Hey there,
First of all, I'm posting this because I'm angry/sad/frustrated, whatever. As the title says, my mother is schizophrenic. And here's the story..
Some things to fit in the story:
- My mother is overprotective;
- We are chinese living not in China;
- They are chinese (I mean it, not half breed chinese - speaks chinese very well and are terribad on the country's native language). I'm the only one who can speak the native language well, since I grew up here.
The reason I'm angry/sad/frustrated/whatever this pre holy night is because of her, or me, or I don't know. My dad arranged a mini party at his house for Christmas stuff, had a barbecue, people coming over, laughs and happiness. And so I went there, as a respectful daughter, plus eating meat is always nice. My dad had me picked up, so while he drove to his house, I told him I knew my mother didn't like the idea, and I still had to call her to tell whatever lie would fit best, as always. He told me to call her that time and tell we went to a friends' house, but I didn't listen to him.
A little parenthesis here: I had a allergy crisis back in 2003, and the allergist said I couldn't eat a hella list of things he wrote down. Today, I'm fine but in a nutshell, my mother thinks I can't eat anything new, always makes me read the ingredients label, thinks I will have another crisis for anything new or weird (edible) I eat, yadda yadda.
Arriving there, I decided it was time to call her, you know, she is still my mother and I get worried with her worryness. Calling her, she picked up, said with not so much calm "Come back before 7 (pm), I'll make dinner for you, don't eat anything". I tried to convince her, but in the end, the dumbtard here said: "LOL NO I'M AT MY DAD'S HOUSE". A few minutes later, I said we were going to a friends' house, but got annoyed with her yelling and nonsense talk that I gave up and said I was going to have my dad drive me to her house before the 7 she wanted.
As you may have guessed, I didn't go. And a few hours later, someone was knocking obsessively on the door, hitting the bell like no tomorrow. I tried to ignore, went upstairs, planning to tell my dad what was going on - saw him laughing and talking with his friends, went downstairs. Heard the knocking and the bell, went upstairs again. And so on. Eventually, I told him. My dad isn't that easygoing, he gets angry easily - we know her condition, but can't get over the anger things she does bring us. He told me "See, I told you to call her that time; it's your fault - you know how she is and you should know when to lie". We tried to ignore, saw the taxi cab down waiting for her. She wasn't going to go back home. While that, she was speaking with the doorkeeper (read yelling, the doorkeeper surely was annoyed and trying not to pay any attention) her nonsenses. So she came to the apartment's door again. And there was I, going with her, and her yelling at my father's door, and I making a hand move trying to have him close the door quickly.
And here I am, at her house, typing this wall of text. She's making dinner now - gotta find room on my stomach to eat it, since I ate a bit at dad's house - can't say I ate there, else she is going to have her nonsense talks, and I'm not willing much to listen to it. Now, it's December 24, I went to his house to have fun, and ruined his mood. Hey, it's Christmas tomorrow, so Merry Christmas.
Well, that's only one of story of hers. She isn't as bad as some other persons I've read about, but yeah, it isn't that easy for me. Reading this little story you would think I don't know her condition very well, that I should be patient with her - yes, I don't know her condition very well, and I should be patient with her - but I guess only people that lived with a mother like that know that it is a lil bit hard to cope with. I'd say I'm more cooperative, more patient with her (read: able to ignore her nonsenses and not have a frustration breakdown) than before, but when things like this happens, it's too much to get by - I even cried (hard), lol.
She wasn't ever diagnosed with schizophrenia, nor ever went to a mental hospital. I got the tel. number of a psychiatrist, but still got to call him. I'm planning to tell him all the stories and her behavior at home before I have her talk with him, but I'm kind of confused:
1. Man, that's going to be a lot of work. I'm tired of this s---.
2. Since she's chinese and my father is chinese, I'm kind of afraid the doctor won't understand what they say. I'll be the only one that he will understand well. I live with her, so I'll have more recent stories to tell him. But yeah, my father is my father, knows my mother more time than I do, for obvious reasons. He would know more than me.
3. I don't want to have my mother see my father ever again. That sounded childish, but I've been trying this for years now, and today was the day that it happened - and you read what happened - she was yelling nonsenses and thus, disturbing his fellow happy friends - more, he is related to her, so I don't know what social consequences it would cause. So.. yeah.
I could say a really easy example of this 3rd item. As you may have guessed, I go to college (no living-in-campus thing here). So, everyday she asks me if father had arrived to pick me up and bring me to college. And me, "yes he is waiting for me down there can i go". And off I go to take the bus. When I go to a event or movie, same thing - "yes he is there" and there I go, get the bus/walk to the damned place.
Now you know I got to lie on almost every single thing I do, else I'll have a mental breakdown. And I can't have it failed, or things like the story above will happen. I'm not much of a social person, but still, gotta maintain the pretty face.
Please don't say things like "your father is a bit strict with you", "yeah you got it hard", or anything that you think will soften my side here. I'm not looking for any comfort or whatsoever.
Thank you for your attention!
tl;dr. My mother is probably schizophrenic and I have to get her treated, how should I proceed?
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