“most schizophrenics don’t believe it is god talking to them, if anything, it is usually the devil”.
Now, I’m sure this is his opinion… but, sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, and from what I have seen, I agree. Schizophrenia runs on my mom’s side of the family. I think she has some form of it, although she’s never been diagnosed. Her mother, and her brother both were mostly institutionalized. I’ve mentioned this before – and how she’s not like them… but, still…
I use to visit my Mom’s mom, my grandmother, frequently. Psychiatric wards and hospitals are some scary places, Man. When I was a kid, she use to come to our house and visit for a day or two. I always thought she was odd… but, I knew she was sick, and just accepted it. I still loved her, and felt she loved me. She use to want to come and live with us… she’d stay in my room and make comments, like “what a nice spare room you have here”. And, I was like, “hey!? That’s MY room!”. LOL As I grew older, I watched her go in and out of different homes, but, always wound up back at a more secure hospital. Eventually, my mom stopped taking her out of those places for visits, and we would go see her there. We, meaning myself and her… sometimes, my one brother.
My Grandmother’s behavior was unpredictable. Sometimes funny.. like, she’d just start taking her clothes off anywhere… and, sometimes, confusing… where I just couldn’t tell what she was saying or doing. It was difficult to understand what she was saying most of the time, but, when I could make it out, it was frequently something about Satan, Beelzebub and scary stuff. She sometimes looked like she was possessed… or like she wanted to scare you.
I think Grandma believed herself to be possessed by demons. What a scary thought!! I wonder, if my mother heard/hears voices like that sometimes?? That is scary too. Maybe that is why she was convinced my dad was the devil himself?? Perhaps that is why she is so religious? Perhaps, she NEEDS to be – to ward those evil voices off? I don’t know? I’m just “what if”-ing here…
In my Grandmother’s last several years on this earth, I visited her much more than my mother did. I don’t think my mom could take it. Then, my mom was out of the country, so she wasn’t even here when she died. I think she was relieved to not be here to handle things. I think my mother really did believe that she (her mother/my grandmother) was possessed by demons and would get very agitated around her. Even when she was trying to do something nice for her birthday or something, my mom seemed mostly annoyed with her. We never stayed long. Almost like she thought my Grandmother was purposely being schizophrenic to make her life hell. I’m sure it was difficult on her (my mom) too her whole life. I’m sure I’ll never know just how difficult…
I felt bad for my Grandmother. I saw her as a lonely old woman… sick… confused. Not evil. As an adult, I visited her regularly and brought my son. She always looked so happy to see us… and never wanted us to leave. She always told me she loved me, and squeezed my hand. Yeah… she still acted weird often. But, I found that if I laughed off her weird behavior, or just acted like nothing and changed the subject – she usually snapped out of it. I felt like I was the only good thing she had to look forward to.
My uncle is a different story. I hardly know him, and the few times I did visit him I felt very unsafe and awkward… My Mom does visit him, though, and she doesn’t seem to have those same ill feelings towards him as she did her mother. I guess, I can understand that.. he’s her kid brother.. she doesn’t blame him…. I think she does blame her mom for a lot… even though it was not her fault. Sounds familiar… eh?
The more I recently am learning about growing up with a mentally ill parent, the better I not only understood myself, but also my mother. Ok, now I’m reeeeealy feeling guilty – I still haven’t called her. I will… right now! LOLetinf!