Have you ever not allowed yourself to enjoy life because you are waiting for the other proverbial steel toed boot to drop? What if it doesn't? Or what if that shoe is just a sandal? The other shoe WILL most likely drop at some point, but it is what we do with ourselves in the mean time that shapes how we handle the "boom".
For the last two months we have been blessed to have my son back home. It has been an answer to what seemed like a very long prayer. But, and I really hate to be a glass half empty kind of gal, but, I keep waiting for the boom! The past few years have been so volatile, so simply sad, I don't want to allow myself the joy I really want to experience. The joy I'm entitled to feel. As parents, mothers especially, we protect ourselves from the unforeseen, or from what we have already experienced and cannot bare to again. Unfortunately though, in the process we miss a lot of life.
I know from experience that our lives can take a quick turn at any given time, but I don't have to lie in wait for what may or may not happen. My kids think I'm boring, and they're right I AM boring! I always have my suit of armor on to protect myself from the insignificant eye roll or the heart piercing "you will never see me again", always a crowd pleas-er to which I respond "good I hope I don't". Not my proudest work, but oh so satisfying in the moment. I've been in survival mode for so long, my kids don't remember the fun me, the silly me. I really haven't given myself permission to be human because that means being the "v" word, vulnerable.
It's in that vulnerability that we also get to experience all of the positive, beautiful parts of life. And in protecting ourselves from the pain we exclude ourselves from the peace. And let's face it, when a relapse occurs we are going to want something positive to hold on to, to get us through it. In these times I remind myself of the accomplishments my son has made since returning home. I am proud of him. He has finished school, he has a job and he is taking steps toward advancing his education. A few years ago I would have assumed he would have accomplished this and more. Well you know what they say, never assume because it makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'. That pearl of wisdom was brought to you by my eighth grade teacher, Sister Thomas Ann. Yes, you read that correctly! But I digress. So when times get a little dark around here, I remind myself that he can and will do so much more. And I think back to just one year ago, really just three months ago, his future looked bleak, and our family was fractured. I am so grateful for right now. It is by no means perfection, in the time I've taken to write this post, there have been setbacks, but nothing we cannot handle. We are only guaranteed right now, so we can either lie in wait for the next horrible, awful thing to happen, or we can celebrate the good in the moment. Okay perhaps celebrate is a little optimistic. Enjoy, bask, savor....you choose.
I am learning that while I have been in survival mode, I have allowed friendships to deteriorate. People are busy, everybody has something pulling them back from sharing themselves with friends and loved ones. And until we break the cycle of keeping to ourselves because it's easier, we just don't know who else may be waiting for the other shoe to drop. I miss socializing, I've almost forgotten how! But I'm not alone. There are many of you who are dealing with a relative's illness, a pile of bills, a demanding job, empty nesting it for the first time or you are doing it all by yourself. And getting through each day on a wing and a prayer. You're isolated because you don't think anyone else would understand. Everyone else's lives appear so orderly. Appearances can be deceiving my friends, and exhausting! It requires a lot of effort to maintain a perfect facade and frankly I don't have the energy for it anymore. I know I can help more people if I tell my story, rather than worry about the handful who will judge me for it.
If we do not put ourselves out there then what will fill our conversations we have with our spouses at night, or friends on the weekends? For as much as I have immersed myself in all things Bipolar, not everyone is as enthusiastic, I get it. I recently started a part part part time job as an independent consultant for a direct sales company. Now, going way back to grade school, selling candy door to door, I knew I was not meant for this line of work. It was clear when my cousin, who was a natural born salesman even at the age of eight, sold the candy for me by telling people I couldn't speak. Did I mention we were eight? So, with that experience in mind, I thought it would be a fabulous idea to pursue this line of work now. I am pushing myself out of my comfort zone, the bubble I've created for myself, and I am proud to say I am failing miserably! It does not come easy to me, I fear rejection even at 40ish, okay it's a firm 45. But if I continue then I have something to call my own, fail or no fail, something to inject into a conversation, something to share, and most importantly something that keeps me occupied when the other shoe does drop. Because it will drop, what goes up must come down. Hopefully more like a feather rather than a lead balloon.
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Thursday, March 5, 2015
Friday, December 12, 2014
'Tis The Season.....
.......To be jolly? To be giving? To be thankful? To put on a happy face when all is not right with your world? For those who experience mental illness the holidays can be brutal. And for their caregivers as well. Mental illness doesn't take time off, it can in fact work over time through the holidays. This magical time of the year is bustling with expectations, which will either be met or feared. The build up can be too much to bear.
I used to love the Christmas season. I say "used to" because our last
few Christmases have been, simply put, sad.
Bipolar Disorder stole some very precious moments, days, weeks, months
from my son, and in turn from me. Far
too often, I feel I'm at battle with a disease we cannot physically see, except
in my son's eyes. And far too often I feel like waving the white flag of
surrender. This Christmas is one of
those times. Oh how I would love to wish
away the holidays. I know, that sounds
horrible! I cringed as I typed the
words. But even an illness free holiday is accompanied by stressful situations,
some simply unavoidable. There are gifts
to purchase, cards to send, parties to throw or attend. There are children's plays to see, trees to
decorate, cookies to bake and lights to hang! And hopefully in the midst of all
of the insanity, some thoughtful reflection as to the true meaning of it
all. At the heart of it for this
Catholic girl, it is a baby away in a manger.
And when reduced to it's simplicity, the mania of the season (pardon the
expression) appears slightly easier to tackle.
As a mother, I can't abandon our Christmas traditions for
an island and a drink with an umbrella.
