The first time happened in high school. When the teacher asked where his homework was he replied, “I didn’t do it. . . . The world is ending tomorrow.”
That was the first time he was committed to a mental hospital. As a result, he graduated a year later than scheduled.
She did not know about this episode—or his illness, really—until after she married him. She had to find out the hard way, confused by his strange behaviors and bazaar claims. Classic signs of delusion of grandeur manifested itself as the belief that God spoke to him. God had a great plan for him, he said.
He was diagnosed as Schizophrenic with manic-depressive tendencies.
He was in and out of the hospital throughout his twenties. The couple visited his doctor together. He would go in to speak with the doctor, spinning his stories, doing a good impression of a well adjusted young man. He was an excellent actor. Then the doctor called his wife into his office alone, where they discussed the reality of what was really going on.
One morning, while their young daughter slept, she got up to find him shirtless and wild eyed. He rambled on about God and his visions of the Roman soldiers running him through from side to side with their sword. He insisted he had seen the crescent shaped wounds on his own sides. He held open his hands and cried that there was blood there from the spikes. Couldn’t she see them?
Then he showed her his Bible. Throughout the night, he had rewritten scripture after scripture of the New Testament.
He said he was Jesus. Reborn. The Savior, come again to earth to fulfill the prophecies of the Bible. She was Mary Magdalene, the redeemed prostitute and disciple.
And their daughter? She was the Holy Spirit.
That was the last time he went into the hospital before they separated.
My parents had been divorced for around two years and I was in second grade when Mom explained his illness to me. He was under court order not to talk about God and religion with me. He never followed those rules though.
I never told on him either.
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Judys last blog post..See That Girl, Watch That Scene
wow. thank you for sharing that.
Thank you for sharing what’s on your heart, it must have been an experience to be surrounded by such a colorful personality.
darcis last blog post..Thank God for Mommies.
Wow. I cannot even imagine growing up with that. Your daddy and you loved him. And he loved you. And how can a young mind reconcile all of that? How can an adult mind reconcile it?
Okay, so I’m back to wow. Thank you for sharing this. You are amazing. xoxoxo
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Oh honey. I’ve seen my dear aunt, my mom’s sister, go through this her whole life. I know how awful it is to watch someone who is tortured by their own thoughts.
I’m so sorry.
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I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like growing up around that type of illness.
I wish you tons of peace…
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I can’t tell you how much I wish I was there to hug you. I have no words right now, except to tell you thank you for sharing this with us.
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I was going to say something about cats, but…your post is so touching and excellently written that I think I’ll leave it at that.
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Wowzer. Nicely written too. Emotional.
noble pigs last blog post..Salad On a Stick
Wow, that was really powerful. I am truly sorry…
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WOW. What an incredible story. I am so sorry you had to deal with all of that as a child. How scary.
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Hon… I am commenting after reading the posts above, and I just have to say (noting you are not terribly comfortable receiving compliments/encouraging words) - you are an incredible woman. The love and effort and intention you give your family - the things you have had to overcome… this stage with your kids is a molding time (referring to “Nobody said it would be easy”) - and the attention and love you are pouring in will pay off. They are still being molded as you are breaking old molds of your own and creating new ones.
Parenting is incredibly difficult… atleast we are not alone in that reality
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You make it OK to talk (or blog) about mental illness. More people should speak up, imo. Hiding/pretending it isn’t there doesn’t help us heal! Great posting!
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