my son is not my son

Some people said it was just a normal teenage phase. But I knew in my heart there was something wrong with Stephen. His work was going downhill: he was turning up late, not concentrating. He just wasn't himself. He was staying in his room constantly, not coming near us, not even saying good morning. He was going out and getting into fights and he's a passive person. He was going missing for days. We didn't know where he was and he'd come home with bruises and he wouldn't remember what had happened.
He was acting quite strangely and saying he had super powers and things like that. He thought I was dead. He thought someone had killed me and chopped my head off. But he'd been drinking a lot and when people drink they act pretty strangely.
We ended up taking him to our GP and Stephen opened up a little bit. The GP said: "Well, why not be admitted to hospital for a while?" I was hoping Stephen would agree but he wouldn't go. He just thought that he was OK, because he was OK maybe 15 per cent of the time, but mostly he wasn't. The doctor put him on antidepressants. But he was just getting worse and worse.
We ended up getting him referred to a psychiatrist. But he didn't get better. I spent a month running around trying to get people to diagnose him. He was screaming and acting irrationally. Then one day we got a phone call. He was in a police station. I told them I thought something was wrong and I wanted him to go to hospital. I couldn't handle him. He would get very, very upset. He was like a toddler having a tantrum. So the police took him to hospital.
A psychiatrist assessed him and said he was depressed. But if the person acts quite normally, they just don't know what's really the problem. By that time, you see, Stephen was very calm. He really was scared of going into hospital. I think he thought "I'm going nuts, they'll lock me away," all those sorts of fears. Also I'm sure he didn't want people to know. That's a very big thing with young men. The stigma