I see. As a chef she probably works until midnight, so she’d never be home when her daughter is around, as you said. And her Dad isn’t around, either. You’ve told her mother—how, exactly, did you put it?
Did you tell her father? What’s his story? Does he care enough to help?
Otherwise, is there a school counselor she could talk to? I forget—you’re not there either, right? So you’re doing this all from a distance?
If no one else will help, you will have to work through her, and get her to get help. Starting with a school counselor. She’ll be apathetic and really won’t believe people care about her, and think she should die. Let her know you care, even if she denies it. DO it over and over. Tell her you want her to get help. Don’t order it. Just over and over that you want her to get help and you know that if she gets the right drugs and therapy, it will make a huge difference.
Be a broken record, if you know what that means (reference to a former means for playing music up until the ‘80s). Just keep up the information. It may never sink in, but if you make it heartfelt, she might, at least partly, believe it and be moved to help. Just don’t become a nag. DO you see the difference? It’s important, because we tune out nags and we can hear true friends. Barely, but we can hear them. Even parents can be heard at times, more so if the love is real and convincing.
Underneath everything, this is about love, and either feeling loved or not. When we aren’t loved, we wither and eventually die. If we believe we aren’t loved, the same thing happens, unless some voice can get through enough to tell us otherwise.
This can be really tough on friends. It is tough on parents and lovers and many just leave because they can’t handle it any more, so you have to protect yourself as you do this. Love her enough that she can feel it, but not so much that her denials or demands destroy you. Delicate balance.
A lot of caregivers do too much and burn out. Not good. Then they switch over to the other side and do too little or nothing. So make sure she doesn’t become a full time project for you. Make sure you have a life, and if she tries it, don’t let her blackmail you. Tell her you love her and you will help her, but right now there are other things you ahve to do if you are going to help her. Or something like that.
I don’t know. There’s so much to say. I hope this helps. I can imagine how hard it is to be a caregiver. I’m sure it’s very frustrating. You never know if you are making a difference. Trust me. You are. But we often do not acknowledge that until we are well enough to see it. Indeed, we often fight it off. We don’t believe we are worth saving. But rather than say that, we’ll attack you. Verbally, emotionally, and I suppose it gets physical sometimes.
It was interesting in my case. I was attacking my wife as hard as I could to try to drive her away and let me jump clear over the cliff. But I stopped pushing at the last moment I could. I guess I had some self-preservation in me. Deep down, I knew I didn’t want to lose her or to die, but I needed to see if she really loved me, because I didn’t believe it. Not because I didn’t think she loved me, but because I didn’t think I was lovable. So I thought she had to be faking it or crazy. These were not conscious thougths. This just what I think now about then.
When you’re sick, your mind thinks really differently. You barely even recognize this. It all feels like you, not like someone else (people often say, “You’re not yourself). It’s very confusing. If I’m not me, who am I? I must be me, but not a me that others recognize. How horrible. I should not be here because I’m not the person they loved or liked or whatever.
Outsiders try to provide a true reflection, but it is often difficult for the sick person to see it. Or believe what they see.
Ok. I’m stopping now. I’m going to write a novel if I don’t stop.