Some background: Alfred's Recovery Begins Now!
With the resurgence of the Mental Health Recovery movement in August 2015 exemplified by the recent Inaugural Western Regional Rally for recovery at Lake Junalusha and the acknowledgment by the public that recovery can and does happen, I have recommitted myself to helping my brother Alfred with his recovery.
This will be no easy task, it will be a hard road, and frankly not sure of the outcomes or not even sure at this time if recovery will actually benefit Alfred because he has been in denial for well over twenty years if not all of his life and he is now sixty-five.
I could do nothing (or very little) until now because specifically my father did not want our mental health care system or anyone messing with Alfred's health. While Dad was not mentally ill himself he had some strange ideas about Alfred. One idea was that Alfred would die before he did and he actually stated this several times. It was such an outlandish idea that my jaw hung open, did dad really believe this, apparently he did. So Alfred's recovery would have to wait, and wait. At one-hundred years of age Dad passed last August 2014, and my grieving and settling matters of estate began, and now a little over one year later my grieving has come full circle, the estate is sound, and I can have another look at the situation, and go full force as much as I dare, head on facilitating the recovery of my brother Alfred.
This Blog on Alfred's Recovery begins now.
With the resurgence of the Mental Health Recovery movement in August 2015 exemplified by the recent Inaugural Western Regional Rally for recovery at Lake Junalusha and the acknowledgment by the public that recovery can and does happen, I have recommitted myself to helping my brother Alfred with his recovery.
This will be no easy task, it will be a hard road, and frankly not sure of the outcomes or not even sure at this time if recovery will actually benefit Alfred because he has been in denial for well over twenty years if not all of his life and he is now sixty-five.
I could do nothing (or very little) until now because specifically my father did not want our mental health care system or anyone messing with Alfred's health. While Dad was not mentally ill himself he had some strange ideas about Alfred. One idea was that Alfred would die before he did and he actually stated this several times. It was such an outlandish idea that my jaw hung open, did dad really believe this, apparently he did. So Alfred's recovery would have to wait, and wait. At one-hundred years of age Dad passed last August 2014, and my grieving and settling matters of estate began, and now a little over one year later my grieving has come full circle, the estate is sound, and I can have another look at the situation, and go full force as much as I dare, head on facilitating the recovery of my brother Alfred.
This Blog on Alfred's Recovery begins now.
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