Can I? No, I know that if I did,
I would regret what I didn't give my daughters who deserve life as usual, and
that includes the holidays. I would
regret what I would have cheated myself as well, their joy, their memories in
the making. But, I can choose the
elements of the season on which I focus my attention. For example, I am excusing myself from
sending Christmas cards this year. I
have been sending photo cards for many years, and for those of you who do as
well, you are keenly aware of how not-so-joyful an experience the taking of the
photo can be. One child always manages
to infect their siblings with their bah hum bugs. It starts with a pinch, the whining ensues,
the photographer, which is me, is perspiring like she just finished a hot yoga
class. And damn it the sun just went
down......we've lost the shot. Am I
alone in this? For many like myself, the
Christmas card photo represents where we are at this moment in time,
figuratively and literally. When one of
my kids is struggling, however, I can't bring myself to capture his struggle in
a snapshot, pain disguised as perfection in a picture, mailed to our loved
ones, none the wiser.
Have I significantly depressed you? That is not my
intention. I want you, if you are
challenged by the stress of the season, to give yourself permission to
eliminate a stress factor of your own. We do
so much out of obligation during the holidays, we owe it to ourselves to be
honest about the elements that cause us stress, sadness or anxiety. None of us is immune to it, so why not own
it? It is okay to include your not so proud moments when singing the praises of little Tommy and Suzie in your annual Christmas letter. Dare I suggest you even post some not so perfect photos for your end of the year social media montage?......sarcasm is a friend of mine of you haven't noticed. Even in the classic Christmas movies I watch religiously, in which the holidays appear idealistic, perfection is never achieved. But in the end the common denominator in most, is those who surround you. We can choose to set different
expectations for the holidays, ourselves, and our loved ones who are paddling
against the tide of mental illness. I
don't know whether my son will be seated at the table for Christmas dinner. I
hope for it, I pray for it, but I can't control it. I'm hoping I can suppress
my own expectations for what this year's Christmas should look like, and
appreciate the moments my son spends with us along the way. In theory, it sounds so evolved doesn't
it? In practice, well I will have to
let you know.
I know in my heart that my son would choose to
participate in all things Christmas if it didn't overwhelm him as it does. For him and so many others, family can be the
cause of stress and anxiety and depression. I struggle not to take this
personally, because I want family to be the safest place he could be. And it pains me to think of the special
moments and memories in the making he might be missing. So the mantra of the day is "no
pressure". This is a tall order for
someone who tends to aspire to the Martha Stewart version of all that is Christmas, guilty
as charged. I will burn this into my brain for the remainder of this season,
because the one thing I hold onto is hope.
I hope for small treasures such as "I love you" and "how
was your day", a hearty laugh at a silly, inappropriate joke (he is 18
after all) or sharing a cup of coffee. These
are memories in the making too, not to be cast aside as mundane. Therefor I will not wave the white flag of
surrender today. I will come to love Christmas again! 'Tis the season......for
hope.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Painting Outside the Lines: Accepting An Alternative Approach
I have always considered myself a paint within the lines kind of gal. I am artistic and creative, but safe. I guess you could say I am a Type A personality with a side of "roll the dice". I don't like change, yet I crave spontaneity at times. I am, for the most part, a rule follower, not a rule breaker. But Bipolar Disorder is a rule breaker, a game changer if you will. It forces me to look for alternative ways to approach life.
This time of year is particularly difficult. Had my son continued with traditional education, he would be graduating from high school. And I am selfishly mourning the loss of all that goes with the pomp and circumstance. His loss is greater than mine, I know, and hopefully a short lived loss. There is no senior photo hanging on the wall, no prom, no yearbook, no cap and gown. And I know he wishes it was different, I'm sure he would go back and do things differently if he could, wouldn't most of us? I see friends photos and announcements celebrating their son or daughter's achievements and college endeavors and I find a lump in my throat accompanied by a twinge of jealousy. Don't misunderstand, I am very happy for them, and want nothing but success for their children, but I would also be perfectly content skipping right through the month of June and landing on July 4th.
This is when it is appropriate, even encouraged to color outside the lines, to think outside the box and change my approach. Bipolar Disorder is as I said a rule breaker, therefor, to a point, I must be too. Traditional methods of parenting a child with BD do not apply so I have to alter the course. I am challenged to find more effective ways to communicate and problem solve. For someone who has BD, loading them up with a list of goals is overwhelming, and futile. It is best to set a few at a time, therefor creating the possibility for success and lessening distraction. There is a war going on in their head between the grandiose ideas they create verses the lack of confidence they are left with when they cannot see it through to fruition. They are so sure that they are right but cannot see their way through the process. Imagine how that must feel? We deem it failure. If you thought you failed at every attempt to see a goal to fruition, where would that leave your confidence? Where would it leave your soul? You would be crushed, you would feel defeated all of the time.
Conventional education can come with all sorts of anxiety ridden circumstances. Alternative methods such as independent study, or even, yes the GED, should be considered. Trust me, that is a hard pill to swallow, but I would rather my child not get mired down in what others may think, I want his focus to be on his future. We, and I include myself, are conditioned to believe that everyone should follow the same path. Four years of high school, followed by four years of a college chosen from your many options. And for many that is exactly how it goes, and good for them. But our education system fails to meet the needs of those who color outside the lines. It is ill equipped to handle our 'out of the box thinkers', and what a shame, for while the bipolar mind may be divergent, it is often creative and brilliant. The road less traveled should be encouraged when the mainstream options have failed. We need to recognize the gifts, within the illness. More importantly, my son needs to see his own potential, and know that he can in fact reach it by less conventional methods.
He is actually more aware of it than I am. He knows that his sleep patterns and issues with focus are key factors in planning his schedule when he does attend college in the fall. A lighter schedule of classes is more appropriate for him, so as not to set himself up for failure. He knows enough about himself to consider all of the issues that challenge him, the follow through is where it gets tricky. So we continue to encourage, and try not to dwell on what may be missing. We look for the gifts within the illness and wait for the moments in which to coax them out. It can be a delicate dance, knowing when to lead and when to let go, when to push and when to pull back. I know what you are thinking, everyone needs to know failure, how else do we recognize success? I agree completely, but for those with bipolar disorder, failure is felt more often than by the average individual and the result is often depression, so why stack the deck?
