When Do We Have Empathy for the Mentally Ill?
Using a throwaway for potentially obvious reasons. I have a very hard time having empathy for my mom. She is diagnosed manic depressive, bipolar, schizophrenic. I've witnessed her deteriorate over my entire life. You can tell me all day that it biological. I can utterly accept that. I can't accept that a bright woman has fucked up her life to the point where she is homeless. That she has alienated all those who would help her. That she would destroy her own environment and blame the imaginary. We've had to decide to leave her to herself and not help due to the manipulation that comes with it. Her phone is blocked. We've moved addresses. I don't know if empathy is the right answer. It sucks. The whole thing sucks.