (East, West, and Mid-US). We each have adult sons with schizophrenia and have written acclaimed books about it. We say it like it is, to help families, practitioners and those with SMI (serious mental illness) feel less alone...and learn. Randye Kaye -Broadcaster, Actress, Voice Talent, Speaker, and Author (“Ben Behind his Voices”) Miriam Feldman - Artist, Mom, Author "He Came in With It" Mindy Greiling - member of the Minnesota House of Representatives for twenty years. Activist, Legislator, Author (“Fix What You Can")

Podcast can be found here:

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Five Months a Patient (Psychiatric Unit): Daring to Hope Again

One week from today, Ben will be discharged from the longest hospital stay of his life. Five months. Five months! Believe me, I am grateful. Grateful that he was safe, cared for, and somehow has returned from the abyss of his illness. Again. 

Not gonna lie, though: we’re also very grateful for having had a break from living with him. What a blessed empty nest. No staying up til 3 AM to make sure he takes his meds. (Up until Covid hit, Ben had  worked as a restaurant server, thanks to those meds he hated). No cigarettes on the front porch. No huge messy vegetarian cooking marathons. And, mostly, no tension in the house from secrets kept, delusions hidden, resentments festering. 

How, after nine years of success, did Ben wind up at square one, delusional and certifiable? I can blame Covid-19 (see this earlier post) for the job loss, the structure crumbles, the community scattered, his purpose stolen – but, truthfully, he was teetering on the brink of the rabbit hole even before that. Excessive pot use, self-caused financial stress (he leased a Lexus? Really?), and mostly – mostly – resenting and cheeking the medications that provided the foundation for his ability to function in reality. Every night my husband or I could feel the hatred coming from Ben as we supervised his medication he desperately wanted to not need, all his charm having been used up at work and none left for his family.

But there’s only so much you can do if he backwashes into the water and then swears he didn’t.

We got by. We all squeaked by. Until August 29, 2020. Another night spent in the police station, calling the on-call psychiatrist, watching my son disappear before my eyes. Again. Talk about the worst Déjà Vu ever.

Fast forward, I guess…past more court hearings, renewed conservatorship, Ben’s refusal to go back on the meds that work best for him, awkward zoom calls (no visiting allowed, thanks Covid), paperwork trails to get him back on disability and out of debt. Where are we now? 

He finally seems stable again – but he’s on Haldol, a medication that can have devastating – and permanent – side effects. Also, it doesn’t help much with the negative symptom of schizophrenia, so I’m not a fan. But Ben has refused to do the blood draws required to be on Clozaril. So here we are.  And - so far, so good. 

It seems okay. He called me yesterday – three times, as he needed a favor – and we actually had a conversation: about his bank account (yes, I deposited money so he won’t be overdrawn), his car (repossessed, and he’ll have to declare bankruptcy and start over again), his housing (back to a group home, which has thankfully accepted him), about origami (he taught everyone on the unit how to do his favorite creations, something he recalls from years ago), and even about politics. He is aware that we have a new President, and that in itself is a miracle, since five months ago all we got out him was the occasional grunt and suspicious staring and mumbling to his voices.

When Ben learned that I had taken care of his affairs, he said, “Mom, you’re the queen of the world” – and he meant it to be funny, not a delusion. I have my son back – well partially. As always, I'll take it. Better than nothing.

In one week, he gets placed in a residence with a day program included. He has no car, no job, and will be living a half-hour from us. But it’s better for him, and for us. I hope and pray that he doesn’t walk out the door of that place when the nurse is coming with his medication. It had happened before. And then– back to the psych unit.  The revolving door.

I have my son back – well partially. As always, I'll take it. Better than nothing.

But, for now – we hope. And express thanks to the staff that has kept him safe for five months, the medication that seems to be working, and that there was bed available for him.

Can things fall apart again? Oh, heck yes, you bet they can. But dare we hope?

Absolutely. We dare to hope. No use predicting disaster (then we’d have to go through the emotions twice, and all we’d get is the booby prize of having been “right”. (Ugh) – all we can do is our best to prevent it.

