Growing up With a Mentally Ill Mother and the Stigma It Should Not Entail

“As I listen to the commentary and interviews in broadcast media and read op-ed pieces about the recent stabbings and shootings, I struggle to accept the truth: there but for some sort of grace goes my family. We could have been chasing after my mother on a paranoid spree of violence. We could any day be the victims of someone else’s unstable loved one. So could you. How do we face such a threat? How do we diffuse the ill, who are so often victims themselves?”

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One thought on “Growing up With a Mentally Ill Mother and the Stigma It Should Not Entail

  1. Statistics are statistics until we put human stories to the numbers. I knew Wendy’s mother only as a sweet, frail, old woman living in the mother-in-law cottage behind the home where Wendy and her husband were raising their two children. I had no idea what Wendy’s growing-up years had been, nor any idea of the stigma she suffered, nor any idea that her family had been at risk of the kind of violent backlash so many with mental illness are subjected to today.

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