I still can’t believe this is really happening to us. I feel like if I type it in and talk about it, maybe it will seem more real.
My wife, in her mid forties, is experiencing delusions. We have been married for over 13 years, I knew her for a few years before that. We have a seven year old son.
It started last September, soon after our son started full-day school for the first time. She was working an unpaid part-time internship at a nearby non-profit, and also volunteering at my son’s school. She told me that people were repeating, or “refelcting back” to her, things that she had said earlier.
She told me that she thought that one of her friends had come into our house and stolen files off our computer. That people at her internship were eavesdropping on her conversations and sending details of them to HR at my work. That when she talked with the principal at our son’s school in his office about her fund raising activities their conversations were being transmitted to another room so that other people could eavesdrop.
She believed that the school was using sophisticated electronic equipment to listen in on conversations in the cars in the parking lot when parents dropped their kids off in the morning (this was revealed to her when the school put up a sign in the parking lot “No Cell Phone Use”, in her interpretation the cell phones were interfering with the eavesdropping equipment).
When my family came for Thanksgiving last year she told me that my brother had been using his cell phone to “conference in” the consultant who was helping us set up care for my aging parents. This was so the consultant could help my family fix our marriage.
One Saturday last December she clearly had something on her mind but wouldn’t tell me what. I tried to engage her with various neutral topics but she just sat on the couch, glaring at me. Finally she confronted me, enraged: “Are you recording my conversations? Am I being recorded right now, yes or no!”
When I tried to reason with her she would get really frustrated, telling me I was too naive, too trusting of others, and I didn’t really understand what was going on. She refused to consider the possibility something was wrong with her, suggesting instead I was the one with the problem.
She and I happen to share the same Primary Care Physician. I figured I needed to start with him, either she was losing it or I was and either way he could do something about it. He told me she needed to see a psychiatrist.
When I finally told her I had talked to the PCP about her behavior she flipped. She was furious, wanted a divorce, couldn’t believe I was talking about her behind her back, yadda yadda. In retrospect, could I have handled it better? Sure, but I was desperate and just wanted to get her help.
The symptoms seemed to stop on their own soon after New Year’s. She started seeing a psychologist by herself. Among other things he diagnosed her with ADHD. I believe she probably has this as well but I don’t think it is the whole story.
Eventually we were both seeing the psychologist for marriage counselling, and the year passed pretty uneventfully. Then this year, soon after Thanksgiving, it started up if anything worse than before. This time people were following her in cable TV trucks, they were making a documentary about her without her permission. It had been going on for more than 10 years, she thought my brother might be involved (he DOES work in TV, but he isn’t a documentary producer or anything like that). She thought the people who moved out of the house behind ours to another state six years ago were also involved. The people from a well known reality TV show (one of those home makeover dealies) were going to knock down our house, and the one behind ours, and build us a new bigger one. They were going to send us and all our neighbors on a cruise, and give me a new car.
Now the psychologist has admitted he can’t help her the way she is, and she needs to see a psychiatrist NOW. He was particularly concerned when I told him she was beginning to see people as other people in disguise: the emergency room nurse was her old boyfriend, the new OB-GYN was her old boss. A lady she met briefly a couple of weeks ago was her old roomate (who lives thousands of miles away, in another country).
She has always been somewhat emotionally isolated. I would have to say there is no adult human being she fully trusts, except perhaps her father. She has one brother she isn’t especially close too. She hasn’t fully trusted me since I “betrayed” her last year (by trying to get her professional help). Her and her mother have a long history of a mutual scorched-earth relationship. She has many, many friends but most of the close (in an emotional sense) ones now live far away, the nearby ones either she doesn’t trust anymore, they aren’t close (emotionally) enough to her to matter, or they don’t see anything wrong.
On that note: she has remained pretty functional. She gets up in the morning, showers, brings our son to school, goes shopping, does the housework (she isn’t working outside the home). Then when I get home she tells me all the crazy stuff. She also sends me emails and voicemails about the newest facet of the conspiracy she just figured out. She hasn’t tried to go to the police about her perceived harrasers, she hasn’t thrown a brick through the windshield of a cable TV truck.
(Oh, yes. She completely out of the blue demanded to see my performance review from last year. Nevermind that she has never shown an interest before, I have worked at the same place for almost 20 years, averaging about 7.5% raises a year, I get direct deposit into our joint bank account and she sees all the pay stubs. I was obviously hiding something!)
There is a lot more, but it is basically just variations on a theme. When I tried to tell her how concerned the psychologist and I were, and that she needed to see a psychiatrist as soon as possible (his recommendation) she again got angry, told me everyone should stop prodding her, and she was going to take care of it herself. She also made a casual reference earlier to “next week, after I get my meds”. So on one level she knows she needs help, on another level every crazy thing she perceives to be happening really is.
I’m also concerned about how this might affect my son. She has started asking him to corroborate her delusions, like the people in disguise, or telling him that one of our neighbors came in our house when we were gone and pulled some of the fur out of his pet rabbit’s tail. I try to tell him “Mom’s just making a joke” but he is definitely confused.
So that’s where we stand. She claims she will see a psychiatrist the next couple of days, she needs to go NOW, and she won’t let me bring her sooner. Oh, and there is nothing wrong with her. I am seeing the psychologist myself now, and I have confided in a few very close people, as well as my father in law.
I don’t know if I’m looking for advice of sympathy or neither or what. I just needed to let it out.