First, background:
My MIL broke her hip about two years ago, and had hip-replacement surgery. There have been some moderate complications, but she is still able to move about, albeit with a cane and a limp. The whole experience left her extremely wary of doctors.
Sometime during the cycle of surgeries and physical therapy (I think, for the first time, worrying about her and her husband’s mortality), she started to become increasingly worried about the state of her financial house. (She has no financial savvy of her own, has no idea about wills and estates and such, etc… You can read the companion thread about that here).
But what should have been a passing stage has snowballed into what seems like a full-blown mental illness. She now is absolutely, utterly convinced that she is secretly guilty of some undefined financial mismanagement, and that government agents are stalking her, waiting to haul her off to prison. This, in turn, will bankrupt the family with lawyers’ fees and bring shame to her whole family.
(This is not exaggeration or hyperbole. My wife is visiting my in-laws, and called today wih the tale of a ruined lunch out because she was convinced agents were stalking her in the restaurant.)
As a corrolary, she has about a thousand boxes of accumulated possessions in her home (being at once a savvy shopper and a shop-o-holic). She maintains that somehow the government will find out about these possessions, and [insert paranoid uncounterable “argument” here] will result in similar government action/prison time/devasating financial ruin.
If you try use logic to demonstrate the folly of her delusions, she uses a combination of circular reasoning and stonewalling until cornered, and which time she shifts the discussion to a slightly different topic and starts over. A year ago she was a resonable and reasoning person, but now it’s like… well, I’m not sure. She has constructed these elaborate fantasies of financial doom and cannot be talked out of them. Logic and reason bounce off of her. She talks and frets almost every waking hour, has terrible nightmares that she then confuses with reality, and is starting to become physically ill (literally, vomiting) due to the overwhelming worry.
Worse, even in times of elevated rationality, she cannot be convinced to seek any kind of help. Her husband managed to get her prescribed on Zoloft, but there’s evidence that she’s only pretending to take the pills, and discarding them. Meanwhile her “condition,” if that’s what it is, grows worse, and since her husband works from home and has to take calls, it’s starting to threaten his job. (Today, at that lunch, FIL got a work call that he needed to go to his car to take, but MIL wouldn’t let him, because “he needed to stay and protect his daughter (my wife) from the government agents.”)
Since this is GQ, here are some (hopefully) answerable questions:
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MIL’s descent into madness started around the time she was taking Vicodin for the pain of her hip surgeries. Are there any knowns side-effects of painkillers that can trigger paranoid delusions?
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She clearly needs professional help, but refuses to seek it on her own volition, since she doesn’t realize or believe she’s sick. She refuses to take pills. What recourse does the FIL have to get mental health help for a wife who refuses it?
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When she goes on one of her “all is lost, and they’re out to get me” rants, is it better to “play along” and sympathize, or keep battering her (gently or not) with logic, pointing out the absurdity of her positions and hoping she snaps out of it?
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Assuming we could get her at least to see a psychiatrist, is there a way to better the odds of finding a good one? (When my sister was a kid she had some metal health issues, and the first specialist my parents found for her ended up making things much, much worse, by proscribing meds whose side-effects were way worse than the original problem, and refusing to discontinue them. We want to avoid anything like that, basically.)
I feel so badly for everyone involved: my MIL for obvious reasons, but also my saintly FIL who’s life is becoming a hell, and my just-as-saintly wife, who is blowing a week’s vacation right now (with our 6-month-old daughter in tow) to be with them (we’re in Boston, in-laws are in Virginia), helping FIL unpack boxes and trying fruitlessly to help MIL while she grows more and more delusional. She calls me every day, miserable, wondering what they can do.
Any thoughts, advice or answers would be greatly, greatly appreciated.
Thanks!
-P