I know in my head this is what he needs, my heart is trying to catch up. I want so badly to take the proverbial paintbrush out of his hands and paint the picture I see for his future. But this is his journey and my job is to encourage him to attain that future in a way that is productive and healthy for him. So if trading a few traditions that will soon be in his past, for the possibility of a bright future, then by all means color outside the lines, outside the page if necessary. Our history books and museums and theaters are filled with successful individuals who did just that while living with mental illness. Playwright Tennessee Williams, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, Ludwig Von Beethoven and Sir Isaac Newton, to name just a few. Perhaps we should focus less on how everyone reaches their destination, and how long it takes to get there, and instead appreciate the journey itself. I know that I still have a lot to learn about how to deal with Bipolar Disorder, and I hope I can be open minded and less controlling(not a quality I am known for) when my son's future is more Jackson Pollack than Claude Monet.
This time of year is particularly difficult. Had my son continued with traditional education, he would be graduating from high school. And I am selfishly mourning the loss of all that goes with the pomp and circumstance. His loss is greater than mine, I know, and hopefully a short lived loss. There is no senior photo hanging on the wall, no prom, no yearbook, no cap and gown. And I know he wishes it was different, I'm sure he would go back and do things differently if he could, wouldn't most of us? I see friends photos and announcements celebrating their son or daughter's achievements and college endeavors and I find a lump in my throat accompanied by a twinge of jealousy. Don't misunderstand, I am very happy for them, and want nothing but success for their children, but I would also be perfectly content skipping right through the month of June and landing on July 4th.
This is when it is appropriate, even encouraged to color outside the lines, to think outside the box and change my approach. Bipolar Disorder is as I said a rule breaker, therefor, to a point, I must be too. Traditional methods of parenting a child with BD do not apply so I have to alter the course. I am challenged to find more effective ways to communicate and problem solve. For someone who has BD, loading them up with a list of goals is overwhelming, and futile. It is best to set a few at a time, therefor creating the possibility for success and lessening distraction. There is a war going on in their head between the grandiose ideas they create verses the lack of confidence they are left with when they cannot see it through to fruition. They are so sure that they are right but cannot see their way through the process. Imagine how that must feel? We deem it failure. If you thought you failed at every attempt to see a goal to fruition, where would that leave your confidence? Where would it leave your soul? You would be crushed, you would feel defeated all of the time.
Conventional education can come with all sorts of anxiety ridden circumstances. Alternative methods such as independent study, or even, yes the GED, should be considered. Trust me, that is a hard pill to swallow, but I would rather my child not get mired down in what others may think, I want his focus to be on his future. We, and I include myself, are conditioned to believe that everyone should follow the same path. Four years of high school, followed by four years of a college chosen from your many options. And for many that is exactly how it goes, and good for them. But our education system fails to meet the needs of those who color outside the lines. It is ill equipped to handle our 'out of the box thinkers', and what a shame, for while the bipolar mind may be divergent, it is often creative and brilliant. The road less traveled should be encouraged when the mainstream options have failed. We need to recognize the gifts, within the illness. More importantly, my son needs to see his own potential, and know that he can in fact reach it by less conventional methods.
He is actually more aware of it than I am. He knows that his sleep patterns and issues with focus are key factors in planning his schedule when he does attend college in the fall. A lighter schedule of classes is more appropriate for him, so as not to set himself up for failure. He knows enough about himself to consider all of the issues that challenge him, the follow through is where it gets tricky. So we continue to encourage, and try not to dwell on what may be missing. We look for the gifts within the illness and wait for the moments in which to coax them out. It can be a delicate dance, knowing when to lead and when to let go, when to push and when to pull back. I know what you are thinking, everyone needs to know failure, how else do we recognize success? I agree completely, but for those with bipolar disorder, failure is felt more often than by the average individual and the result is often depression, so why stack the deck?
I know in my head this is what he needs, my heart is trying to catch up. I want so badly to take the proverbial paintbrush out of his hands and paint the picture I see for his future. But this is his journey and my job is to encourage him to attain that future in a way that is productive and healthy for him. So if trading a few traditions that will soon be in his past, for the possibility of a bright future, then by all means color outside the lines, outside the page if necessary. Our history books and museums and theaters are filled with successful individuals who did just that while living with mental illness. Playwright Tennessee Williams, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, Ludwig Von Beethoven and Sir Isaac Newton, to name just a few. Perhaps we should focus less on how everyone reaches their destination, and how long it takes to get there, and instead appreciate the journey itself. I know that I still have a lot to learn about how to deal with Bipolar Disorder, and I hope I can be open minded and less controlling(not a quality I am known for) when my son's future is more Jackson Pollack than Claude Monet.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Mother of All Mothers...That's a Compliment
In honor of Mother's Day, I dedicate this post to all mothers, those with children living with mental illness, and all mothers fighting the good fight every day to provide love, encouragement, support, stability and opportunity for their children. While Hallmark recognizes mothers one day a year, it is a 24/7, 365 day a year, forever endeavor. So enjoy your day, whether it be spent with your kids, who are pretending not to hate each other just for a day, or in solitude at a spa with a glass of wine, or a little of both. Hold tight the memories made this weekend.
I'd like to talk about one mother in particular, my own. I could not have gotten through so many of the challenges of the past two years without this incredible woman. She personifies strength and determination for me. To quit is not in her vernacular or her DNA, she is tenacious and uncompromising when it comes to her family. She is who you want in your corner when the chips are down, and everything seems impossible. My mother is a bulldog in sheep's clothing.
When my son was first diagnosed, my mom researched every site she could on bipolar disorder, she educated herself so that she could better understand my son and what my family goes through. When it comes to health, mental or physical my mother has always believed in educating oneself in order to be one's own and best advocate. It is no different for those she loves. She would email various sites to read, and when I was too wrapped up in the eye of any given storm, it was comforting to know I could talk to her, in short hand, without rehashing the day in detail. She didn't blink when I would snap at her in exhaustion, but instead offer an ear to bend.
