Deirdre Geraghty

My head has been going through what went on forty odd years ago when I had a major breakdown and ended up in the psychiatric system labelled schizophrenic. My family kindly helped me and my son who was quite young. I don’t remember a lot but apparently I didn’t thank them enough. I was very ill and an embarrassment and mental illness was not acceptable then like it is today and my small but regular use of Moroccan which is very mild was blamed unlike the belief that it was my experiences going right back to childhood which is more likely. Anyway, apparently I didn’t thank people for all the kindness they showed us way back then. So I am very sorry for not saying thank you. For the best part of forty years I was on very strong antipsychotics and unable to function in any acceptable fashion. Maybe I should have marked it in my calendar and said thank you – maybe monthly or even weekly. No idea. I find just thinking about it very upsetting but that’s just the way it is but I will endeavour to say sorry and thank you repeatedly for the foreseeable future.