Martha Graham-Waldon - Nothing Like Normal: Surviving a Siblings Schizophrenia

What if you woke up one day, living with a family member who had changed into an entirely different person? What if she were an older sibling you had always admired and strived to be like? And what if you were an insecure preteen when it all started? What would that do to your life?

In Nothing Like Normal, after an idyllic childhood, the strains of adolescence send one sister spiraling down into a mental breakdown, leaving her younger sibling and family to cope with the aftermath. The author must face her fears, while navigating the ups and downs of her own volatile teen years, and find her truth or be pulled in the same direction as her former mentor. Her struggle to survive and move forward on a journey of self-discovery will resonate with anyone who has known the heartbreak of mental illness in their family, while inspiring hope and healing as well.

KUDOS for Nothing Like Normal

In Nothing Like Normal Martha Graham-Waldon relates her experiences in growing up with a mentally ill older sister. Its a heartbreaking tale of a creative and talented young woman who is afflicted with schizophrenia in a time with there was little they could do about the disease. The author takes us through her life with her sister and family, showing us how the disease affects all aspects of family life, wounding not only her sister, but everyone around her. Throughout the narrative, the author gives helpful tips for those in similar situations that she has learned in dealing with her sister. Whether or not the situation applies to you directly, the book is worth the time to read as it gives us a better understanding of a little-known and misunderstood disease. ~ Taylor Jones, Reviewer

A compassionate guide to dealing with mental illness in a family member. This beautifully written memoir invites us into the life of a family struggling with mental illness in one of its members. Written from a sisters point-of-view, the author shows the turmoil, confusion and grief of watching a beloved sister fade away from schizophrenia. This memoir is a compassionate guide spoken from the heart of a loving sister. It offers hope that the best way to honor a loved one struggling with mental illness is to survive and thrive in your own life. It is of particular value to those who love someone who has been diagnosed with mental illness and those who serve the mentally-ill population. Beyond that, it is an enlightening and engaging read for those who those who love real stories about real people. ~ Kathleen Pooler, Reviewer and Author of Ever Faithful to His Lead: My Journey Away from Emotional Abuse

NOTHING LIKE NORMAL

SURVIVING A SIBLINGS SCHIZOPHRENIA

Martha Graham-Waldon

A Black Opal Books Publication

Copyright 2015 by Martha Graham-Waldon

Cover Design by Lakshmi Narayan

All cover art copyright 2015

All Rights Reserved

EBOOK ISBN: 978-1-626943-65-0

EXCERPT

I had always looked up to my older sister, so I was hurt and confused when she changed so drastically...

Like me, Kathy loved to sing and fool around before school with her friends and with Mr. Simms, one of her favorite teachers.

Yet in the scramble to get dressed, suddenly her mood changed.

Who took my shoes? she ranted, digging desperately through the closet. God damn it to hell!

These words, often directed at my mom, were turning into her favorite mantra as any order we had enjoyed in our life slowly began to fade away into nothing.

A sense of despair started to gnaw away deep inside me, and I knew that something was terribly wrong...

DEDICATION

For the Sisters and Brothers

PROLOGUE

When your sibling becomes mentally ill, you feel powerless. The adults are making the decisions--there is not much you can do. Its like being a passenger on a train pummeling toward a certain wreck, witnessing your family plunge into disaster and not being able to step off or change course...

***

As I stepped over the threshold, the heavy metal door to the psych unit shut with a resounding slam that made me jump. My eyes swept over the drafty expanse of the ward as I searched for her. The faded checkered floor was lit by afternoon shadows. Light spilled into the room like shards of crystal, piercing through the tight wires imbedded in the thick, shatterproof glass.

As I looked at my sister Kathy walking down the corridor toward me, my mind darted back to all that had happened to us both. My once fit, athletic sister was now obese. Her dark hair, usually uncombed and dirty, hung stringy down around her face. Her teeth and nails were stained brown with nicotine.

Suddenly I was caught up short in astonishment. Who was this metamorphosed girl in front of me? Why was she here? Why not me?

I reflected on the past and all that had brought us here...

PART ONE

The Magic

Graham Family, 1959

CHAPTER 1

Kathy Cat and Martha Mouse

Kathy Cat and Martha Mouse lived together in a great big house.

It was always the two of us. The little girls they called us.

As close as we were, we were far apart, too, different in so many ways. She was brave and outgoing. I was quiet and introverted. She had long, dark hair that she almost always wore down, tucked behind her ears and flung behind her shoulders. She wore hang-ten T-shirts like a uniform, a different one each day. She was dark and beautiful, like an American Indian. Somehow that tiny bit of our Cherokee ancestry was born out in her. In junior high once, a boy signed her yearbook, To the best Indian girl I know, and we wondered about that.

She was all right till the bump of adolescence sent her careening over the edge. I lost her to a cruel illness that invaded slowly, taking her over her bright mind.

This is not only her story. It is the story of a family that was close and then came apart. It is also my story. The story of someone who was in second place, following behind her until I found my own way.

The vortex of my past has sucked me in. Memories flow from a wellspring of dreams...

***

I followed behind my sister. She was my leader, my mentor, and the one who showed me the way. We raced into the backyard after elementary school with joyous abandon.

Skipping to the swing, I jumped on and glided carelessly up and down while she headed straight to the tetherball, whacking it powerfully with her fists. Her strength and great athletic ability instilled in me an appreciation for fitness that I carried to this day.

We were best friends for a time, allies within the family, playmates, and confidants. On Saturdays, they would drive us to Seal Beach to attend the Peppermint Playhouse, a wonderful place where we studied ballet, art, and drama. Kathy had a flair for acting and reveled in the musicals we learned and performed there. We sang the themes to Hello, Dolly, What Simple Folk Do, from Camelot and Man of La Mancha as we romped gleefully around the house.

I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha, my destiny calls and I go!

She could memorize and recite the Bill of Rights, or a scene from Hamlet, with equal flamboyance.

I challenge you to a duel, to the death immediately in the throne room!

We had a magical childhood. Although we lived in the city, our parents fostered in us a love of nature through wilderness adventures from a very young age. Some summers we hiked in the High Sierras, carrying our gear on backpacks and on pack mules in the backcountry near Yosemite. Tuolome Meadows, Silver Dollar Lake...

Those places were etched upon my memory as clearly as the old photos still hanging on the wall.

As the youngest family members, Kathy and I got to ride on the pack mules when we tired of walking, flopped over on their packs under the bright blue sky beneath the silhouette of white tipped mountain peaks. During our rest stops and at the end of the day, I rubbed my face against the long nose of Chocolate Charlie, the burro who carried me so loyally during the days travels. We waded in icy lakes and streams, baked biscuits in stone ovens, and wrapped and cooked fish in the large leaves picked at Skunk Cabbage Meadow.