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I don't even know where to start with this, but hoping someone here might be able
to offer a voice of experience.
First, my hubby is a psychiatrist/psychoanalyst. Been in practice for about 45 years.
Old school, doesn't just hand out meds but engages people in talk therapy. Doesn't
practice traditional psychoanalysis, but uses psychoanalytic techniques in the approach
to treatment. Has always had a component to his practice of working with people
of limited means, whether at the VA or in community clinics.
I have a 60 year old cousin whom I always thought of as a little odd.
Had limited exposure to him growing up, and probably hadn't seen him half a dozen
times as an adult until first his mom died, 4 years ago, and then his dad, just
before last Christmas. They lived in Pasadena (the cousin lives in Seattle) and
we live in NC now after living many years in the L.A. area. Never considered
the cousin might have mental health issues, and my aunt and uncle (his parents)
would never talk about him much when we were visiting. After my aunt died,
I spent a couple of days around him, with my uncle, and became increasingly
concerned about his behavior. He ended up driving away, back to Seattle,
leaving his almost 90 year old dad alone to clean out the house they'd lived
in for 30 years before putting it up for sale. The cousin was not working (his field is construction)
and has no family. There really was no urgent reason for him to return to Seattle. My cousin did nothing to help
his dad identify whether he wanted to go to assisted living, or look at places.
I had a conversation with a close neighbor across the street from the uncle's
house--who had been like a daughter to them over the years--and she rather
matter of factly told me the cousin was "on the spectrum" and certainly had
Asperger's. Well, that blew me away. I had never considered it--but it fit
his behavior--and his parents had never said a word about it. Eventually,
with the help of the neighbor, my uncle sold his house and moved to assisted
living in Pasadena. About two years ago, after a couple of falls, an increase
in the monthly cost of the assisted living arrangement, and numerous calls
from Pasadena to Seattle about my uncle's deteriorating condition, my cousin
elected to move his dad up to Seattle with him. There was plenty of money
in the estate to arrange some other way for him to stay in Pasadena where
all his friends were. The neighbor tried to convince my cousin of that, but
he resisted and moved his dad to Seattle. My uncle reported to my husband
during one phone conversation during that period that my cousin had told his dad "I'm just
waiting for you to die".
OK. The celebration of life event for my uncle was held in Pasadena on the 15th
of March. My brother went to it, we did not. He reported that the cousin had
gained a lot of weight (he likes his beer) and was talking non-stop (which he's always
done). He showed up in an old van--modified with a battery to run a/c--in which
he had driven down from Seattle and was sleeping in it. The cousin is the sole
heir of his parents estate--and there should still be LOTS of money in it--enough
to buy a nice RV if his wish was to drive around the country. He mentioned he was
thinking of taking a road trip--to Colorado--to visit two of my brother's kids who live
there. Two days ago, my brother e-mails me that the cousin had showed up, unannounced
and uninvited, at one son's place of work--a car dealership--stinking and looking like
he was "homeless". He had first gone to the residence, let himself in the back door,
and it turns out the son's wife had been sleeping in a back bedroom (she works nights).
She's never met him. Can you imagine if she awakened to find this unknown, unkempt
guy in her house? The son was angry and speechless, and I gather told my cousin
to get lost and never come back.
From this description of events, putting together behaviors, my husband thinks that this cousin
could be undiagnosed bi-polar, and possibly evolved to schizophrenia. There is a high degree
of association of alcoholism with bi-polar diagnoses, too, according to my husband.
It appears that my cousin's condition--whatever it is--has deteriorated significantly from
the last time I saw him almost 4 years ago. He has no family left (only child) and just
my brother and me and our children. We've never had much connection with him.
My husband is optimistic that, if my cousin would get treatment, that it could have
a very beneficial effect on his life. People--and frankly, we're no different-- don't want to be around my cousin, because
he is so clueless in social situations. We suspect that he has gone his whole life without getting appropriate help,
and that my aunt and uncle not being willing to talk about him did not help that situation.
My question is, has anyone dealt successfully with this kind of situation--either been the person with the mental health
issues or the family trying to get someone to realize they need help?
I would appreciate any comments or suggestions.
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mnhtnbb
(32,103 posts)I did ask whether anyone had a story to share from a family member's
point of view of guiding someone into the choice of getting therapy,
or from the point of view of being the person who chose to get
therapy and had a diagnosis of Asperger's or bipolar diagnosis.
hunter
(39,005 posts)I didn't even know about some of them until I was in my forties. One of my dad's unknown cousins found me on the internet. That's one of the reasons I'm not on Facebook or any other site like that. It was an uncomfortable experience because he was very insistent that he and I shared the same sort of reality. But no, thank you, I prefer my own twisted reality. I didn't see anything appealing in his.
It's clearly some kind of autism, a dominant gene in our family. Sometimes you get a rocket scientist and sometimes you get someone who is entirely dysfunctional in normal society. Sometimes you get someone who is a bit of both.
My own grandfather was an engineer on the Apollo Project but his personal life was always a mess. He had siblings who were entirely dysfunctional but they were quietly supported by family who were functional.
In the past I've been a semi-homeless person. Modern meds keep me somewhat functional.
In college I was "asked" twice to take time off, with the implied threat of permanent expulsion. It was all very hush-hush then, nothing committed to paper, something kept in the closet. It took me nine years to get my Bachelor's degree.
