My mom doesn’t understand the struggles of schizophrenia. I thought she did because she has it but has been misdiagnosed. She gets on me about not doing anything to help out in the house but I don’t have the energy to do these things she wants me to do. She wants me to trim the yard, clean the whole entire two story house and do something with my life. I’m like I can barely make up my bed nonetheless trim the yard. I’m in a place in my life where I’m back obsessed with Batman. The last time I was obsessed with batman she joked and said don’t wear a batman suit and think I’m the joker. I want my life. I’m like wtf? I know you are my mom. What do I do? This is frustrating. I’ve tried to explain it many times but we keep doing this same dance. I’m going to start avoiding not just my mom but my whole entire family because they don’t understand the loneliness I feel inside.
My Father is a doctor, an Eye specialist and my Elder sister is a Doctor a Dentist and there are few more doctors but nobody knows Schizophrenia. I had same problems you had. My Father beat me up on several occasions and refused give money for health supplements and one day my Mother sold Gold ear rings to get me health supplements, those years rings were her Mother’s, they were passed on to her and she had to sell them for me. We are not poor we are not rich but technically it seems we are rich but my Father is from poor family and worked hard all his life and he is 73 and still works full time. I insulted my parents because I couldn’t bear mental anguish and now they are calm and say nothing. I hope you take a printout of this thread and show this to your mother and let her know that it is impossible for us to live normal lives without proper medication and health supplements and if they don’t have money for it atleast they should leave us alone. We are hopeless in a competetive world but we can survive…
It reminds me of dealing with depression. I would imagine it being extremely difficult for caregivers to strike a balance between pushing us too hard on the one hand, and just letting us be on the other. I think the latter would feel to giving up on us for them. When I was depressed, I was being pushed by my family to do stuff. I have hated them for it. I thought they weren’t aware of my problems, and thought I was being lazy, or that I simply didnt want to. I felt very lonely that time. I counted on my parents supporting me in this difficult period, and them pushing me made me angry, sad, and totally not taken seriously.
They kept doing so. At one point there was something I had agreed upon doing prior to the depression. When it was nearing, I felt I would never be capable of doing that. I would sit to prepare for it, but just stare at a blank sheet, or cry in fear. My family still kept pushing me. They squeezed a lecture out of me phrase by phrase. I didn’t think it was much, and I certainly felt unable to deliver the lecture. Fear of speaking, fear of it not being substantial, fear of difficult questions were all that was crossing my mind. They left me no choice but to deliver the talk. From then on things went better for me. I don’t know - I don’t think it was a coincidence. Without them, I would have called in sick and stayed miserable at home, and then feeling guilty for it, thinking I was worth nothing etc.
I think sometimes people do need a bit of a push. Gently. But in the state I was in, I have to say now, even the gentliest of pushes was too much for me and felt like an insult to me, as if my opinion didn’t matter. It’s a very difficult issue. Even having gone through depression, I wouldn’t know how to approach someone. Sometimes with MI, we don’t know what is best for us. Sometimes we do.
I hope you feel better soon.
I have a similar situation. My mom seems to think I am dangerous, because I hear voices. It is horribly irritating. If you wanna PM me feel free to talk
Not only that she compares me to my cousin that I absolutely can’t stand because I said my associate degree wasn’t ■■■■. I honor her hard work I do but I’ve been out of school for 3 years and still can’t find a decent job that pays well so I can support myself. I feel like this relationship is going to the dogs.
Do you have any other family members who understand? My mother is taking a hell of a long time to come around to understanding but my father was more understanding right off the back. Ugh comparing people is a terrible thing to do. It just plain isn’t rightt
@Sharp Yeah it is. My dad is more understanding since he has bi-polar. However even we bump heads because of his mania. My brother is supportive though. He doesn’t get on my back like my mom and sister does.
If you can get your mom to understand, that would be great. But in the meantime can you ask her to help you do the chores. If you do it together it will be easier for you to do them. I sometimes cook meals with a friend, she also comes over to my house and starts me on tidying. I need someone to nudge me in the right direction. If you have company it won’t be as hard as doing it alone.
My biggest problem is not that I CAN’T do it physically, I just don’t know where to start. And the start is the highest mountain to climb. Maybe you also need someone to push you over the mountain top and when you have started, it might be easily finished. Maybe.
I feel like my parents dont understand my diagnosis either so ur not alone. Just give it some time things like this have a way of sorting themselves out over time…
@eduvigis I hope so. I just makes me mad when family tells me to get over it.
I am misunderstood by my in laws they refer to me as crazy and I hate it. i’m certified they say because I get money from the government for being crazy they say that too. my family isn’t much better they blame my illness on my partner and say I had so much potential before I got sick and say I didn’t become sick until after I started dating my partner.
@cbbrown that’s so not fair. Dating someone doesn’t make you crazy. I would stay away from them. If they’re not looking out for your best interest then they should get out of town.
neither place is good for my partner and I, that’s why I can’t wait until she learns how to drive.
Sz has isolated me from my family. None of them know my struggle or care enough to feel any real sympathy. They think Ill just wake up one day and be all better.