Psychosis is a scary word
June 1984. I arrived back home to West Virginia from Knoxville, after completing my freshman year at the University of Tennessee. It was mid-morning and the phone rang. On the other end of the phone, was my uncle telling me my mother was injured from a fall she took off a thirty foot balcony. “What the hell?” I wondered out loud. All my Uncle said was, “You have to get to the hospital in Baltimore and help your mother.”
I was confused. My mother was over in Baltimore visiting one of my sisters. I knew from talking to my mom on the phone that she seemed somewhat confused. But how could any of this of happened?
After several hours on the road, I found myself standing in front of a psychiatrist. He was raising his voice at me and telling me my mother had a psychotic episode. He said, “You need to convince your mother to sign herself into a psych unit voluntarily or we’ll have to send her to the state institution. You don’t want that do you?” Of course I didn’t want that. I’d seen the 1970’s movie One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, I was horrified my mother was going to end up on a psych ward like the horrifying one in the movie.
Overwhelmed. Overwhelmed is an understatement to how at 19 years old I was being asked to process so much information at one time. I’ve come to learn that what I experienced was a traumatic event. But I had no idea at the time. So, I did what my instincts told me to do…I wrote down all the words the psychiatrist was spewing out and put them on a yellow legal pad. Psychotic episode. Hallucinations. Manic-depressive illness. Schizophrenia. Psychosis. Psychosis. Psychosis.
There was no google back in 1984. Instead, I took myself to the library and looked up every word on my piece of paper and wrote down the definition. I had to understand intellectually what was happening, but I needed to understand the language first.
All those words were like a foreign language to me. They were scary, “crazy,” words that would begin to come out of my mouth regularly for the remainder of my life.
And that was my first encounter with the words psychotic episode. Honestly, I could have gone an entire life without ever understanding those words. But I didn’t get that choice. We don’t get to choose what illnesses effects ourselves or our loved ones. I simply had to deal with it, because it had become a part of my life. Front and center.
What is a psychotic episode?
A psychotic episode is a period of time when a person has a break from reality. During this time a person may experience significant disturbances in their thoughts, emotions, perceptions and behaviors. Usually it involves hallucinations (see or hearing things that aren’t there) and/or delusions (holding fixed, false beliefs). Psychotic episodes are often associated with mental health conditions like, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder or major depressive disorder. A psychotic episode is a temporary occurrence and can vary in intensity and duration for each person.
My mother had a psychotic episode as a result of bipolar disorder. Although she experienced various symptoms over the years, she had no prior treatment history for mental health, until that dreadful day in Baltimore. In her mind, someone was trying to hurt her, so she ran for the nearest exit. Unfortunately, that exit was off a thirty-foot balcony. And that is how she ended up nearly losing her life.
1984. That is the year I became a mental health advocate, before I ever even knew there was such a term for providing education and support for someone who is experiencing a mental health condition. It meant I was advocating for my mom to get the proper treatment.
Without even realizing what I was doing, I openly faced off the stigma of mental illness by telling people in my life what had happened to my mother. I didn’t talk about it with shame, I spoke about it matter of factly. Some people I told made up stories about me and spread gossip that I was “crazy.” Some had little to no compassion for either my mom, myself or my family. Few people knew what to say. I don’t recall ever hearing, “I’m sorry this happened.”
Because psychosis is a scary word. I’m not afraid of it anymore, because I understand it well.
In my next blog post I’ll explain from my own personal experience what a psychotic episode it like.
Amy gamble
Amy Gamble is a National Award Winning Mental Health Advocate who writes about mental health conditions. Her new book “Unsilenced,” will be released in 2024. http://www.amygambleauthor.com