Welcome back, Ben. I’ve missed you. Not the illness – I hate schizophrenia with all of my being. But now that I see glimmers of my son again. Yes. I’ve missed that. 

One step at a time. And avoid the rabbit holes. 

Breakdown: The Right Title for a Much-Needed Book

I've often wondered what treating patients with SMI (Serious Mental Illness) is like for medical professionals. I want to know, too, what the intake process is like for clinicians, and whether they feel as frustrated with the system as we family members do. This book answers these questions, and more.

Through it all, author Lynn Nanos, L.I.C.S.W., shows such concern, knowledge, and caring for people like my son Ben (who is diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia), that I kept wishing she were on the team treating and caring for Ben right now.

I had to sharpen my pencil several times, I underlined so many facts and observations.

Five Shocking Facts

Five things that either stuck with me or surprised me - and, after nine hospitalizations for my son Ben, I thought I knew it all...

1. Often the "easier-to-manage" psychiatric patients get admitted, instead of those who need the help the most, because they are cheaper and less difficult to manage.  Those admitted include "malingerers" who just want to get off the street for "three hots and a cot" and can fake psychosis.

2. Connecticut (where I live) is one of only three states in the U.S. (along with Maryland and Massachusetts) that do not have laws allowing AOT (Assisted Outpatient Treatment), something that most definitely would benefit my son.

3. Yes, untreated schizophrenia can increase the incidence of violence.  And often, when the voices tell a schizophrenia patient to harm someone, it's someone they know...and usually love.

4. Regarding RLC's (Recovery Learning Communities, often staffed by "peer specialists who endorse the possibility that signs of psychosis are normal"):  " Researchers found no significant benefits...to help the seriously mentally ill population"- of which my son is one. I live in fear of those who would try to "teach" him to get off his meds. And yet the government allows antipsychiatry to infiltrate programs it runs. (Chapter 18)

5. Why do psychotic people not engage in treatment? Nanos lists 17 reasons, and "stigma" was not among them. She argues (backed up by research) that stigma is overrated as a reason to not seek treatment for the seriously mentally ill. She says not one patient has ever mentioned that as a barrier to seeking help.

Lynn Nanos knows her stuff, truly cares about her cases, and fights for what's right - while fearless in exposing the cracks in the system.Highly recommended reading.

"Fix What you Can": Apt Philosophy for Family Mental Health (and book review)

Mindy Greiling and I have many things in common, though we've never met. The biggest shared experience: we both have sons with schizophrenia, and we haven't given up on them. As she says in the epilogue of her new book,  we are "the best mothers we can be."

As any parent knows, good parenting is a shifting balance between stepping in and letting go. When mental illness and substance abuse enter the picture, that balance is ever more precarious. And "happy endings" are, often, only fleeting respites from trauma, until the next chapter begins.

Still, we love.

Still, we hope.

Still, we fight.

Mindy, for much of this memoir, is able to channel much of this fight into her work as Minnesota State Representative - a position she held for twenty years, advocating tirelessly for improvements to the mental health laws in that state. She's received more than eighty awards for her legislative and advocacy work. She has so much good reason to be proud. 

But her son, Jim, still has schizophrenia. That, as we know all too well, sucks. And in this memoir she is raw, real, and informative about her family's journey, and also her work to enact changes in the system.

I highly recommend this memoir for anyone who wants to know more not only about the family experience with schizophrenia, but also why it can be such a long and difficult process to change the legal barriers to getting our loved ones the help they so desperately need (but think they don't).

When  I wrote Ben Behind His Voices almost ten (!!) years ago, there were very few memoirs about the family experience with schizophrenia- and even few that offered any hope or action steps.  Since then, I've seen (and read) quite a few - and this one stands out for its honesty, its perspective (Mindy is the granddaughter of, as well as mother of, someone with schizophrenia), and its knowledge about  advocacy and the way things work in the world of state legislation. 

