A Problem With MomThough I do not remember it, at the age of two my single mother gave my two sisters and me away to the county because she no longer wanted us. Fortunately for us, my grandma worked with human services and she took me and one of my sisters to live with her (the other was adopted, but that is another story!). My grandma raised me until I was the age of ten in which my mother came back and took me and my sister to live with her in another part of town. During the time that I was at my grandmas house, my mom was in and out of the mental hospital. I did not understand why she would leave me so often just to come back to my grandmas house to love me, then leave again.
It wasn't until I was a bit older that I learned that my mom suffers from Bipolar/paranoia-schizophrenia. She constantly thinks that people are out to get her from the many voices in her head and that the government is listening in on our house to try and catch her. She even kicked my sister out of the house a few years ago because she thought she was working with the government. I've been living with my mother for seven years now and slowly, she has been making positive progress in her mental health (though she still has a long way to go!). Her last visit to the mental hospital was about five months ago after she accused me of tapping her radio with a microphone and trying to kill herself in my bathroom one morning before I went to school.
Even though I am now seventeen and have lived through several painful experiences of my mom being carted off to the hospital because she had another mental breakdown, it never seems to get any easier. In fact, the older I get, the harder it is to except it. I fear for the end of the school year when I will have to move out for college, leaving my mother alone with just her thoughts. I hate facing the idea of her being alone but I know that time never stops, and that I have to make a decision on what to do.