This is hard to write about, but it is public record and maybe someone can relate to it, realize that there is someone out there who has also experienced this.
It was a cold April day in Ohio when my son strangled me until I passed out and then stabbed me in the chest. He was arrested and served time.
My son, a Fulbright scholar and Harvard Law School grad went off the deep end so to speak. Since his teens he has struggled with symptoms of a bipolar disorder and while he was able to achieve a great deal despite his mental illness, in his 30s his symptoms got out of control.
Despite being on medication off and on and repeated psychiatric hospitalizations, his disorder was not in control. Apparently some people do not respond to psych meds and some even get worse on meds.
Throughout recent years I probably have enabled his disorder as I have provided him with shelter and considerable support. More recently I have accepted that he remains a threat and I am planning on moving to a location where he will not be able to find me.
You can’t make this shit up.
seniors aging gracefully 
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