I first came to understand mental illness through my brother’s experience.
Never understanding what mental illness was until years later, I came to know my brother’s diagnosis as severe bipolar disorder. Watching my brother struggle is similar to observing a roller coaster: he will have manic episodes where he speaks quickly and paces up and down hallways. Then he will have depressed episodes in which he will lie in bed for days with a curtain drawn. There was one incident in which my brother stole my car and disappeared for two weeks and I did not know where he was.
Current HIPPA laws kept me from trying to help him. The HIPAA privacy rule kept me completely locked out of his care and I was powerless to help him. The first time I encountered this roadblock was when my brother was admitted to the psychiatric hospital a few years ago. I went to visit him but he was gone. The nurse told me that she couldn’t give me any information about my sick brother’s whereabouts because of the privacy rule. So I was left to worry about where he was and what he might be doing. It was a wake-up call to realize that to help my brother, I could only count on myself and not the system.
For years I have been told by mental health professionals that my brother is an adult and can take care of himself. However, the truth of the matter is that he is not mentally capable of taking care of himself as I am now finally his caregiver.
I am my brother’s keeper.
–The Treatment Advocacy Center