In the past year in particular, my husband and I have been faced with situations in which we could never have anticipated. My son's bipolar disorder coupled with other issues forced us to make some heartbreaking decisions. My mom was a rock. She has never judged her grandson for his actions, and she has been witness to some doozies. She sees him through a different lens and I have jokingly told her this wasn't the mom I had growing up. But that wasn't her role as mother, she and my father had to make tough decisions for myself and my brother and sister as well. As do any parents. Her role as grandmother allows her to have a relationship with her grandchildren free of parental responsibility, and instead one of mentor, nurturer, and friend. And she takes her role very seriously. I count my children quite fortunate to have this woman as their grandmother.
I have cried to her and with her on many occasions, more than I can count. But she always managed to give me hope, even in the bleakest days. I draw strength from her when I'm feeling weak and unsure of myself. I only hope I can do the same for her. She defines 'selfless" and has given me much more than I have given her. I want her to know I am always here to return the favor, although hers are big footsteps in which to follow.
I get to spend part of this weekend with two of my favorite people. I feel so blessed to be able to share a day that honors mothers with them. Two mothers for whom I have profound respect, two women I am privileged to call mother and sister. I look forward to spending the day, doing what we do best, talking for hours! This is such priceless, uninterrupted (once you have children this word falls into unfamiliar territory, only to be found again in the years of empty nesting I'm told) quality time and I will cherish it. And I will hold tight the memories we make.
Happy Mother's Day Mom. Thank you for being you.
I'd like to talk about one mother in particular, my own. I could not have gotten through so many of the challenges of the past two years without this incredible woman. She personifies strength and determination for me. To quit is not in her vernacular or her DNA, she is tenacious and uncompromising when it comes to her family. She is who you want in your corner when the chips are down, and everything seems impossible. My mother is a bulldog in sheep's clothing.
When my son was first diagnosed, my mom researched every site she could on bipolar disorder, she educated herself so that she could better understand my son and what my family goes through. When it comes to health, mental or physical my mother has always believed in educating oneself in order to be one's own and best advocate. It is no different for those she loves. She would email various sites to read, and when I was too wrapped up in the eye of any given storm, it was comforting to know I could talk to her, in short hand, without rehashing the day in detail. She didn't blink when I would snap at her in exhaustion, but instead offer an ear to bend.
In the past year in particular, my husband and I have been faced with situations in which we could never have anticipated. My son's bipolar disorder coupled with other issues forced us to make some heartbreaking decisions. My mom was a rock. She has never judged her grandson for his actions, and she has been witness to some doozies. She sees him through a different lens and I have jokingly told her this wasn't the mom I had growing up. But that wasn't her role as mother, she and my father had to make tough decisions for myself and my brother and sister as well. As do any parents. Her role as grandmother allows her to have a relationship with her grandchildren free of parental responsibility, and instead one of mentor, nurturer, and friend. And she takes her role very seriously. I count my children quite fortunate to have this woman as their grandmother.
I have cried to her and with her on many occasions, more than I can count. But she always managed to give me hope, even in the bleakest days. I draw strength from her when I'm feeling weak and unsure of myself. I only hope I can do the same for her. She defines 'selfless" and has given me much more than I have given her. I want her to know I am always here to return the favor, although hers are big footsteps in which to follow.
I get to spend part of this weekend with two of my favorite people. I feel so blessed to be able to share a day that honors mothers with them. Two mothers for whom I have profound respect, two women I am privileged to call mother and sister. I look forward to spending the day, doing what we do best, talking for hours! This is such priceless, uninterrupted (once you have children this word falls into unfamiliar territory, only to be found again in the years of empty nesting I'm told) quality time and I will cherish it. And I will hold tight the memories we make.
Happy Mother's Day Mom. Thank you for being you.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Sibling Balancing Act
As I mentioned in my first post, I am the mother of three. And while it is my son who was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, the family lives with it, as if it is an additional family member. How do we avoid allowing our other children to get lost in the fray? Life is a balancing act without throwing mental illness into the fold, but how do we maintain this balance while living with what is, at it's very core, UN-balanced? My family and I are constantly trying to figure this out. Some days I think we have it down, and others I am reminded of how little control of said balance we have.
Our two daughters are younger than our son, one almost fifteen and the other is nine. Each have been affected but cope very differently. Our older daughter is quiet, and doesn't like to talk about it. She has many friends and I'm sure she confides in them often, as teenagers do. She is a sweet girl with so much to offer this world. Her silence is at times mistaken for strength. My girl is strong but she is still just a girl who needs reassurance that things are going to be alright. Our youngest, is definitely more vocal. It isn't often that I'm forced to guess what thoughts are racing through that little head because if she's thinking it, she's speaking it. But, I have noticed an increased level of anxiety, she has become a bit of a worry wart. She has also demonstrated a need for things to be in a certain order. However she is not at all allowing her fears or anxiety to inhibit her, she is always on the move and very social, some might say.....chatty.
Actually, my little chatterbox asked if she might be able to write something of her own to be included in this post. When I started writing this blog, and had it open on my computer, and she asked about it. After explaining that I wanted to help other families like us she asked if she could too. So the following paragraph is written by my "youngest contributor" from the heart of a nine year old.
Hello. I am Colleen Sagert’s daughter, Bridget. I am in 4th grade. I asked my mom today if I could write about what it is like for kids to see bipolar in action and how you can help them take their mind off of it. A little while ago I went to see a therapist. I told her when there were fights I was asked to go to my room, and that I would wonder and be worried about what’s going on outside the door because I could hear it all but not see it all. She told me things I can do to take my mind off what is happening. So, she told me I can get a tissue or shoe box and decorate it ahead of time. I can fill it with anything! Like nail polish, paint and paper, coloring materials, duck tape, and all kinds of stuff! I haven’t gotten a chance to try it because things are actually going very well right now. But, I bet the shoe or tissue box idea works!!! Another way was if my parents could start spending some more time with me. For example, maybe shopping or go out for brunch or dinner. I hope this was helpful advice!
