When he was little, he had lots of friends …but they gradually faded away. Now, none came to the house after school.
“So. Was he born that way?” A friend was asking me about Matthew. Her question gave me pause. The answer is layered and complex, like the disease itself.
The short answer could be: “yes,” “no,” “maybe,” “probably,” or “it depends.”
In fact, it is all of the above.
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Her question made me realize that there is very little public awareness about schizophrenia, or SSD, in Canada.
Schizophrenia is a sneaky, malicious illness. Unlike other serious childhood diseases, it does not show up when the baby is born or in early childhood. Instead, it lies there, patiently waiting – a sleeper mole in spy terminology – till the time is right to emerge and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting victim.
I have often called schizophrenia the cruellest illness because it appears out of nowhere just as the young fledglings are beginning to stretch their wings and take flight. Schizophrenia stops them dead in their tracks. They don’t get to practice and make perfect all their early attempts to soar into adulthood. They get stuck at age 17.
Neither the kid or the parents see it coming. It just arrives, one day, and hits the young adult right between the eyes. Literally.
About one percent of the population will develop schizophrenia. It occurs world-wide, regardless of gender, race, ethnicity, or economic status.
The one percent is an average. If you have a close family member with the disease your odds of getting it are much higher than one in a hundred. I know a very brave parent who has four sons. Three of them have developed schizophrenia.
So, was he born that way? The answer seems to be “yes.” Schizophrenia is classed as a genetic inheritance disorder. It runs in families. In fact, according to information in the National Library of Medicine, schizophrenia is known to be as much as 90% heritable. In my family there were members with illnesses that matched some of the symptoms of SSD.
But is it genetics alone that cause this disorder? Are there other factors that might bring about the disorder? Perhaps not everyone with a certain set of genes will develop this disorder. In the Nature versus Nurture debate perhaps there are other circumstances that might be the tipping point that triggers the disease.
For example, there are prenatal environmental factors that have been cited and researched as possible causes or triggers for schizophrenia.
When I began to research schizophrenia, I learned that an unusually large number of people who develop schizophrenia are born in winter. The theory is that there might be a prenatal virus effect that triggers the disease to hit a couple of decades later.
Matt was born in January of 1971. We had just moved to Toronto the summer before. I remember that first winter in Toronto very well. It was snowy and cold. My little girl, Julie, who had just turned one, had caught a bad cold. I recall December nights sleeping on the floor in her bedroom, worrying and listening to her difficult breathing.
Along with prenatal viruses, birth trauma is mentioned in texts about schizophrenia as another possible contributing factor.
There was a birth event that happened when Matt was born. When my labour began, I went immediately into North York General Hospital. I was given a couple of medications that made me drowsy. I think one was a tranquilizer. But Matt’s birth was held up for what seemed like hours but was probably around 30-45 minutes. Eventually they wheeled me into the delivery room, but there was no sign of the doctor. Everyone kept stalling and hanging around and busying themselves around the delivery table. Time seemed to stand still. We were all in limbo. Nothing was happening.
Then suddenly there was activity! I have a vivid memory of Dr. C. (an Obstetrician and Gynecologist) arriving, all out of breath, and taking off his galoshes. Someone mumbled something about him needing to finish a squash game. At any rate, an epidural was given, which gave me relief, and my son was born. Someone gave him to me to hold in my arms. I can still see him today as I saw him then. His dark eyes were wide open; he wasn’t crying, just looking at the bright delivery room lights. My first thought was how thoughtful he looked.
There is now a study run by the BC Children’s Hospital, called “Birth, childhood health and psychosis.” The goal is to find out the prevalence rate and types of pregnancy complications and early life events that may have contributed to the emergence of psychosis in patients with SSD. I wanted to participate but the cutoff age for patients is 45, and Matt is in his 50s now.
Apart from possible prenatal and birth trauma events, there is an environmental factor that has recently come to light from a veterinarian at UBC. He was warning people about letting their pet cats outdoors. Apparently, they can get a parasite which can cause certain illnesses in humans. The vet specifically mentioned schizophrenia! I was astounded.
We did have a much-adored cat! And she was an outdoor cat. She was with us for most of my kids growing up years.
So, genetics aside, Matt may have been set up as a candidate for the disorder, both before, during and after his birth. Of course, I didn’t know any of that then. We were just overjoyed with a healthy baby boy.
