At the Core

I don't think that schizophrenia has changed who Dave is at his core, but it changed almost everything else surrounding that core. With everything else altered, that core human being can't function as he once did. Dave was always so good at taking care of me when I was sick. He would cater to me, wait on me, take away all the worry and minimize the effects of whatever illness I was suffering from. He loved me....held my hair and rubbed my back while I threw up, rushed around trying to get me whatever I needed to help me. I knew that if I was staying home sick he would set up our bedroom for me with the laptop to watch movies, or at times he actually brought a tv up to our bedroom with a tall stack of movies for me to watch. He'd make tea, make soup, go to the pharmacy and get me medicine, make a nice hot bath for me, rub my feet, tuck me in bed. He did all of that for me. For several years! I got quite accustomed to that pampering. I loved it actually. I miss it and feel profoundly more alone when I'm sick, as I am now and have been a lot in the last couple months. I still feel that is who he is at his core. An immensely loving man who wants to care for his children. But he can't do that for me anymore. As Dave's illness progressed he still tried to care for me but it became rushed. He always had something else to do. Something else to get to. So the tuck-ins became more rushed, but he tried, that's for sure. It must have been difficult with his mind going a mile-a-minute and me trying to get him to sit with me and do the baby journal we would read together each night when I was pregnant. He would sit with me, however distracted and we would reach each day about what was happening with our babies as his mind was simultaneously pulling him away from me. He felt such stress and pressure to work on his science and math that he never did complete a page in the journal meant for the daddy to fill out. As the last few years of our marriage went on, I can now see how the disease crept up over him and grasped him, pulling him away. After the babies were born he tried so hard to do his 4 hour shift with the babies so I could sleep a little. I remember one night waking up after a blissful 6 hours of sleep to find that he hadn't slept at all, did two feeds with the twins all the while working on his science. It was chaotic. But amidst the chaos he always tried his best to take care of me. Now his mind is slower, possibly clearer, and he does what he can to help with the kids which sometimes feels like very little and other times it is a lot. But I can tell that multi-tasking is very hard for him. Well, its hard for many people not suffering from schizophrenia, but I've seen a decline in his ability to multi-task from where he was previously. I no longer have my husband, but at least the kids have their dad.