I published a blog Monday written by Kathleen Maloney about her husband, Joe, who was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder but refused to believe he was ill and refused treatment. Had he been required to take medication, Kathleen believes his life could have been saved and her family would have been spared tremendous grief and loss. Her story received more hits on my Facebook page than anything previously posted there. It also received a high number of views on this page.
In today’s blog, we hear another touching, first-person account but from a completely different point of view. Leah Harris writes about her mother who had a severe mental illness and was forcibly medicated against her will.
A Daughter’s Call for Safety and Sanity in Mental Health
Written by Leah Harris for her mother, Gail Harris, 1950-1996
Winter 1980 – Milwaukee, WI
Mama leads me by the hand out into the cold Milwaukee night. I am four years old. We wander aimlessly through the streets. I am wearing a pink felt coat that goes down to the tops of my knees, and underneath that only a thin summer sundress. My white nylon knee socks stretch up to just below my knees, and I can feel the stinging wind against my reddening my kneecaps. Mama is mumbling to herself about Dr. Mengele again. My head feels raw and exposed. My mitten-less hand in hers soon turns into a chunk of ice.