Madness Cries Wolf?

Remember my last blog post about how the ownership and possession of firearms by a mentally ill person is a bad idea? Uh huh, well, yesterday, my mother’s husband wrote on his Facebook wall.

One word.

No caps. No punctuation. Just a terrifying word floating on his otherwise ignored Facebook.

This man never speaks in shorthand. He writes rambling interminable e-mails, corners you for an hour while he complains about his taxes and compares the rotation of a bullet to that of a football and then follows up that conversation with a thirty minute phone call just to make sure you did not miss anything he had said earlier.

One word. That's all he wrote.

sorry

As soon as I saw it, I knew.

This one word was a suicide note.

Not wanting to panic or over-react and scare everyone, I thought the most rational course of action was to run around the house screaming “Oh my God, he’s gonna kill himself!”  But, apparently, that does not accomplish anything so I also called his daughter and went to the police.

Long story short. He’s fine. Maybe he was not planning suicide and that one word was a cry for attention or a warning that he was about to go shoot up a shopping mall but whatever it was, three squad cars full of men in blue let him know IT WAS NOT COOL.

You see, for two days, his bail bondsman had been calling me looking for him. He had not checked in. And, he had not answered phone calls from his daughter and a multitude of other people either.

First of all, I’m like wait - whu - huh?  He gave MY NAME to his bail bondsman as a reference?

I tried to play it cool when they called but for real, my mother’s husband hates me! This is not just any ol’ hate either. This is a deep-rooted “she’s some kind of voodoo witch” mixture of fear and hate. AND, I am part of the reason he even HAS a bond in the first place since he assaulted my brother-in-law after he was ordered out of the house for griping at my sister for twenty minutes about what? Taxes and ME. I’m evil. I’m the worst person he’s ever met. He’s going to make me pay one way or another and he has a gazillion guns so if this was 150 years ago, he could solve this another way.

But yeah, dude, go ahead and use me as a reference on that bond even though a protective order prevents you from coming near my house.

Weird. But that is how illogical this guy is.

Anyway, even though the panic is over, I’m still shaking. I was certain this man had done something foolish or was about to and even though he physically abused my mother and assaulted my brother-in-law and causes the rest of us more grief than I care to share, he’s still a human being. No doubt, he is dangerous. But what hell must go on inside his head that he would remind us so often that suicide is a way to escape it?

There has to be something more we can do besides fear this guy, blog about him, and pray that he does not hurt himself or somebody else. His daughter is trying to get some help from his psychiatrist, my sister had a chat with his neurologist, and I called our attorney today. I asked if there is anything we can do. What if he was trying to kill himself yesterday? Isn't that enough to force him to get help? A judge cannot rule on "what if"s, she said. And, I have said before, it is not against the law to be mad. Crazy is not a crime. Mental illness is not illegal and nobody can force you to get treatment.

BOTTOM LINE: If you are mentally ill you have the right to refuse to get un-mentally ill even though you are not un-mentally ill enough to make that decision.

Until my mother’s husband hurts himself or somebody else OR somebody in a position of authority gets legal documents declaring that he is a danger to himself or others, he has every right in the world to be mad as hatter.

When our mother was refusing mental health treatment and her husband was blocking us on top of that, we kept hearing over and over that we needed to get a mental heath order. Her condition was deteriorating at an alarming rate and a mental heath order was quickly becoming our last and best hope. But, we did not want our mother taken away in handcuffs. We could not put her through that. Then someone said something that changed the way we think. She said, “if it was my mother, I’d much rather see her leave in handcuffs than in a body bag.”

We found the courage to make tough decisions after that.

And, I stopped watching Forensic Files.

When Madness has Rights

One thing both sides of the gun-ownership versus gun-control argument can agree on is that we don’t want people who are mad as hatters running around Wyatt Earp-ing it up with loaded weapons. If you crack like Humpty Dumpty, you no longer have gun ownership rights. Right? At least that’s the way these things are supposed to work here in Texas.

In theory.

