This post deals with mental illness and may be triggering for some readers.
Today I found out my 17-year-old son has schizophrenia. It feels like we’ve both been handed a death sentence.
As I try to process the news, a series of headlines and news stories flash through my mind. Cases where loving family members and support workers, sometimes even complete strangers had been violently killed because the voices in another person’s head told them to do it.
I can’t believe I’ve immediately gone to such a dark place. Is it because I used to work in news? Or is it because I’ve seen a couple of violent outbursts I never thought my gorgeous boy would ever be capable of?
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I hang up the phone and immediately start to google. I need answers. I need consoling; I need to see anything but the horrific kaleidoscope of news images circulating in my head.
Google is not my friend.
This is permanent. This is not just a Year 12, hormonal, stress-related, teenage meltdown.
This is my youngest child in such a serious state of cognitive impairment, he might never emerge from his cocoon of confusion, paranoia and catatonia.
I grieve for the things he has already lost and find it hard to find light in his future.
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