…And The Proof Just Keeps On Coming That Mental Illness Is NOT Taken Seriously In America!

Here we go again!

Michigan authorities say a mom fatally shot her three children Monday before turning the gun on herself.

On Wednesday, Kent County officials identified Aubrianne Moore, 28, and her daughters Alaina Rau, 2, Cassidy Rodery, 6, and Kyrie Rodery, 8, as the four people found dead at a Grand Rapids home.

Aubrianne Moore used a bolt-action hunting-style rifle to fatally shoot her kids in a wooded area near their home. She then loaded their bodies into her car and returned home, where she killed herself outside the vehicle.

The sheriff’s spokesperson tells PEOPLE that authorities had been called to the home in the past. The calls were “mental health related issues.” Court documents reveal that Moore had a history of mental illness and suffered from hallucinations and schizophrenia. In September, Moore was declared a danger to herself and hospitalized for more than a week.

I just blogged about a young man in California who killed his mother, father and their housekeeper and now this. And now there is a message at the bottom of the article stating that if you or someone you know is considering suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-TALK.

No one wanted to help me when I called the crisis line in an attempt to get help for my suicidal cousin. In fact, I was placed on hold while he was coming at me with knives and then I was told to call them back at 9:00a.m. Apparently, no one should attempt to commit suicide and call for crisis help at 4:00a.m. They must wait for the suicide/mental crisis regular office hours.

Three young children are dead, who had their whole lives ahead of them because, once again, mental illness is NOT taken seriously in America! I cannot stress this enough! How many innocent people must die before mental illness is taken seriously? Where was the follow-up care, otherwise known as ‘after care’ for this mother of three since only five months after having been sitting all up in the psych ward for being a danger to herself, this woman not only kills herself, but takes out her three small children? This is just unbelievably horrific! The children were aged 2, 6 and 8. And no one is going to be held accountable for their deaths because I am not blaming their mother because I know for a fact that she could have sought help until hell froze over and she still would have ended up doing what she did because there is no help. There is nowhere to turn because a short stint in the psych ward is not enough when a person has a lifelong mental illness. This woman was suffering from hallucinations and schizophrenia and that is nothing to play with. Whomever her doctor was, he/she has the blood of those innocent children on his/her hands because a mentally ill person is a vulnerable person and should be treated as such. A person who is a danger to themselves is also a danger to others. And I stated on another blog that the first people to get hurt and/or killed by a mentally ill person will be those who are family members or caregivers because they are in the danger zone and here we have three children, aged 2, 6 and 8….DEAD!

So now there is hand wringing and gnashing of teeth going on and pleas for suicidal people to call the Suicide Hotline. Aren’t they supposed to wait for Mental Health Awareness Month? Aren’t they supposed to wait for Suicide Prevention Week? Who is recognizing mental illness and suicide prevention on the off weeks and months? During the month or week set aside to address the issues of mental health and suicide, stories will abound, but afterwards, nothing is said until mentally ill people start going the fuck off and killing themselves and their children or killing their parents and the help. Now they want to throw in about calling the Suicide Hotline. Oh yes, now this is all “SO tragic” and “we need to do better, blah, blah, blah!” What the hell use are psychiatrists, psychologists and psych wards when it is quite apparent they they are doing fuck all about mental illness? What is their purpose? Why are they getting the big bucks? What the hell is their problem??!!! People are dying because those quacks sit back and utter gibberish at someone for 10 minutes and then it is on to the next ‘patient’. And if you don’t have insurance….well now…just cure yourself! This is just unbefuckingbelievable!

