Talking tough stuff

March 31, 2015 ~ Last week I got a random phone call from the psychiatrist's office. He wanted to talk to me.

GULP. Such a simple request to cause so much anxiety!

One of these days I'll learn to trust these good folks who are trying to help us.....

When I arrived, the doctor said he had some "free time" and wanted to spend it talking about our situation. He was gentle. He was honest. We talked tough stuff. We tried to look into the future. He taught me about lack of insight, about how Clozaril might be an option, and he showed sincere concern over our family's well-being as well as hopes for our son's success. He challenged my thinking that my son would never hurt me, by bluntly saying “When young men with schizophrenia kill someone, it’s often their mother.”

At one point, he even cried a little with me.

Sometimes the universe works in your favor and you get just what you need at the moment. A little compassion from a provider seems to be a bit of a rarity. And some compassion from a provider who wants to be aggressive and take action? Well that, friends, is something to celebrate. I have my party hat on.