Simple, right? We forget just how basic our kids' need really are. Some love and time, and apparently brunch on occasion, is what they need and ask for even when living with bipolar feels so complicated. How do we maintain the connection, and give our undivided attention to our other children when our lives are steeped in chaos? It is all too easy to delay giving them what they need because their demands aren't as immediate as the child who is depressed or manic. But if we delay too long, they will be. I catch myself focusing so much on my son and his needs, or how I'm being affected that even in good times I don't pay enough attention to my daughters. I have to reprogram myself to turn my focus on my girls. I don't mean to imply that it is work to spend time with them, just that at times It is a conscious effort. Have I taken them shopping one too many times? Perhaps, but I would rather they remember a shopping trip with their mom than a screaming match. And just maybe at times I overcompensate because they are both daddy's girls and yes, I'm a bit jealous. I admire my husband for his ability to in a sense, shake off a bad day and turn his attention to his daughters, because they can turn his day around. I don't let go that easy, and so I miss out on some of the good stuff, but I'm trying. Admittedly, there are days when I don't want to deal with a play date for my youngest daughter, because I don't feel like being "on", but I realize how important it is to maintain the normal as much as possible. After all they did not ask for this either.
Everyone has something they are dealing with, and I hope that my daughters have learned that they are prepared for anything life hands them. My son's struggles have taught my girls to be more compassionate and understanding. And although there have been times when they have been separated by distance or emotion from one another, there is an unbreakable bond between my three kids I hope only strengthens with time and maturity. They might even appreciate each other more for having gone through such challenging times. My son loves his sisters and they love him, it is simple.
I don't pretend to have all the answers in regard to raising children, but I do know that if we can strip back the complicated and feed our kids' basic needs then we are in a good place. If we are checking in with them regularly, and doing our best to keep things as normal as possible, by being consistent then hopefully they carry fewer emotional scars with them as they grow. It all comes back to balance, and placing just as much importance on your healthy kids' needs. Every one's individual success is vital to the success of the family. If we concentrate on only one or some, then the family falls apart. It is often impossible to give everyone our attention 100% of the time, but it seems almost instinctual for children to know which one of them needs the most attention, and who should step back. Not always, but sometimes when we, the parents need it the most. Something else to remember is how we benefit from giving more of ourselves to our children. As parents of children with mental illness, we so often feel beat down and unappreciated, and beg for that child's love, when through no fault of their own, they are unable to express it. Spending some extra time with our other children can help to ease some of the sadness. They fill our cup, and we fill theirs. And on a good day or week or month, there is balance, which feels like an undeniable accomplishment.
Our two daughters are younger than our son, one almost fifteen and the other is nine. Each have been affected but cope very differently. Our older daughter is quiet, and doesn't like to talk about it. She has many friends and I'm sure she confides in them often, as teenagers do. She is a sweet girl with so much to offer this world. Her silence is at times mistaken for strength. My girl is strong but she is still just a girl who needs reassurance that things are going to be alright. Our youngest, is definitely more vocal. It isn't often that I'm forced to guess what thoughts are racing through that little head because if she's thinking it, she's speaking it. But, I have noticed an increased level of anxiety, she has become a bit of a worry wart. She has also demonstrated a need for things to be in a certain order. However she is not at all allowing her fears or anxiety to inhibit her, she is always on the move and very social, some might say.....chatty.
Actually, my little chatterbox asked if she might be able to write something of her own to be included in this post. When I started writing this blog, and had it open on my computer, and she asked about it. After explaining that I wanted to help other families like us she asked if she could too. So the following paragraph is written by my "youngest contributor" from the heart of a nine year old.
Hello. I am Colleen Sagert’s daughter, Bridget. I am in 4th grade. I asked my mom today if I could write about what it is like for kids to see bipolar in action and how you can help them take their mind off of it. A little while ago I went to see a therapist. I told her when there were fights I was asked to go to my room, and that I would wonder and be worried about what’s going on outside the door because I could hear it all but not see it all. She told me things I can do to take my mind off what is happening. So, she told me I can get a tissue or shoe box and decorate it ahead of time. I can fill it with anything! Like nail polish, paint and paper, coloring materials, duck tape, and all kinds of stuff! I haven’t gotten a chance to try it because things are actually going very well right now. But, I bet the shoe or tissue box idea works!!! Another way was if my parents could start spending some more time with me. For example, maybe shopping or go out for brunch or dinner. I hope this was helpful advice!
Simple, right? We forget just how basic our kids' need really are. Some love and time, and apparently brunch on occasion, is what they need and ask for even when living with bipolar feels so complicated. How do we maintain the connection, and give our undivided attention to our other children when our lives are steeped in chaos? It is all too easy to delay giving them what they need because their demands aren't as immediate as the child who is depressed or manic. But if we delay too long, they will be. I catch myself focusing so much on my son and his needs, or how I'm being affected that even in good times I don't pay enough attention to my daughters. I have to reprogram myself to turn my focus on my girls. I don't mean to imply that it is work to spend time with them, just that at times It is a conscious effort. Have I taken them shopping one too many times? Perhaps, but I would rather they remember a shopping trip with their mom than a screaming match. And just maybe at times I overcompensate because they are both daddy's girls and yes, I'm a bit jealous. I admire my husband for his ability to in a sense, shake off a bad day and turn his attention to his daughters, because they can turn his day around. I don't let go that easy, and so I miss out on some of the good stuff, but I'm trying. Admittedly, there are days when I don't want to deal with a play date for my youngest daughter, because I don't feel like being "on", but I realize how important it is to maintain the normal as much as possible. After all they did not ask for this either.
Everyone has something they are dealing with, and I hope that my daughters have learned that they are prepared for anything life hands them. My son's struggles have taught my girls to be more compassionate and understanding. And although there have been times when they have been separated by distance or emotion from one another, there is an unbreakable bond between my three kids I hope only strengthens with time and maturity. They might even appreciate each other more for having gone through such challenging times. My son loves his sisters and they love him, it is simple.
I don't pretend to have all the answers in regard to raising children, but I do know that if we can strip back the complicated and feed our kids' basic needs then we are in a good place. If we are checking in with them regularly, and doing our best to keep things as normal as possible, by being consistent then hopefully they carry fewer emotional scars with them as they grow. It all comes back to balance, and placing just as much importance on your healthy kids' needs. Every one's individual success is vital to the success of the family. If we concentrate on only one or some, then the family falls apart. It is often impossible to give everyone our attention 100% of the time, but it seems almost instinctual for children to know which one of them needs the most attention, and who should step back. Not always, but sometimes when we, the parents need it the most. Something else to remember is how we benefit from giving more of ourselves to our children. As parents of children with mental illness, we so often feel beat down and unappreciated, and beg for that child's love, when through no fault of their own, they are unable to express it. Spending some extra time with our other children can help to ease some of the sadness. They fill our cup, and we fill theirs. And on a good day or week or month, there is balance, which feels like an undeniable accomplishment.
Friday, April 25, 2014
"Black Box" Fact or Fiction?
Last night ABC premiered a new drama called Black Box. It focuses on a very successful neurologist, Catherine Black, who is hiding the fact that she has bipolar disorder, but because of her own personal issues she is able to show her patients compassion that other doctors may lack.
It's a drama, in a ten pm time slot, so did I expect it to be a documentary or a true life depiction of a day in the life of? No. I anticipated that it would be salacious and glamorized, but I hoped it would be more responsible. It's as if the writers pulled from the wikipedia definition of what it is to be bipolar and squeezed it all into one episode. And the clincher is that she frequently and deliberately goes off her meds to achieve a high that she feels allows her to be at her best. Here in lies the moral and ethical dilemma of the show.
When someone who is has bipolar disorder is non-compliant with their medication, they can be self-destructive. They usually cycle through extreme mood changes such as a euphoric mania, an intense agitation, and self loathing depression. There are those who cycle through rapidly and those who cycle through over months at a time. But, the show's character skips her medication for one day and all hell breaks lose? That may be the case for a few but not the majority. And I can tell you from experience with my son, her return to work the following day is highly unlikely. Anyone having cycled through a gamut of extreme emotion would be exhausted. She was also able to hide her condition from her boyfriend of one year, having gone off her meds several times. That would be impossible to hide for that long without some red flags being raised. There were definitely creative liberties taken here. And wouldn't it be lovely to have a state of the art facility such as the one where Black works, available to us all? I can guarantee you I'd be battling with my insurance company over whether it is 'necessary coverage', and there is nothing glamorous about that!
There were some very emotional moments that hit home with me though. I was caught off guard by my own reaction to her being placed in the ambulance and put in restraints. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Her struggle to maintain relationships, keeping her secret so that people would "like" her, was all too familiar. Hiding this condition is a lot of work and can contribute to triggers that set off a cycle of mania and depression.
One constant running throughout the show was the term "normalize". In her work, it is her job to normalize her patients whether through surgery or med therapy, but she wrestles with wanting that for herself. She doesn't feel that everyone needs to be what society deems normal. I like to think of the word "normalize" not so much as a label, but as a vehicle to assist someone with mental illness, to live their most productive life possible. Normal is a spectrum in and of itself, and most people if honest aren't comfortable living on the fringe, especially when not by choice. Perhaps normal should be subjective, but we clearly put people in categories we are comfortable with. When Catherine is manic and putting herself in danger because she cannot control her impulses, she is faced with the question posed to her by her psychiatrist, "do you want to be exceptional and dead?" Her point being that her risk taking would end her life at some point, and that staying on her medication and normalizing was necessary to stay alive, for herself, her work, and for who is later revealed as her daughter.
I vacillate back and forth between wanting this show to succeed in order to get the word out, and settling for the way it is done. I had my own reservations as I mentioned and waited until this morning to read the opinions of so many with bipolar posting on message boards. I may have experience with this, but it is those who are actually diagnosed with bipolar disorder who truly know whether they are accurately represented. Many, many did not like the show for the way it handled not taking medication. Not to mention the fact that it focused primarily on the mania, easier to glamorize the highs as opposed to the lows. The depression in bipolar is very real and dark but a one hour drama can't spend much time on something that doesn't make good TV. My question is whether it had an impact on those who do not live with mental illness in some capacity? Did it prompt you to question more? Did it give you cause for more compassion? Did it help you to understand something you knew nothing about? Or was it simply entertainment? Is it true that any press is good press? At what cost? I hope that this prompts more documentaries to be made, so the general public can get a glimpse of what really does happen in the day and the life of someone with a mental illness and those who love them.
Did you watch? What did you think?
It's a drama, in a ten pm time slot, so did I expect it to be a documentary or a true life depiction of a day in the life of? No. I anticipated that it would be salacious and glamorized, but I hoped it would be more responsible. It's as if the writers pulled from the wikipedia definition of what it is to be bipolar and squeezed it all into one episode. And the clincher is that she frequently and deliberately goes off her meds to achieve a high that she feels allows her to be at her best. Here in lies the moral and ethical dilemma of the show.
When someone who is has bipolar disorder is non-compliant with their medication, they can be self-destructive. They usually cycle through extreme mood changes such as a euphoric mania, an intense agitation, and self loathing depression. There are those who cycle through rapidly and those who cycle through over months at a time. But, the show's character skips her medication for one day and all hell breaks lose? That may be the case for a few but not the majority. And I can tell you from experience with my son, her return to work the following day is highly unlikely. Anyone having cycled through a gamut of extreme emotion would be exhausted. She was also able to hide her condition from her boyfriend of one year, having gone off her meds several times. That would be impossible to hide for that long without some red flags being raised. There were definitely creative liberties taken here. And wouldn't it be lovely to have a state of the art facility such as the one where Black works, available to us all? I can guarantee you I'd be battling with my insurance company over whether it is 'necessary coverage', and there is nothing glamorous about that!
There were some very emotional moments that hit home with me though. I was caught off guard by my own reaction to her being placed in the ambulance and put in restraints. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Her struggle to maintain relationships, keeping her secret so that people would "like" her, was all too familiar. Hiding this condition is a lot of work and can contribute to triggers that set off a cycle of mania and depression.
One constant running throughout the show was the term "normalize". In her work, it is her job to normalize her patients whether through surgery or med therapy, but she wrestles with wanting that for herself. She doesn't feel that everyone needs to be what society deems normal. I like to think of the word "normalize" not so much as a label, but as a vehicle to assist someone with mental illness, to live their most productive life possible. Normal is a spectrum in and of itself, and most people if honest aren't comfortable living on the fringe, especially when not by choice. Perhaps normal should be subjective, but we clearly put people in categories we are comfortable with. When Catherine is manic and putting herself in danger because she cannot control her impulses, she is faced with the question posed to her by her psychiatrist, "do you want to be exceptional and dead?" Her point being that her risk taking would end her life at some point, and that staying on her medication and normalizing was necessary to stay alive, for herself, her work, and for who is later revealed as her daughter.
I vacillate back and forth between wanting this show to succeed in order to get the word out, and settling for the way it is done. I had my own reservations as I mentioned and waited until this morning to read the opinions of so many with bipolar posting on message boards. I may have experience with this, but it is those who are actually diagnosed with bipolar disorder who truly know whether they are accurately represented. Many, many did not like the show for the way it handled not taking medication. Not to mention the fact that it focused primarily on the mania, easier to glamorize the highs as opposed to the lows. The depression in bipolar is very real and dark but a one hour drama can't spend much time on something that doesn't make good TV. My question is whether it had an impact on those who do not live with mental illness in some capacity? Did it prompt you to question more? Did it give you cause for more compassion? Did it help you to understand something you knew nothing about? Or was it simply entertainment? Is it true that any press is good press? At what cost? I hope that this prompts more documentaries to be made, so the general public can get a glimpse of what really does happen in the day and the life of someone with a mental illness and those who love them.
Did you watch? What did you think?
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Support
As I poured through message boards and blogs relating to bipolar disorder, trying to decide what this week's post should be about, there was one re-occurring theme no matter what the topic......support. Whether it was a mother desperately seeking information from others who have walked in her shoes, or those who have dealt with this much longer than I have, disseminating helpful information and resources, there was so much support.
You see, it is easier for people within the "Bipolar community" to respond to one another with words of support and knowledge, but what about those who know little to nothing about this disorder? Why do we expect people to know what to say when we tell them about a week long manic episode? If the information isn't out there then we cannot have expectations. And unfortunately it is left to us, the parents to educate our family and friends. The problem is we are so knee deep in the daily turmoil that the thought of explaining it to everyone is exhausting. We would love to get out of our own heads and not think about it for that cocktail hour with friends or at the weekend dance competition, but it is always there. And what else do we have to talk about since it is what we live 24/7? I struggle with this, but without the support of those closest to us it becomes impossible to move forward.
I urge those of you who haven't told your family and friends what you are going through to do so. It isn't easy because rejection is always waiting in the wings. When I was a little girl, I worried about whether other people liked me, and whether I fit in. Hello childhood, deja vu! But this time around, I don't worry about people liking ME, I worry about my son being treated differently. It's funny, because what parent worries about telling their friends their child has a physical disease? Would you be concerned about sharing your struggle with diabetes, or cancer? Of course not, and people's reactions would reflect that. They don't tell you tough love will heal your child, or kicking him out of the house will make him better. But those are some very real and typical responses from those who have little knowledge of mental illness. And who spends their time boning up on the latest issue of 'Bipolar Monthly' if they don't need to? However we must do better because we all know someone who is quietly, painfully dealing with this in some capacity, and we could all be more compassionate. On a recent news show profiling the shortfalls in the mental health system ( a topic for another day), parents were asked to explain the difference between telling people their children had a mental illness verses a physical disease. The response was "casseroles". One woman explained that when her daughter had her appendix removed people showed up on her doorstep with food. And when her son was admitted to a psychiatric hospital that same year, silence. People just don't know what to say. It isn't your fault, mental health is so ambiguous, we don't know what to do with it emotionally, right? An appendectomy is very cut and dry, we know to be sympathetic, offer our help and time. But a mental illness can imply so many things. Does it mean a person is crazy? Do we treat them with kid gloves and walk wide circles around them? Is it easier to simply stay away?
We have to eliminate the stigma. My son did not choose to be bipolar, and medication doesn't 'cure' him. Even with medication there are set backs. I am not asking for any casseroles to be left at my doorstep. I am asking that the next time you are faced with a loved one having the courage to share the most painful parts of their lives, let them know you are going to do a little reading. Try not to give parenting advice, because parenting the average child is far different than parenting a bipolar child. Everything you know and practice gets tossed out the window. You cannot discipline bipolar away. Check in with them more often to see how they are because things can change so quickly. Life can be great one day and the next is chaos! Or vise-versa. Give them a chance to share the positives as well. And don't be offended when they don't want to talk because sometimes it takes too much effort, or nerves are so raw that a meltdown in the produce section of the grocery store is entirely possible. But don't let being afraid to say the right thing prevent you from saying anything. Your love and support is everything!
If you would like information about Bipolar Disorder or other facets of mental illness there are some wonderful organizations with very comprehensive websites such as NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) and National Institute of Mental Health and International Bipolar Foundation. For parents of bipolar kids who are looking for ways to share your story with family and friends, these websites are valuable tools to assist you. When you share your stories you will feel more vulnerable but it's that vulnerability that opens up the possibility for others to share their stories with you too. I have told my story to people I've known for a short while, and even some my whole life, and found out they too have a child or a mother or a friend who is bipolar. The more comfortable we feel, the hope is that our children feel more comfortable as well. They are the ones living with it, and we shouldn't make them feel ashamed by hiding it. We certainly do not need to divulge every private moment, but they have the right to be just as proud of themselves as any other child.
