Fred and Wilma have been good neighbors and friends for about 15 years. Last summer, Wilma split and Fred is not doing too well on his own. He was diagnosed BP a few months ago. I stop by once or twice a week to say hello and give the house a quick look to see if he’s taking care of it and himself.
Yesterday he was pounding on my door and yelling. The phone and tv weren’t working. He was a wreck. Physically shaking, hands twitching, swearing, talking to himself.
For all I know he has pulled out wires in a fit of frustration. Or perhaps just not paid the bill. I couldn’t get a live person on the phone (Saturday) but told him I’d left a service out message and the carrier would call me back.
With that, Fred left. Less than an hour later he was back, pounding on the door, and there was another ISP go 'round. And again, he left.
Now I myself am BP. I have been hospitalized voluntarily. My meds are finally balanced, my mood is level, and life is good. I have some sense of what Fred is experiencing; although I wonder how much of that is projection.
Thing is, I can’t do any more than I’ve been doing without jeopardizing my own hard won stability. But what does walking away say about me? Does that make me a selfish, fair weather friend? He seems to have been abandoned by his entire family. A good friend of mine wrote me off before I was stable. I understood why she did it, but it was a hard thing to take when I was still quite sick.
I know I can call 911, either for a wellness check for him or if I feel threatened. Likely either of those would cause him to lose control. And, having experienced a wellness check myself, I wouldn’t expect him to thank me for caring.
I know walking away is best for me, but right now I don’t feel good about doing it.
I’d appreciate any thoughts y’all have. If you don’t have thoughts, gumdrops will do.:rolleyes: