By now, some of you would have read about Firdaus. He walked out of my house 2 weeks ago and we haven't seen him since. This is the longest time he has gone.
Let me tell you about Firdaus.... This has been a blog post I have never wanted to write..ever. I had hoped that his condition would improve, and that he will get better.
I first met Firdaus in Nottingham., his name means paradise, doesn't it. ..I had just started dating his brother and he had arrived from Malaysia to do his A levels in Fettes College in Scotland. Wow.. a good school, Tony Blair's school- He was fair, pretty and quiet. although not sombong.I would see him quite often in Notts, and he became friends with our friends, DadofSix and Kitchenguardian included. I learnt that he was his mother's favourite . He was also the champion qari (quran reciter) for either the school or the state at one time.
Then he did his Alevels. I heard he was quite badly sick in Scotland- the teacher called hubby (mr hot bf at the time and not mr paunchy husband yet ha ha) and said that something was not right with Firdaus..He came back to Notts and stayed a while. He did do his Alevels and he got 2As and a B, fantastic results by anyone's standard (by mine, certainly) but not to do Medicine in UK..so he got admitted into pharmacy in Cardiff...and being there, we saw him settled with his malaysian housemates...
Then we got a call to say Daus was behaving weirdly..we went to fetch him. We were married then and to cut a long story short, it was believed that he was having a breakdown because he wanted to do medicine instead..so the JPA people helped him get admitted into Galway University in Ireland and off he went to do his first year....
And he did brilliantly well..best student in first semester...but soon we had another call. This time from a doctor in Galway. He had been sectioned. He came home to us (we were in Essex then) and my in laws came over. Time to bring him back to Malaysia...he had been hearing people talking about him behind his back , he said.Classic paranoia complex.
Zoom to now..he's 38..his future that was so promising, is gone. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and has seen countless doctors, with countless visits. Plus countless medication. His father was, until very recently, the only one he would listen to in terms of medication. He once told me he hated to eat the medication because of the side effects. This was before, when he was still talking. He stopped years ago about the time we admitted him into the MentalHealth Hospital. He didn't say a word after that. Is he angry with us?
I'm sorry, is this an embarrassing post to write? Is there a stigma? I asked my husband, do you think this will hurt your career. having a sick brother? He said categorically NO. He doesn't care. In fact he spent 4 hours yesterday walking along the roads of TTDI looking for him. Firdaus didn't ask for his fate..
Now all of us are very worried about him. Makan apa, minum apa, mandi tak, dah lah specs pecah sebelah. We hope someone will be kind enough to feed him and take care of him wherever he goes....
Please, if you do see a lanky, thin, man, walking around, call us - Shila 0126356546.