Matt was pretty normal as babies go. My journal entry for February 3, 1972 describes my one-year old boy:
Matthew has such a happy Alfred E Newman smile. He has rosy cheeks, blue eyes with mischief in them and honey-coloured hair. He has a fantastic arm already and loves to throw things. He also loves apple juice, his sister Julie, and hitting things that make a noise.
Until Matt became sick, I had always thought that he and Julie had “normal” childhoods. They went to the local public school, which had a good reputation and great teachers. They liked school and did well academically.
Matt loved sports and was a keen athlete. He played hockey in winter and baseball and soccer in summer. Baseball became “his” sport and was a happy confluence of circumstances: It was a sport he excelled at, it was his Dad’s favourite sport, and he had excellent coaches. Matt played in the select league in North York, Ontario, for several years. He was popular with his teammates and also his coaches, who would take us aside and tell us that they really liked having Matt on the team. They said he was “coachable.”
Growing up, Matt had lots of friends and made friends easily. He was self-confident and energetic and competitive and popular.
But when I began to research SSD and its possible causes, I discovered that there is an anti-psychiatry movement that insists that schizophrenia is caused by terrible emotional upset and traumatic events that happened in childhood. They deny that the illness might be genetic and insist that bad parenting is to blame. Family blaming, and in particular, mother blaming, has done nothing but cause extra grief for families with children afflicted with this disorder.
I was racked with guilt by this revelation. Did we cause it? What could we have done differently? I spent many sleepless nights recounting in detail every upset and disappointment over the course of Matt’s childhood.
Was it because we didn’t give him the Holly Hobby Easy Bake oven he wanted for Christmas when he was four? I still haven’t forgiven myself for that. We did get him an Evil Knievel and a Smash Up Derby car toy, but we were caught up in gender stereotyping and sensed that an oven was not for boys. We gave it to both Julie and Matthew to share.
Was it because we moved into our first house just as he was entering Grade 7? We didn’t think the move would be particularly upsetting for either of our children. We were still in the same school catchment area. They still had the same school friends and invited them over as before. But Matt missed his old neighbours who lived right next door and who used to play road hockey on our street. We didn’t realize the impact that moving away caused him. However, much later, in a high school essay, he wrote that after settling into the new house and getting to know the new neighbours’ kids, he felt that they were the best friends he could have ever wished for.
Maybe it was the car accident he had shortly after getting his driver’s licence. Car accidents are traumatic, and maybe that triggered the awful illness that was to appear a few years later. He never drove again.
If there was one adjective that could be used to describe Matt from the moment of his birth, it would be “intense.” I remember clearly his kindergarten teacher telling us that Matt would be good at business because he was very … assertive? dominant? focused? insistent? persistent? self-confident? I don’t remember the exact words she used, but he was all of these. His grandfather used to say that he would make a great lawyer because he could argue a point to get what he wanted.
I’m not sure if this qualifies as a traumatic incident, but certainly, around puberty, he began an intense yearning to go to a private school.
He wanted it desperately, extremely, fiercely. After grade 7, one of his two closest friends went to an excellent private school in Toronto – Crescent School.
We decided not to send him there. It was very expensive, and since we were in the catchment area for two schools which were among the best-reputed public schools in Toronto – Windfields Junior High School and York Mills Collegiate. We thought, why not use them? In retrospect, perhaps we should have made the necessary sacrifices and sent him to Crescent.
That said, I do not think that not sending him to a private school caused this very serious brain disorder, and I don’t think that sending him there would have prevented the illness from descending upon him.
But the private school milieu might have mitigated it. Maybe he would have had more friends, more of a social life. At least he would have still been with his close friend and it would have been one less disappointment for him to deal with. We will never know.
This is by way of painting a picture of a fairly typical normal home and household in our North York neighbourhood. Nothing special, but comfortable, with working parents.
While Matt settled in and seemed to be functioning well, in retrospect, there were warning signs that we should have seen but didn’t. Moving from junior high into high school, suddenly, there weren’t many friends coming around. When he was little, he had lots of friends, but in his teen years they gradually faded away. Now, none came to the house after school.
We didn’t know why. We were concerned, but we had no idea that this new, strange, out-of-character behaviour might be a warning signal that something was wrong … something medical.
In Canada there is a complete lack of public awareness about schizophrenia. SSD affects one in one hundred of our young people in their mid-to-late adolescence. It completely devastates their lives. It causes torment and anguish with their parents. It causes emotional scarring among their siblings that may never heal. It can, and often does, destroy entire families.
Public awareness programs could have helped alleviate much harm to Matthew and to our family.