At my very worst I'm completely oblivious to my own mental state. It's always the world getting weirder, never me. The ability to judge my own mental state is the very first thing that flies out the window. When I'm functional I try to build a support system that will keep me that way. But I have done stupid things like quitting meds, and I'll probably do stupid things again. My feral human state is quite resourceful, I'm the "invisible" sort of homeless person.
One of my resources and safety net is a family quite tolerant of "eccentric" behaviors so long as they are not violent, abusive, or self-destructive.
How well did you know your uncle? It's quite possible he was as odd as his kid and moving to Seattle didn't seem like a bad idea to him. Or maybe his kid's mom was like that.
I've shown up at my parents' or siblings' homes with little warning and it wouldn't bother me at all if they did the same. I would always, even at my worst, have the wits to ring the doorbell or knock first. Maybe if it was an inappropriate hour I'd sleep in my car, but not for my parents or siblings. (I used to get in trouble for sleeping in my car. I did that in Santa Monica once and the cops were not nice.)
The house I grew up in was always welcoming. Finding a stranger in the house at any hour was never an unusual experience. You just figured if the pack of family dogs and some other human had accepted them, then they were probably okay.
You can't help anyone if they are not looking for help. You can't get anyone to accept your advice until you accept them as they are.
There is the "danger to self or others" aspect of it too. The "danger to others" is the big one that requires intervention. Same with suicidal "immediate danger to self."
The slow-suicide stuff -- smoking, drugs, excess alcohol, failure to seek medical care for potentially fatal conditions, going "off meds," etc. -- those are tougher to deal with and can only be looked at with some sense of detachment. Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries... Otherwise I'm just taking on someone else's crazy which is always a bad idea.
These are comments and reflections on my own experiences, not "suggestions." Take anything you find useful, discard the rest.
mnhtnbb
(32,103 posts)I knew both my aunt and uncle pretty well. My uncle asked me to be executor of their
estate if anything happened to their son--this cousin--and he died before they did.
So for the last ten years or so I tried to get out to Pasadena to see them on a regular
basis.
My aunt was very high energy and also could be a dominating force in a conversation.
She was a whirlwind of activity--on lots of Boards--especially Friends of the Library--
and an avid reader. Both she and my uncle were graduates of The Pasadena Playhouse
in the 40's. Neither one of them made a career in theatre, but I always attributed
her enthusiastic conversation to a flair for the dramatic. They both had lots and lots
of friends. My uncle owned his own electrical contracting business--was an airline mechanic
serving in the Pacific during WWII--and could fix anything. He tended to the quiet side.
If there is a genetic connection to anything, I would suspect it might have come from his mom.
She did tell me one time that she was taking anti-depressants. But again, lots of people take
anti-depressants for lots of reasons.
My uncle's bills at the assisted living facility were running >$10K/month when my cousin
moved him to Seattle to live with him. My uncle was a child of the Depression and from
my experience, folks of that generation seldom got over being concerned about money.
He did not, however, need to be worried about it. There were plenty of funds for him
to live out his life comfortably in Pasadena. I think the neighbor who was like a daughter
viewed my cousin's action taking his dad to live in Seattle as one of not really caring
about what was best for my uncle, but what would preserve the most funds for
my cousin to inherit from his father...and perhaps removing him to Seattle would
hasten his demise. That does fit with the comment my uncle reported about
his son saying he was just waiting for him to die.
Yes, the danger to others is a concern. If my cousin is driving across the country, drinking
too much, and sleep deprived (which I understand can be a problem) then I wouldn't want
to be on the road when he was! But, that's not any different than a lot of other people
who, by circumstance, or choice, shouldn't be driving either.
I hear you about "taking on someone else's crazy". My cousin is entitled to live the life of his choice--within
legal boundaries-- and without putting others at risk. Personally, I've never had a lot in common with him
and I think that one reason he chose to go to visit in Colorado is that he might have felt that he had
things in common with that relative who likes the outdoors, climbs mountains, and has a bit of a rugged side
to him. But we aren't a family that just drops in on each other--especially since my brother and two of his
kids (and their families) live in California; two live in Colorado; one lives in Maryland; I live in NC and one of
my sons is currently living in Berlin.
Tobin S.
(10,420 posts)I've run across plenty of assholes in my time who aren't mentally ill, but I've never been in your situation.
Personally, I suffered from what has been diagnosed as bipolar disorder for ten years untreated. I was not a very kind or affectionate person, but I wasn't usually mean. I was definitely odd. No one ever suggested to me that I needed help or tried to get me help, and I was only diagnosed after admitting myself to a hospital for being suicidal.
I guess the moral to the story is that your husband could be right...and he could be wrong. You'll never know unless you pursue the matter.
mnhtnbb
(32,103 posts)matter of factly suggested he had Asperger's several years ago, I had thought he was just an a$$hole
to drive off and leave his 90 year old dad to figure out how to clean out the house
and get it ready to sell after his mom died. And I tended to agree with the neighbor that moving
his dad to Seattle was not really in his dad's best interest...just easier and cheaper for him.
Even though I don't particularly enjoy being around him I'm not comfortable turning my back on
him. I am going to leave it up to my husband to talk to him if he shows up here in his van/truck
without any warning, because the inattention to hygiene or social graces of arranging with someone
to come visit are steps beyond his usual "oddness".