Mom-in-law is in the hospital. The psychiatrist and psychiatric nurse looked at her, spoke to her for about a minute, and they gently, yet firmly escorted her to the car and transported her to the hospital for immediate admission.
She’s ill. In heart, mind and body. She’s not thinking clearly because of the depression/malnutrition/insomnia. Nothing we say or try to do help her or get help TO her got through the filter of depression. She needs to be made well, and can’t see past her anxiety and paranoia that we’re or someone is out to get her.
Of course, she didn’t see it this way. When I arrived at the hospital, she loudly proclaimed her rights have been taken away, and she had been kidnapped. I didn’t laugh at her, but I did smile and tell her no, that she’s ill, and she’s somewhere to get her well again.
Wing is in a state. Blames himself. I checked that right away, asking him “Are you a mental health expert?” (no) “Could you get her medications and force her to take them?” (no) “Horse… water. Get it now?” (yes)
It’s not going to be easy. but at least we won’t be watching her passively committing suicide by not taking care of herself anymore.