My mother suffers from schizophrenia and bi-polar. She also has an addiction to aprozolam (Xanax) which my father tolerates as it keeps her malleable and complacent. She easily gets muddled and confused. She will often sound thick tongued over the phone. She did today and I worried deeply about her. Her’s is not an easy life as I sometimes delude myself into thinking with Helen cleaning the house and cooking all her meals.
“I just put your cokes out on the porch,” mom told me a moment ago over the phone.
“Mom, I picked up my cokes at eight this morning,” I replied.
Used to, I would take advantage of her muddle-ness and confusion. I would jump all over the chance at getting six extra cokes for the day. I won’t lie and say it wasn’t enticing, but cooler and more ethical heads prevailed this morning. Dad has often told me I’ve taken advantage of my mother’s tendency to do things such as this over the years and i want to change that. I don’t write this to toot my own horn, but to display some of the dynamics that go on in families with individuals who are addicted and are mentally ill.