I just posted about my cousin’s suicide attempt on January 22nd and then I posted about a man who murdered his mother, father and their housekeeper earlier today and now this. This is just never going to stop! Look at those children in the above photo. They are dead. Their mother is dead; took a shotgun to them and to herself because in her mind of hallucinations and schizophrenia, she just could not make sense out of her life. There were those who were supposed to help her put it all back together and be there for her when it all unraveled because make no mistake, medications always need adjusting, medications stop working and some people stop taking them because of all the bad side effects and so mentally ill people need constant monitoring. That is obvious. Her children had quite obviously been in danger since the police stated that they had been to her house several times due to mental illness problems and for domestic civil disputes. And since she had been in the hospital a mere five months ago for being a danger to herself, then that automatically qualified her to be a danger to her children since they were to be in her immediate vicinity when she was let out of the psych ward. Believe you me, they don’t keep you very long in a psych ward. There are too many waiting on a slot and so there is no incentive to keep people in for as long as they need to be in. I know because my cousin should have been placed in a facility because if he had, he would not be in the condition he is in today; sitting somewhere with multiple scars from a fractured skull, broken neck, broken back, fractured right leg with chunks missing out of it, bullets poking out of his buttocks, bullet fragments in his bladder, scars from surgery all up and down his stomach, a head that is lopsided because his skull had to be taken off and put back on again minus some of it and I could go on and on. The man’s body looks like he has been in a hundred wars and all because mental illness is NOT taken seriously in America!

Because I have whooped and hollered and threw sixteen fits, my cousin is now receiving injections again, has a case manager that he is going to see tomorrow and another investigation is about to commence against his doctors and the medical board called me today to inform me that I would indeed, be receiving a copy of what the investigation uncovers and any disciplinary action taken against his doctors….AND I am going to address City Council on the 27th of this month and most likely get hauled off and arrested because I am going to go the fuck off! I finally received a call today that I am scheduled to address City Council and believe me, there will be many who will lose their hearing at that meeting; this I can promise you! I am not trying to become a statistic; murdered by my mentally ill loved one and if no one else will look out for me, then I will!

And so for those of you who are in a similar predicament, what you should know is that you must continue to try and have your voice heard. Call the medical board! Call City Council. Call the newspapers. Call everyone out! Just don’t sit and suffer in silence because you may very well end up silenced, permanently like those poor children were silenced. I know it is tough, but you have got to be your own advocate because no one else is going to do it. I am located in Virginia. If you think that there is anything that I can provide as to resources or how to get your city involved and the medical board involved where you live, please leave a comment in the comment section. Your information will not be posted since I monitor ALL comments. Reach out to other people who are going through this. This is why I told my story and why I am posting about how prevalent murder/suicide is where mental illness is concerned. Thoughts and prayers don’t get it done for if they did, I am quite sure the loved ones of this woman who just killed her children and herself would have moved heaven and earth with prayers for this not to have happened. Likewise, the loved ones of the man who just killed his mother, father and their housekeeper would have done the same. Don’t think that you can go it alone because you can’t. Reach out! There are people out there like me who care! And I intend to start a support group for people who care for their mentally ill loved ones. If you are in Central Virginia, leave a comment if you are interested in starting your own support group! Again, don’t be the next victim in a news article of this nature. There are more people in your neck of the woods who are in the same boat as you. We need to support each other!

Mental Illness Is NOT Taken Seriously In America!

Despite the rhetoric thrown about by the president and members of congress and communities-at-large after supposedly ‘mentally ill’ white males go on shooting sprees and murder people in schools, churches, concert venues, grocery stores, theaters and on-the-job, mental illness is not taken seriously in America. It is only given lip service when individuals have committed acts that garner international attention.

My cousin is a mentally ill adult who has been on every psychiatric drug you could name and his condition only worsens. When we lived in Minnesota, the psych meds he was on started causing him physical problems. He became diabetic, obese, his triglycerides increased as did his bad cholesterol levels. His kidneys were also affected. Of course, his primary care doctor then placed him on cholesterol medications, diabetes medications, high blood pressure medications and that list was endless. Suffice it to say, the man had had enough and discontinued all psychiatric medications. As his body lost the weight, his brain crashed as well. He started doing things that he ordinarily would not have done such as going into the woods and trying to live with the animals, staying out all night long, getting little sleep. His eating habits changed. He started becoming extremely paranoid but also highly open to suggestion. He had won a lawsuit and started going to mosques. The Somalis in Minnesota had my cousin hand over his settlement money and all the things he had purchased with said money. They told him that he had to walk, ‘the walk of shame'(which is non-existent) and the man walked all over Minnesota in the winter, after having given the Somalis his boots first where then he was struck by a car and hospitalized for a few days. Upon his release, he was sent home, loony as a tune and with no psychiatric follow-up care in place.

