So suddenly my dad was the bad one. Im not saying he was perfect but at this point he was trying his best. . She stormed off to the next door neighbour to phone the police.
I was witness to all this of course in the kitchen. I was literally just in the door from school. I broke down. "I cant take this anymore" i sobbed. She needed help, we all did.
The police came. They spoke to my mum then came in to see us. I cant remember the conversation. However they spoke to her and convinced her to book into a mental hospital on a voluntary basis.
The next thing i remember was the ambulance arriving for her.
I remember one time we went to visit her. She seemed so normal especially compared to everyone else.
It was a scary experience for me. I dont know if my brother and sisters would even remember much of it.