Mindy Greiling is a fine writer - you'll keep turning the pages. You'll feel less alone, if you share this issue. And you'll get a really accurate ride on the roller coaster of  family experience with "recovery" - what happens after someone with severe mental illness is treated and released? I know this ride all too well - am on it right now, as my son Ben is nearing the end of a three-month hospitalization after nine years of relative success. 

Highly recommended.

Noah's Schizophrenia: Review

Like many memoirs about a mother's experience with her son's schizophrenia, this rang true on so many levels. The love, the shock, the despair, the hope, the searching for support...all of us with loved ones struck by the brain illness called schizophrenia will nod our heads in solidarity - the club we never wanted to be in.

What sets this apart is how the author weaves information and resources into the story: read it to understand acronyms and issues such as AOT, CIT, NAMI, Board and Cares, homelessness, drug use, conservatorships, IMD, Clozapine....a primer for the vast education a family needs to cope and help.

For me, this may not have been the easiest read on this day when my own son's Court Hearing to apply for right to commit and right to medicate is happening in a few hours. I face the difficult decision, as does the author Kartar Diamond so many times in this story, of refusing to let me son move back in with us. Her son Noah cycled through so many forms of alternative housing...what will happen to mine?

In one terrifying and frustrating scene, she shares her thoughts as Noah's symptoms worsen: 

As a small boy, he made a Mother’s Day card that read, “Don’t ever die I love you so much.” Now, 25 years old, suffering from schizophrenia and fueled with crystal meth, he wants to “crush my skull” because I didn’t bring him ten dollars.

Minus the threats, we have been there. As for the threats? Well, you just never know. With treatment, Ben's sweet nature abounds. When he refuses meds? I don't know how long before the voices take over.

The author's son Noah is a talented musician (mine a promising writer, a grim reminder of what this illness steals from the world as well as from the person diagnosed with it and his/her family). This is not sugar-coated at all; it reveals the disparities in the mental health system through the frustrated eyes (and pocketbook) of one mother who loves her son with all her heart, but is left almost helpless by the illness and the system that is supposed to help. It also ends with some hope, and a look at what can happen when the system does work.

I can relate. You, I hope, will too. She searches for "the truth" throughout this book, and all of us hope and pray it can be found.

He Came in with It: Book Review

Miriam Feldman's wonderful book will be released tomorrow, and I highly recommend it.

Ever since my book was released (when there were very few memoirs around that dealt with schizophrenia in a child) they now seem to be everywhere.  I have read many of them, and Miriam's memoir stands out as not only relatable (I marked so many passages I almost ran out of ink) but also poetic, artistic, and funny. Miriam is an artist (murals and more) by trade, and her artistry definitely extends to the written word.

Plus she made me laugh out loud - something you wouldn't think you can do when your heart is broken by a devastating, unrelenting illness thrust upon your  beloved child.  But you can, and we must. 

Miriam Feldman takes us through  the facts,  the loneliness, the strength, the love, and the roller coaster of hope and heartbreak.

You will fall in love with her son Nick, and grieve the loss of what might have been...and hope for what might be. As I do every day with my son Ben.

I felt such a kinship with Miriam that I interviewed her (and Robert Kolker, and Laura Pogliano) as part of my "Power of Kinship" conversations. 

Hope you'll read this book!

Beyond Hidden Valley Road: Is There Now More Hope for Schizophrenia?

What a panel! I got to interview 3 schizophrenia experts at once :

Robert Kolker, #1 NYTimes Best-selling author of Hidden Valley Road - also one of the rare non-fiction Oprah book Club selections

Miriam Feldman, author of He Came in with It, publication date July 21

and Laura Pogliano, SARDAA Chapter President and Board member, mom of late son Zaccaria, who was diagnosed with schizophrenia at age 17.

We cover, among other things:

What, if anything, has changed for families dealing with schizophrenia - and what has to happen next to improve the current situation? We touch on: Early Detection and Treatment Need to fund and advance research and find a CURE Four Pillars of Recovery Stigma - is reducing stigma enough? (no!) Schizophrenia as a brain condition, not a psychological issue the sibling experience Hidden Valley Road and the Galvin family current disabled mental health system need for education, NAMI Family-to-Family ...and more.