It's rare to see a memoir by a father. There are a ton of memoirs by mothers but not a lot by fathers, particularly not by fathers of daughters. Put this together with the fact that Jani (her parents' nickname for her) has childhood-onset schizophrenia, and we have one unique book. I think this is an excellently told memoir. It opens with Michael speaking about having his daughter's diagnosis now and struggling with all the barriers toward a normal life presented not just by her illness but by the world we live in.
After the introduction, Michael tells the story in a linear fashion. He does a good job remembering how he felt in the early days. His immense pride at his daughter's high IQ and creative mind coupled with a determination to help her succeed and be herself. It's fascinating to see, as an outsider, how early there were warning signs that something was not quite right with Jani but that Michael and Susan (her mother) attributed to a positive cause. I think that's typical of parents and indeed of anyone who loves someone. They were looking for the best. Believing in the best for their daughter. This of course makes Jani's move toward violent behaviour at the age of five that much more heart-breaking to read. I've heard and read stories and documentaries of how difficult it is for parents of young adults who become schizophrenic but at least they are adults. To have this happening to your five year old is completely terrifying. How do we control a child for whom no punishments seem to work? Who is more concerned with appeasing her hallucinations than with obeying her parents? I certainly don't agree with all the parenting choices the Schofields made in the first five years of her life (and for the record, neither do all of the psychiatrists), but none of their choices would create schizophrenia. This is one of those occasions where we don't always agree with the choices the memoirist made, but we're also not right in the heat of the battle. It's far easier to say, "oh, you should have done this," when it's not our child who's being lost to a mental illness right before our eyes.
That's the thing about this memoir. Michael is so obviously completely honest. He tells things that happened that don't present him in the best light. He is completely forthcoming in his own shortcomings, but he reiterates over and over how much he loves his daughter and wants to keep his family together. This combination does for this memoir what a lot of memoirs don't have: it lends a complete sense of validity to the story as a whole. This level of honesty combined with his writing ability make this memoir a strong call. A call to parents of children who are other-abled (whether mentally or physically) that they are not alone. It's also a call to the rest of us who are not one of these parents to take a moment to think how difficult it must be and go easier on the parents and the child. I know I for one might think the next time I see a kid throwing an epic tantrum, "Maybe that child has an illness" instead of "Sheesh, do a better job, parents." Overall, this is a well-written memoir presenting the unique perspective of a father caring for a daughter with a mental illness. It also provides one of the few accounts of childhood-onset schizophrenia.
