The Sanity of Love
DIANA writes:
I’m sorry to bother you with so many e-mails so suddenly, but the post about suffering and how people write to you really touched me. Here is my story. I leave a lot out, of course.
My oldest brother is 12 years older than I am. He’s schizophrenic. I can hardly remember him as a normal young man, but I do have some memories. For most of my life, he’s been a terrible burden and a shame. He is subject to fits of rage and violence. (I had a lot of therapy sessions devoted to dealing with this. They all boiled down to: forget about him and save yourself.)
But the bedrock of his personality is an overwhelming sweetness. He’s actually the sweetest person in my family. I’m not just an addled family member who can’t see the bad in her brother. It’s true. He’s a sweetheart. He couldn’t believe that 9/11 was caused by terrorists. I called him afterwards to calm him down. He was fine. “No one would do that on purpose!” he said to me. (more…)

