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<blockquote data-quote="pigless in VA" data-source="post: 534634" data-attributes="member: 11832"><p>The residual anger I feel is not so much at the idiotic doctors - yes, mistakes were made by many people. Mostly, I feel it toward husband. He had opportunity after opportunity to make changes. He had years of therapy, good insurance, and a boss who helped him get disability during the worst of it. He had so many people who wanted him to succeed, but he insisted that he knew better than the doctors. I watched him manipulate the last doofy psychiatrist. I did try once to give husband an ultimatum to change psychiatrists and tdocs. I knew they were enabling him instead of helping. He refused. Remember I said husband was brilliant; that was his ultimate undoing. He absolutely could not trust anyone else including me to help him manage his illness. I'm not referring to when he was manic and psychotic. Even when he was thinking clearly he believed he knew more than the doctors. </p><p></p><p>After the dangerous driving incident, I spent the whole week-end on the phone with county mental health attempting to convince a namby-pamby dude that my husband was ill enough to commit. husband kept calling the police for various infractions such as the phone ringing. Yes, you read that right, <strong>husband</strong> kept calling the police. I should have at least bought doughnuts as I think I met every cop in the county. In between cop calls, husband's behavior got weirder and weirder. He behaved quite well for the police and there was no violence or threats, just general nastiness. Finally, I decided I needed to take the kids and leave. I went to stay at my sister's house. </p><p></p><p>Monday morning I called county mental health yet again as I was worried that husband now had car keys again. I was terrified of him driving and hurting someone. This time I got a lady who listened to me. She heard how my week-end had gone and asked, "Do you think that your husband needs to be in the hospital?" I told her "yes," and she agreed. I was so relieved. She met me at my house with a fresh batch of cops. She spoke to husband and within a matter of minutes had him unraveling to the point where all the cops went for their guns. (My kids were at school.) They forcibly committed him. I used my time to get temporary custody of the children and a protective order. </p><p></p><p>He had another week-long stay with again no medication changes. Also of note is that husband's psychiatrist had no conversations with the doctors at the hospital. husband has an uncle who is a psychiatrist, and he made countless phone calls attempting to help husband. The doctors didn't listen to him until the last admission.</p><p></p><p>When husband was released, he went to stay with his parents. He called to speak to me on Nov 19. We had a semi-coherent conversation. Apparently, husband interpreted one civil conversation as "please come home." He drove the hour and a half up to my house. On the way he had a hit-and-run where luckily no one was injured. Due to the accident, he stopped at a friend's house. She called me to warn me he was in the neighborhood with a rose on the front seat of the car. I wisely sent the kids to stay with friends. husband ended up going to the ER for pain in his leg. I telephoned the ER and attempted to have them do a psychiatric evaluation on him. Within an hour he was in front of my house. By this time it was dark outside. I was terrified; he was yelling at me from across the street. I turned off the lights so he couldn't see me and called 911. The operator told me, "put down the gun and go outside." I was so stressed that I didn't hear her properly. I was NOT going to go out where he was, but I couldn't see any officers. I told her I was afraid of husband and didn't want to go outside. She repeated very sternly that I need to put down the gun and go outside. It dawned on me then that husband had also called 911 and told them I had a gun. I did not. I clearly told the operator that I had no gun but I did have a protective order. I then went outside with the PO in my hand and my hands over my head where the police could see them. THEN, the cops descended on me like a swarm. They cuffed me and took me back inside. I was so relieved to see them that I didn't even care what they did. Within 5 minutes, they realized they had the wrong person in custody. husband spent the week-end in the pokey. His dad bailed him out. </p><p></p><p>taking another typing break</p><p></p><p>I did want to say to Nancy that Kris was right about my husband; she was one smart lady, and I miss her.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pigless in VA, post: 534634, member: 11832"] The residual anger I feel is not so much at the idiotic doctors - yes, mistakes were made by many people. Mostly, I feel it toward husband. He had opportunity after opportunity to make changes. He had years of therapy, good insurance, and a boss who helped him get disability during the worst of it. He had so many people who wanted him to succeed, but he insisted that he knew better than the doctors. I watched him manipulate the last doofy psychiatrist. I did try once to give husband an ultimatum to change psychiatrists and tdocs. I knew they were enabling him instead of helping. He refused. Remember I said husband was brilliant; that was his ultimate undoing. He absolutely could not trust anyone else including me to help him manage his illness. I'm not referring to when he was manic and psychotic. Even when he was thinking clearly he believed he knew more than the doctors. After the dangerous driving incident, I spent the whole week-end on the phone with county mental health attempting to convince a namby-pamby dude that my husband was ill enough to commit. husband kept calling the police for various infractions such as the phone ringing. Yes, you read that right, [B]husband[/B] kept calling the police. I should have at least bought doughnuts as I think I met every cop in the county. In between cop calls, husband's behavior got weirder and weirder. He behaved quite well for the police and there was no violence or threats, just general nastiness. Finally, I decided I needed to take the kids and leave. I went to stay at my sister's house. Monday morning I called county mental health yet again as I was worried that husband now had car keys again. I was terrified of him driving and hurting someone. This time I got a lady who listened to me. She heard how my week-end had gone and asked, "Do you think that your husband needs to be in the hospital?" I told her "yes," and she agreed. I was so relieved. She met me at my house with a fresh batch of cops. She spoke to husband and within a matter of minutes had him unraveling to the point where all the cops went for their guns. (My kids were at school.) They forcibly committed him. I used my time to get temporary custody of the children and a protective order. He had another week-long stay with again no medication changes. Also of note is that husband's psychiatrist had no conversations with the doctors at the hospital. husband has an uncle who is a psychiatrist, and he made countless phone calls attempting to help husband. The doctors didn't listen to him until the last admission. When husband was released, he went to stay with his parents. He called to speak to me on Nov 19. We had a semi-coherent conversation. Apparently, husband interpreted one civil conversation as "please come home." He drove the hour and a half up to my house. On the way he had a hit-and-run where luckily no one was injured. Due to the accident, he stopped at a friend's house. She called me to warn me he was in the neighborhood with a rose on the front seat of the car. I wisely sent the kids to stay with friends. husband ended up going to the ER for pain in his leg. I telephoned the ER and attempted to have them do a psychiatric evaluation on him. Within an hour he was in front of my house. By this time it was dark outside. I was terrified; he was yelling at me from across the street. I turned off the lights so he couldn't see me and called 911. The operator told me, "put down the gun and go outside." I was so stressed that I didn't hear her properly. I was NOT going to go out where he was, but I couldn't see any officers. I told her I was afraid of husband and didn't want to go outside. She repeated very sternly that I need to put down the gun and go outside. It dawned on me then that husband had also called 911 and told them I had a gun. I did not. I clearly told the operator that I had no gun but I did have a protective order. I then went outside with the PO in my hand and my hands over my head where the police could see them. THEN, the cops descended on me like a swarm. They cuffed me and took me back inside. I was so relieved to see them that I didn't even care what they did. Within 5 minutes, they realized they had the wrong person in custody. husband spent the week-end in the pokey. His dad bailed him out. taking another typing break I did want to say to Nancy that Kris was right about my husband; she was one smart lady, and I miss her. [/QUOTE]
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