A few days later, he was picked up by the police because someone had called 911 and reported that a man was talking to birds and was clearly out-of-his mind. They took him to a hospital where he was placed in the psych ward, loaded down with psych meds and when someone finally notified me that he was there, I promptly rushed on over and the man was a zombie. He could not even lift his head up. His arm where his veins were were full of puncture marks from the needles they had shot him up with. I almost landed a spot in the psych ward myself because I immediately threw sixteen fits about his condition. The man’s arm looked like a pincushion. They released him from the hospital after three weeks back to his home. I begged them to find a suitable group home or facility for him because he was just too far gone. His brain was basically, soup. They did not listen and so he continued to get into trouble and finally, a civil commitment commenced. He was still allowed to live in his own apartment and the court appointed mental health case manager and crisis teams were supposed to do home visits. They asked me to attend the first home visit. I had to reschedule an appointment that I had already made just to attend the home visit. The day of the home visit, I was standing at my cousin’s apartment door at the appropriate time, knocked on the door only to hear my cousin say, “Come back later, or don’t come back at all.” I knocked on the door again, and heard the same message even though I could hear female voices coming from the apartment.

The next day I called his case workers and demanded an explanation and was told that if my cousin did not want me there, that was his right. HUH??? They were there by court order and so his word should have carried no weight. It was their call. The next thing I know, I get a call from my cousin’s doctor asking me to find out why my cousin was not taking his medications since she had seen him and he was not doing good. I contacted my cousin’s case workers and that is when they decided to go in with the police and have him committed to the hospital. When the police entered my cousin’s apartment, he was in the act of attempting suicide by cutting his wrist with a knife. He was taken to the hospital and kept for another three weeks and was so hostile, I was called and the case workers begged me to see what I could do with him. Yeah! Karma is a bitch! This time they needed my assistance and yet when I arrived, I was cussed out and sent home with my feelings hurt. He was then released to his apartment. A few days after his release from the psych ward, he was put out of the airport because he had gone there requesting to get on a flight to Saudi Arabia in order to “fight the anti-Christ.” A few days after that incident, he was arrested for biting two security guards in the Somali mall after he had stripped naked and brandished a sword screaming out of his mind about how no one in the mosque “was praying right.” He was taken to jail, tazed and placed in a cell. He was then taken to the hospital and placed in the psych ward. He was released pending a court date for a civil commitment hearing. Before the hearing, he boarded a Greyhound bus and went to Washington, DC where he promptly jumped in front of a train. As a result, he suffered a fractured skull, broken neck, broken back and broken right leg. He was released from the hospital with an aluminum walker into homelessness a little over a week later. He called me and said that he was seeing “flying saucers” and that “people were after him.” The next time I heard from him, he was calling me from a psych ward. He had thought about jumping in front of a truck, but called the police instead and they took him to the psych ward. He was then placed in some sort of home for people who have nowhere else to go and the person operating the home was not feeding him. He called me and informed me of his living conditions. I left Minnesota and found him a place to live in Maryland. He was gaunt and still walking with the use of a walker.

When he was hit by the train, it was August, 7, 2016. By the time November 2016 arrived, my cousin’s mental state was rapidly deteriorating again. I contacted the crisis line, hospitals, psychiatrists; the whole nine yards. I was told to call the police to which I stated that seeing as how we were in Baltimore, the police would shoot me as well as shoot him. I left to go seek help and that is when my cousin, while in the midst of a a mental breakdown, walked into a store, purchased some knives, sat down on the curb of a sidewalk by himself, saw some birds and produced the knives and began, in his words to, “direct the birds.” The police rolled up on him even though he was just sitting and had laid down the knives and the police proceeded to bark orders at him. My cousin did not understand what was going on and the police shot him 6 times. He bled out at the scene, but somehow survived. Witnesses stated that he looked like he was mentally ill and that he did not bother anyone and that the police had no reason to shoot him. I was not there. I can only go by the news accounts I read. He spent a month recuperating from multiple surgeries to repair the damage done by the bullets and of course, he was still recuperating from having jumped in front of a train. He was also transferred to the psych ward at Johns Hopkins Hospital whereupon he was released about a week and a half later. He received injections every week at Johns Hopkins.

