It is the 16th ….. again!
That moment a month ago when the Police officer said he was sorry and handed me the belongings found in my son’s pockets, has run through my mind a million times since. It felt as if time had come to a stop. For what seemed like ages, I could not hear, see, feel or think anything. As if I had been cut off from the earth and was free floating in space.
When I think back to the start of September when the depressive phase of the illness had just started, I took some time off work and got him into a nice routine. He was on the correct medication already, I thought. So, once this was done, he and I would be able to manage. Not once during that time did any of the health professionals ask me if I had or needed any support. No one knew that I was a single parent, working full time, that all my immediate family lived abroad and my partner lived abroad too, that my ex-husband had a very busy job and could only take care of him for one or two days on weekends.
It is a fact that my son kept up with the routine till his very last day and went to the gym till the day before.
So, it is a myth that getting a routine is enough. The carers need support and expert guidance. They need to be educated about the warning signs of deterioration and information on the resources that they can call upon if they are concerned, other than the GP and A&E.
I hope something good comes out of this horrendous sequence of events.