This is a very real and personal issue for me and my sisters because my mother’s husband has threatened to shoot us. SHOOT US! Oh, he's clever about the way he words his threat so the District Attorney cannot call it a threat of bodily harm but when a man clenching his fists and snarling through his teeth says he will make you pay and then lines up his rifles by the door and readies his pistol drawer, he is not asking for cab money.

Let me bring you the last two years in twelve sentences:

Mom was mentally ill to begin with.
Then, Mom developed dementia.
Daughters tried to get Mom help.
Her husband launched a war.
Verbal assaults. Physical assaults.
We all went to court.
War over. Sanity won.
Mom in assisted living.
Kids have guardianship
Hired dragons to protect mother.
Husband still out there.
And, he’s mad.

The recent Casey Kasem stories have brought me to tears. No joke. He is old, infirm, and living with Alzheimer’s disease. Like my mother, he is at the mercy of his care-givers and like my mother, it appears that his kids are doing everything in their power to get Kasem the mental and physical help he needs, only to be thwarted by his spouse who publicly questions their motives and sabotages his care.

So... let’s jump right on this mental illness issue.

Actually, lets talk about guns.

Okay, let’s do both.

That disturbed young man who murdered six people and wounded 13 others in Santa Barbara legally owned three handguns. Three. Only three.

My mother’s disturbed husband owns 65. No, that is not a typo. He legally owns an arsenal including modern semi-automatic guns and black powder antiques, pistols and revolvers, rifles and shotguns. He has it all. Guns are his passion. His life. He also does this cowboy-gun thing where he shoots black-powder weapons on the weekends so the garage is a workroom full of gun powder, pellets, muzzle loading equipment and stuff to make his own bullets.

The angry and confused man that took his revenge on his fellow students had been spoken to by authorities on three occasions in the past year.

The angry and confused man married to my mother who has threatened revenge on her daughters has been spoken to by the police about a dozen times in the past year, most of those events since January and for family violence.

The agitated student in Santa Barbara made rambling manifesto-type videos.

My mother’s agitated husband sends us daughters rambling manifesto-type emails at wee hours of the morning.

The student in Santa Barbara was once charged with assault this past year and that was when he tried to file charges on his roommate but police discovered he was the aggressor.

My mother’s husband has been charged three separate times for assault, had three separate emergency protective orders issued against him and one is in place right now. RIGHT NOW. You see, after we took Mom to the mental hospital, he went to my sister’s house, threatening us daughters and then when my brother-in-law ordered him out of the house, that old guy punched him in the face, grabbed him by the throat, and then the punched him again.

The Santa Barbara shooter had been treated by multiple therapists and managed to conceal his mental instability for quite some time.

My mother’s husband has been treated by multiple therapists and managed to conceal his mental instability from the police, Adult Protective Services, and even his own attorney for quite some time. It’s out in the open now. One psychiatrist fired him as a patient and another doctor told him (with my sister in the room) to get his guns out of the house because his nature is just too unpredictable.

So why does my mother's husband, this man with a history of violence and a documented mental illness, who has written rambling unstable letters, who has a history of assault, and threatened me and my sisters have a right to own 65 guns?

Primarily, because nobody has made it a priority to try to take them away from him yet.

According to the Texas Government Code, 411.172, a person cannot keep, own, possess all those guns if he’s mentally ill BUT there needs to be evidence from a licensed physician. Okay, well, plenty of doctors know he’s unstable but what is the process for getting a declaration of mental illness for the purpose of removing the guns from his home and how long does it take and who is going to do it and who is going to protect us from his rage when he learns we got that ball rolling?

If he keeps all those weapons, we are in perpetual danger. If we seek to get the weapons removed from the home, we are basically provoking him and putting ourselves in even more danger.

This is a man who has threatened suicide, who flies into a rage when any minor thing doesn't match his recollection, and who will not hesitate to lunge for your throat or throw his fists to display his superiority.

Can you even imagine what a person with that kind of rage and that many weapons would do if provoked?

Sure, you can. Just turn on the news.