My cousin then became fearful of living in Baltimore as was I and we moved. He started experiencing sleep deprivation and after begging his psychiatrist for help and receiving none as months and months of sleepless nights came and went, on January 22 of this year, he took some knives and went to the railroad tracks, placed his head on the tracks in hopes that a train would come through and crush his skull. A passerby saw him and called 911 to report a possible mentally disturbed man on the railroad tracks. The police/SWAT arrived and a 15-hour standoff commenced. I know my cousin and when he did not come home when he usually does, I immediately checked the local news and of course, saw where there was a standoff with a mentally ill man. I called 911 and told them that it was my cousin involved in the standoff. They sent me a picture of him and of course, that was him. Later that night, in an attempt to get him to drop the knives and surrender, the police showed up at our door and had me on the phone while they produced a bullhorn of some sort to try and get through to him. It was to no avail. The standoff continued and only ceased after my cousin had been shot with bean bags and pellets that hurt so bad, he had no choice but to give up. His body is still covered in bruises, but at least he is still alive. He was transported to a local hospital for evaluation and then transferred to another hospital where he was placed on the psych ward for 5 days. He was given an injection, trazodone and gabapentin and then a taxi was called. He took the taxi to the police station whereupon they gave him his knives back(knives that they had taken from him after the 15-hour standoff). He came home with a bowie knife and a machete and several pocketknives. How that is even possible is still a mystery to me, hence the title of this blog post.

As a caregiver for the mentally ill, I can honestly say that it takes a toll on ones mental and physical health. I am not the person I used to be and I blame the mental health care system that is failing mentally ill people, those who care for them because no one else will, and society as a whole. I have tried to bring attention to the seriousness of the problem by writing letters to my local newspaper, to the Washington Post, the New York Times, The Guardian, The BBC, USAToday and yet not one of those entities is interested. Shows you just how much concern they have over the headlines that make the news regarding mentally ill people when they have killed 9 or 20 or 50 people. So long as they are basically perceived as a threat to themselves and to those who must care for them, who cares? The fact of the matter is that mental illness that is neglected or mistreated is more likely to result in a catastrophic situation. And those in the mental health care field are not doing their job. I can attest to that. Even those who are involved in the civil commitment process are not doing their job for if they had, my cousin would never have made it onto a Greyhound bus, but because his mental state was never taken seriously, this led to a horrifying chain of events.

No one is being held accountable for any of this, not the courts in Minnesota, nor the mental health care professionals who were responsible for the mistreatment of my cousin’s mental disorders. Those in Baltimore, MD were never held accountable for the fact that his mental illness was not taken seriously even though by then, he had a long history of attempted suicides. And where we are now, even though I have filed two complaints against his doctors and two investigations have commenced, I cannot get the results of the investigations and no lawyer will help me. AGAIN, this is why I say, “Mental Illness Is NOT Taken Seriously In America! None of you can ever know the extent to which this man has suffered and I as well. Be thankful every single day that you are not going through this because I would not wish this on my worst enemy and though you may think that there are resources out there, can you honestly believe that I have not tried every avenue? I am not one for simply whining. I have exhausted myself to no end in trying to come up with solutions and where to find help. There is none. I am left to care for someone who scares me since he has come at me with knives before. I sleep with my door bolted and with a chair up against it. My health has deteriorated to the point where I am always sick. Even as I type this, I am on an antibiotic because I cannot shake an attack of sinusitis. If a person can sue over hot coffee at McDonald’s, think of the irony of the fact that I cannot sue to obtain the results of investigations that were initiated because of complaints that I filed with the medical board that saw just cause to initiate said investigations. How much sense does that make when a person can sue because coffee is hot, but no lawyer will help me gain access to information that should not be shielded from the public over doctors who can witness their patient’s mental decline and sit somewhere and do nothing about what they are observing? Our cries for help went unanswered. A mere twelve days after we both begged and pleaded with his psychiatrist for help with his sleep deprivation, my cousin was involved in a 15-hour standoff with police/SWAT. How is that even possible when the signs were everywhere? And yet, were deliberately ignored.

So the next time a person is in the news for going off and shooting up 25 people, don’t expect anything to be done beyond what is being done, lip service about thoughts and prayers. They’ve certainly not helped my cousin or me.