Monday, April 24, 2006


Emma: went out with me, Grandma and Mom on Thursday night. Acted so well, so together, so like a normal 15-year-old without a chemical imbalance, behavioral problems, a lithium prescription and a colossally fucked up family.

I: called over to Emma’s house at the wrong time. She told me that she couldn’t talk, set down the phone. I listened to the maniacal screaming for a few minutes before passing the phone over to my mom.

Mom: listened to the fit that Emma was having for a few minutes before my grandma got on the phone and said that she would call back.

Anna: Emma’s older sister, called Mom in a panic. Emma is hitting her head against the wall. Emma says she wants to die. Emma needs to be hospitalized.

Mom: Calls Emma’s psychiatrist on her cell phone. Emma is out of control. She says she wants to die. She told her sister that she hasn’t taken her medication in a week.

Psychiatrist: says she will see Emma in 45 minutes. Call, please, if Emma refuses to meet.

Aunt Marie: Emma’s mom. Walks in the door while Mom is on the phone with the psychiatrist. Left the situation. Left Anna and her mother in the middle of her daughter’s psychotic fit. Is crying a bit. Keeps saying how mean and hateful Emma is to her.

Mom: is meeting Emma, Anna and Grandma at the psychiatrist’s office. Asks Aunt Marie to come with her.

Aunt Marie: refuses. I don’t want to see her, she says. I don’t love her. I wish I didn’t have her. She is so mean to me. I will not to go the psychiatrist. I will not see her.

Mom: leaves. But not before giving me specific instructions not to leave Aunt Marie under any circumstances, even the circumstances that were the four tickets we had to the Red Wings/Oilers playoff game at 7:00 pm.

Aunt Marie: goes on and on about how hard it is for her.

I: am mostly flabbergasted and speechless.

Anna: bitches out psychiatrist because she has Emma on lithium, and she thinks that it is too strong of a drug. Anna, a nursing student, is currently finishing up her first psych nursing course. She thinks that she knows more than she does.

Grandma: feels like it is all her fault, because she “made” Aunt Marie diabetic and Emma is very angry because she has a sick mom.

Psychiatrist: says that Emma needs to be hospitalized. Take her home to get her things. If she won’t get into the car with you, call the police. They can take her.

Emma: is concerned about packing pants without drawstrings and shoes without laces. She remembers this from a day program she was in as a child.

Anna: comes to my house. Speaks strongly, yet mostly respectfully, to Aunt Marie. You are her mother. You need to support her. She hurts you because she is sick. You need to help her get better. If her appendix ruptured, you would not hesitate to take her to the hospital. This is the same. She is sick. She needs you.

Aunt Marie: says, repeatedly, that she doesn’t want anything to do with Emma.

Dad: finally comes home and joins the jamboree. He reinforces Anna. We’re trying to save your kid, Marie, and we’re trying to save you. This is something that you have to do, for you and for Emma.

I: sit quietly and spinelessly.

Aunt Marie: abruptly leaves.

Anna: cries and cries.

I: hug Anna as tightly as I can because it’s the least I can do.

Dad: gives up all hope that we’ll use our Red Wings tickets for that night. He sells two to our neighbors. The other two are still sitting on the kitchen counter.

I: get Anna in the car to pick us up some dinner. There’s no food in the house and I’m certain that it is going to be a very long night and that Mom will need food when she gets home.

Aunt Marie: arrives at home.

Emma: along with Mom, Aunt Marie and my uncle go to the psychiatric hospital. She doesn’t take the admission process particularly well.

Mom: comes home a beaten and battered woman. She is so sad.

I: find that my heart hurts, too.


Mrs. Architect said...

Oh sweetie, I am SO SORRY!! This is just horrible! I am glad she is getting the help she needs and has you and your mom and dad there for her. I'm sending big thoughts and hugs your way!!

s said...

Hi, I have been a lurker on your blog for awhile and just wanted to say that I'm sending some happy thoughts your way.
My cousin went through a very similar situation a few years ago. My aunt responded alot like your aunt. My mom, also a nurse, had to go in and take care of everything. It is hard watching parent's go through difficult things. I hope that she gets the help she needs and with your families support hopefully she will get well soon.

Plantation said...

Jeezus. What a shame. *hugs*

A said...

Thanks for your well wishes, everyone. It's always good to have someone in your (family's) corner!

S, thanks for reading!

Blog Template by Delicious Design Studio