I came home after work, and my son hugged me, started crying and saying that he didn’t want to stay with his grandmother anymore: I was shocked to learn the reason 😲😲
I raised my son alone. My husband left when he was less than a year old.
Since then, I have worked in two places. Our small family was supported only by me. Most often, my mother helped me out. Sometimes I had to call a nanny, but it was expensive.
I was grateful to my mother for her help, although sometimes I noticed oddities. She could forget something important, speak out of place, as if she was in the clouds. But I attributed everything to fatigue or age.
And then one day my son said to me:
— Mom, can you stop working?
I came home after work, and my son hugged me, started crying and saying that he didn’t want to stay with his grandmother anymore: I was shocked to learn the reason
“No, son,” I smiled and stroked his head. “We need money: for housing, food, for your toys. Why are you asking?”
“Oh, just…” he shrugged, “I’m curious.”
I didn’t pay any attention to it then. I thought it was just childish curiosity. But a few days later, something happened that turned everything upside down.
I came back from my shift in the evening. My son ran up to me, hugged me tightly and suddenly burst into tears.
“Mom, please don’t leave me with grandma anymore.”
I was taken aback.
“Why, honey? Are you bored? Or did grandma punish you?”
“She… she’s acting strange. I’m scared.”
“What did she do?”
I came home after work, and my son hugged me, started crying and saying that he didn’t want to stay with his grandmother anymore: I was shocked to learn the reason
My son looked away, his voice trembled:
— It hurt me… Please, don’t let her come anymore.
I felt cold inside. But the child couldn’t really explain anything — he was shaking and silent, as if he was afraid to even speak. I called my mother. She assured me that everything was fine, that they were playing, and my son had just made it up.
But I saw: my son wasn’t lying. His eyes were full of real horror.
The next day I took a day off. I told my mother that I was leaving for work, and I hid in the closet in the bedroom. My heart was beating so hard that I thought I would be heard.
I saw my mother come in to her son. At first, everything looked harmless — she straightened the blanket, put the toy back in place. But then…. 😲😲 Continued 👇👇
But suddenly she grabbed the child by the hand, twisted it, and then took a rope out of her bag and tied his wrists.
The son was crying, calling for me. Mom came up and roughly covered his mouth with her palm. But the worst thing happened later. She raised her head to the ceiling and spoke:
I came home after work, and my son hugged me, started crying and saying that he no longer wanted to stay with his grandmother: I was shocked to learn the reason
— See? I did as you told me…
She listened to someone invisible, then began to laugh – dully, heartbreakingly.
— No, no, he won’t leave… He’s ours…
I couldn’t stand it, I jumped out of the closet:
— Mom! What are you doing?!
She turned around. Her eyes were crazy, full of shine.
“The voices told me so,” she said calmly.
“What voices?!”
“They’re with me. They’re always with me…” she grinned, then suddenly burst into tears and laughed again.
My son was sobbing, I rushed to him, untied his hands, and hugged him. Mom stood motionless, whispering something into the void.
I took my mom to the doctor. There, after examinations, I heard the diagnosis: schizophrenia.
I was scared and hurt. This was my mom, the woman who once protected me, raised me, loved me. And now… she could harm my son.
