My son was ill for many, many years and with love and courage, we survived. Whenever I’ve been asked to give a talk on my experiences, I tell my audience;
“If I have managed to change the attitude of even one mental health professional, I feel that I have achieved something. A psychiatrist who listens, really listens to his patient and gives him a modicum of hope, might be able to help.”
My son was picked up by the police a few times. At the same time, I heard from parents in our support group that their children had also had encounters with the police. After hearing their stories, I became convinced that policemen need to be trained in the field of mental health. And this was how I came to be involved in the crisis intervention training program, known as CIT in the United States.
In David’s name, I fight to restore the integrity of psychiatric patients as I once vowed I would.
More in my next blog. Here’s wishing you all a healthy new year.