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TWICE REMOVED- reflections on losing a loved one to skizophrenia — by RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY
This picture was painted with water color and it is called “hunger in a box” in August 2007 by riveroflifelisajoy.—It represents the lack of understanding, and lack of support for the families of those suffering with skizophrenia in todays society.
It is the last and final taboo that no one wants to talk about in 2008 and before. Maybe things will change as people open up a forum and talk about the dilemmas that are created for the families of the afflicted persons.
This little essay is based on the poem…”Don’t love me too much.–by riveroflifelisajoy (me). My husband was a corrections officer for seven years , he was hired and had to withstand psychological evaluation and he had passed.
Yet after seven years of being a corrections officer at RikersIsland, a father, homeowner, owner of three cars, and a time share in the Poconos, and husband –we, He and I had stood looking at the crossroads.
We had come to the end of our journey together. In sickness and in health, till death do us part. I even allowed myself to state that I would honor and obey him to the gasp of all in the church during our wedding. People were shocked for some reason.
For today’s women they want to be much more independent than that. How could I want to honor….but much worse….OBEY? Malachi? I think that the women in the church thought I had brought them back 100 years before the femminist revolution.
Who cares? I thought; Malachi had proven himself trust worthy. His gentle ways, and care and concern were continuous throughout our 2 1/2 year relationship before our marriage.
He gave utmost care and compassion to my mother and her problems with her house. My Malachi painted the rooms of my mother’s house before he married me.
He did not try to take advantage of my mother by asking her for money or loans of any type. Instead he allowed her to ask him for help which he gave without financial gain. He told me that since I lived with my mother, that he wanted me in a nice looking house.
He wanted me happy and healthy. One day he picked me up from work and then pulled over and proposed to me. I was warmed and at peace—I said yes. It was beautiful.
When Malachi became a corrections officer he changed after a few years on the job. That job is difficult and stressful. Things have changed quite a bit from those days (1995)….or so I have heard.
Before my dear Malachi had a goal to become a minister–but then his attitude began to change after we purchased our home. He had worked atleast 70 to 80 hours per week of overtime to make the money to buy our home.
After that it seemed that the stress took its affect.
Losing him affected me and our child and further more the entire extention of Malachi’s family–His family lived in deep denial and blamed and attacked me on behalf of Malachi.
His family also was quite well off finanically and could afford to care for him without him taking out social security benefits at the young age of 35 years old.
They did not want my son to aquire social secuity benefits because I would be the person in charge of the money that would come to my son. I would also be eligible as a legally married woman…which of course I was and still am.
My son stood to receive $700.00 per month based on his father’s disability.
Therefore, my mother inlaw bluntly informed me that I was to go back home to my mother because I was going to lose my house; and that I would crawl on the ground for the rest of my life for money.
I returned home to my mother and I did lose my house. My son has never received “child support”, or the social security benefits that his father should have applied for–but never did.
Malachi’s mother tried to take my son from me by means of ploting and lying. She did not succeed. But she created a lack of family in my son’s life for nine years.
Instead of the family coming together during Malachi’s time of need…they separated and attacked me.
They combined as a family in order to assault me…but separated from me and Malchi’s son.
I was told by Malachi’s uncle , who was a Assistant Pastor in his church, not to ask for any help.
I was left with over two hundred thousand dollars of debt. My house went into foreclosure and I could not sell it without Malachi’s signature; my son and I moved back to my mother’s house.
I became emotionally bankrupt…but most of all financially bankrupt. So Skizophrenia did more than just attack the mind and body of my husband Malachi.
There have been many crying nights. But the power has been in people who have challenged me to continue on and have faith for the best.
But you see my Malachi had been stabbed in the top of his head when he was a corrections officer. He handled it well at the time…but that did not stop the after affects.
The illness that he suffered was not caused by the job…but yet it could have been aggrevated nonetheless.
Malachi had resigned from his job before it was found out that he was sick. Therefore there was nothing the job was obligated to do for me as the wife, or Malachi himself. Such is life.
But I always know that the disease is distructive and takes away loved ones. See, my Malachi refused to take medication and his parents agreed.
Thus the missing Malachi. He walked away from everything and everyone he knew. He lived a tortured life…believing he was being chased by several unseen to the naked eye–foes.
His life was a good one…yet the family is left to suffer and live on without answers to the unknown….(whether he is dead or alive).
Unfortunately it is true…most mentally ill people if not on medication become statistics and homeless people on the streets, jails, or hospital wards in prisons for the mentally ill—or worse yet….DEAD.
The mentally ill die on the streets even in the United States ….actually throughout the world. I will add the facts from a research essay I wrote later on.
For now….till next blog….
…..hope all is well with you and yours—-riveroflifelisajoy!
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