Tuesday, February 09, 2010

freedom

I have written about this woman before, just over a year ago on January 28,2009. She is a fascinating mix of strengths and weaknesses. A mixture of psychological, neurological, traumatic, and also bureaucratic difficulties. She is very articulate, with a good sense of humor, but she gets disoriented very easily, is always anxious and in fear of harm, slightly paranoid, but from experience. She is also a hoarder, as bad as any of the cases you see on TV. (Boy, that is a sick, exploitive show, but that will be another post).

I received a call from a nurse who is part of her treatment team. They went to her house and realized that she is probably not taking her medication as prescribed because she can't find half the bottles that are lost in the mess. They also saw that she has three check-books she can't find, as well as several checks and money-orders that she has received. All lost in the piles.

They told me that they want to send in a visiting nurse, at least every other day to give her her meds, and also they would like to assign someone to be her payee who would manage her money, so her bills will get paid on time and her money will get put into a bank account.

This seemed reasonable, and probably helpful, so I brought it up to the woman at her next session. The idea made her very nervous, and she made me promise to tell them that she did not need, or want, those services.

As we discussed why, the reasons became clear, and reasonable. Although, in some ways she could see the benefit of them "helping" her that way, she really felt like they would be taking away her freedom to be who she is. They would clean up her place and make her throw away many things they viewed as trash, that she viewed as having useful potential, and/or things she was attached to. Yes, she attached to almost everything, but she felt strongly that everything had a purpose.

She felt the same about medication. She felt that if she took all the pills they gave her, she would be less anxious, but paradoxically, that would make her more anxious. She had a history of being abused by her mother, and then by a boyfriend, and finally by a husband who almost killed her --- see she does get very attached to things and people and can't let go. But from these experiences she feels that if she is not anxious she is much more vulnerable, She feels her anxiety protects her.

Also, she feels that on the medication, she would feel less anxious, but she would feel much less of everything, including, much less like being herself. And despite all of her flaws and hang-ups, she has come to enjoy being who she is. She feels hat she is a very nice person who happens to care too much about everything and everybody. She feels that the world would be better if more people were more like her. Instead there is a medical establishment that tries to make people, neat, clean, quiet and respectable. Zombies. She doesn't want that; she wants to stay alive.

So, I agreed to call them off.

2 comments:

Forsythia said...

She sounds a little like my mom, but Mom didn't get like this until she was 98.

Lena said...

She has her own quality of life standards.

So what did the nurse say when you called her back? Curious.