Harry Bosch
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I married my childhood sweetheart 23 years ago. Close to being my perfect match: she's beautiful, driven, hardworking, easy going, funny, and loves our children. We literally never had a single fight until about 10 years ago.
It started small. She would get stressed easily and worry. I tried to lesson her stress by hiring a housekeeping service and an infrequent nanny. To make a long story short, she had a first mental break down roughly 6 years ago. She self-committed herself to a hospital. She got better, and then returned. Then a pattern would emerge. She'd take her pills, get better, get off the pills, then a year later, and relapse. But she steadfastly refused to ever return to the hospital because she hated it. This made her recovery each year longer and more difficult for the family. Each breakdown was worse the previous. She gradually started losing friends, losing family members, and etc. But she was never violent towards herself or others. Finally, earlier this year, she really went off the deep end. She started to become dangerous with herself. I started to not trust her with the kids (especially our youngest). She falsely accused me of terrible crimes. Spent thousands and thousands of dollars. She moved in with one friend for a few days, until she drove them crazy. Moved in with another, drove them crazy. Moved in with her family for a while, drove them crazy.
She needed help. And I couldn't get it for her. Four times I went with her to get her committed. The doctor, nurses, her mom and dad and I all tried to get her to self-commit, she just refused. I kept trying to have her involuntarily committed, and it kept coming to this: in Washington and most states, you can't a person against their will unless they are a direct threat to themselves or a relative.
Finally, after 15 straight hours at the hospital, in a fit of exhaustion and desperation, I told the doctor that she had stabbed me last week. I had in fact fallen the week before and fell on a nail. It pierced my side requiring three stiches. I lied to the doctor. Filled out the police report. Then they took her away. The doctor, nurses, our daughters, my wife's family, and even the police knew that I was lying. They all accepted that this was the only way that our family could get help.
My wife spent 87 days in the hospital psyche ward. For the first 30 days, she hated me. She filed lawsuits. Wrote letters. Told me and her family that she'd never talk to us. But gradually she started to get better. She was ready to leave by day 66, but decided to stay in to continue to work on her health. By that time our relationship was healed. 6 months later, and everything is well. She's mostly repaired her relationship with her family, her friends, and our daughters. She sees a psychiatrist monthly. She's agreed to monthly blood tests. She takes her pills. But it's an unspoken truth between us that if she ever goes crazy again, that I could easily have her committed.
Was I morally right?
Should it be legal to commit an adult against their will if it is needed to prevent them from becoming homeless?
It started small. She would get stressed easily and worry. I tried to lesson her stress by hiring a housekeeping service and an infrequent nanny. To make a long story short, she had a first mental break down roughly 6 years ago. She self-committed herself to a hospital. She got better, and then returned. Then a pattern would emerge. She'd take her pills, get better, get off the pills, then a year later, and relapse. But she steadfastly refused to ever return to the hospital because she hated it. This made her recovery each year longer and more difficult for the family. Each breakdown was worse the previous. She gradually started losing friends, losing family members, and etc. But she was never violent towards herself or others. Finally, earlier this year, she really went off the deep end. She started to become dangerous with herself. I started to not trust her with the kids (especially our youngest). She falsely accused me of terrible crimes. Spent thousands and thousands of dollars. She moved in with one friend for a few days, until she drove them crazy. Moved in with another, drove them crazy. Moved in with her family for a while, drove them crazy.
She needed help. And I couldn't get it for her. Four times I went with her to get her committed. The doctor, nurses, her mom and dad and I all tried to get her to self-commit, she just refused. I kept trying to have her involuntarily committed, and it kept coming to this: in Washington and most states, you can't a person against their will unless they are a direct threat to themselves or a relative.
Finally, after 15 straight hours at the hospital, in a fit of exhaustion and desperation, I told the doctor that she had stabbed me last week. I had in fact fallen the week before and fell on a nail. It pierced my side requiring three stiches. I lied to the doctor. Filled out the police report. Then they took her away. The doctor, nurses, our daughters, my wife's family, and even the police knew that I was lying. They all accepted that this was the only way that our family could get help.
My wife spent 87 days in the hospital psyche ward. For the first 30 days, she hated me. She filed lawsuits. Wrote letters. Told me and her family that she'd never talk to us. But gradually she started to get better. She was ready to leave by day 66, but decided to stay in to continue to work on her health. By that time our relationship was healed. 6 months later, and everything is well. She's mostly repaired her relationship with her family, her friends, and our daughters. She sees a psychiatrist monthly. She's agreed to monthly blood tests. She takes her pills. But it's an unspoken truth between us that if she ever goes crazy again, that I could easily have her committed.
Was I morally right?
Should it be legal to commit an adult against their will if it is needed to prevent them from becoming homeless?
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