Today is my son's 18th birthday. And my birthday wish for him is to feel secure in knowing I am always here for him, during the highs and lows and every space in between, unconditionally. Although so much easier written than shown, I will continuously do what I can to help him feel supported.
Thank you for yours!
You see, it is easier for people within the "Bipolar community" to respond to one another with words of support and knowledge, but what about those who know little to nothing about this disorder? Why do we expect people to know what to say when we tell them about a week long manic episode? If the information isn't out there then we cannot have expectations. And unfortunately it is left to us, the parents to educate our family and friends. The problem is we are so knee deep in the daily turmoil that the thought of explaining it to everyone is exhausting. We would love to get out of our own heads and not think about it for that cocktail hour with friends or at the weekend dance competition, but it is always there. And what else do we have to talk about since it is what we live 24/7? I struggle with this, but without the support of those closest to us it becomes impossible to move forward.
I urge those of you who haven't told your family and friends what you are going through to do so. It isn't easy because rejection is always waiting in the wings. When I was a little girl, I worried about whether other people liked me, and whether I fit in. Hello childhood, deja vu! But this time around, I don't worry about people liking ME, I worry about my son being treated differently. It's funny, because what parent worries about telling their friends their child has a physical disease? Would you be concerned about sharing your struggle with diabetes, or cancer? Of course not, and people's reactions would reflect that. They don't tell you tough love will heal your child, or kicking him out of the house will make him better. But those are some very real and typical responses from those who have little knowledge of mental illness. And who spends their time boning up on the latest issue of 'Bipolar Monthly' if they don't need to? However we must do better because we all know someone who is quietly, painfully dealing with this in some capacity, and we could all be more compassionate. On a recent news show profiling the shortfalls in the mental health system ( a topic for another day), parents were asked to explain the difference between telling people their children had a mental illness verses a physical disease. The response was "casseroles". One woman explained that when her daughter had her appendix removed people showed up on her doorstep with food. And when her son was admitted to a psychiatric hospital that same year, silence. People just don't know what to say. It isn't your fault, mental health is so ambiguous, we don't know what to do with it emotionally, right? An appendectomy is very cut and dry, we know to be sympathetic, offer our help and time. But a mental illness can imply so many things. Does it mean a person is crazy? Do we treat them with kid gloves and walk wide circles around them? Is it easier to simply stay away?
We have to eliminate the stigma. My son did not choose to be bipolar, and medication doesn't 'cure' him. Even with medication there are set backs. I am not asking for any casseroles to be left at my doorstep. I am asking that the next time you are faced with a loved one having the courage to share the most painful parts of their lives, let them know you are going to do a little reading. Try not to give parenting advice, because parenting the average child is far different than parenting a bipolar child. Everything you know and practice gets tossed out the window. You cannot discipline bipolar away. Check in with them more often to see how they are because things can change so quickly. Life can be great one day and the next is chaos! Or vise-versa. Give them a chance to share the positives as well. And don't be offended when they don't want to talk because sometimes it takes too much effort, or nerves are so raw that a meltdown in the produce section of the grocery store is entirely possible. But don't let being afraid to say the right thing prevent you from saying anything. Your love and support is everything!
If you would like information about Bipolar Disorder or other facets of mental illness there are some wonderful organizations with very comprehensive websites such as NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) and National Institute of Mental Health and International Bipolar Foundation. For parents of bipolar kids who are looking for ways to share your story with family and friends, these websites are valuable tools to assist you. When you share your stories you will feel more vulnerable but it's that vulnerability that opens up the possibility for others to share their stories with you too. I have told my story to people I've known for a short while, and even some my whole life, and found out they too have a child or a mother or a friend who is bipolar. The more comfortable we feel, the hope is that our children feel more comfortable as well. They are the ones living with it, and we shouldn't make them feel ashamed by hiding it. We certainly do not need to divulge every private moment, but they have the right to be just as proud of themselves as any other child.
Today is my son's 18th birthday. And my birthday wish for him is to feel secure in knowing I am always here for him, during the highs and lows and every space in between, unconditionally. Although so much easier written than shown, I will continuously do what I can to help him feel supported.
Thank you for yours!
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
What Can You Expect From Me?
You can
expect me to be honest! If I'm having a bad day, I won't candy coat
it, but I will try not to drag you down with me either. My intention
for starting this blog is two fold.....I want to open the door for
others to speak freely about their experiences as parents of children
with Bipolar Disorder, regain trust in themselves and help others. It
is also a form of therapy for me. I get to write about my experiences
and hopefully help someone else in the process. Society's attitude
toward mental illness needs an overhaul. I am so tired of seeing mug
shots of young people having committed some horrendous crime and labeled
"Mentally Ill". These mug shots should not be the face of mental
illness and the only way for that to change is through US, the parents! The face of Mental Illness looks just like you and me. Statistics say one in four of you and me to be precise.
We have to share what we know about our children. It is messy, really messy, and if you are like me, most of your friends and family have no idea what you have dealt with. But not sharing is isolating and lonely. And you know you are in trouble when you seek comfort in that loneliness! So little by little, let's lift ourselves out of the loneliness, because we are a community really, a community of parents who just want our children to find some balance, our families to find some peace, and our lives to regain a sliver of "normal".....a state of existence that seems to elude us. What is "normal" anyway? It is all relative isn't it?
I've wanted to start this blog for quite a while, but kept waiting for the perfect time. I wanted to have a complete story to tell, but I have finally realized this story will never be complete. I don't have a happy ending tied up with a pretty bow, I have a series of beginnings and endings called 24 hour days. Yes my friends, as I'm sure most of you do, we live day to day. Nothing is finite, with bipolar disorder, except the expectation of change. So, can we as parents of bipolar kids change anything? Can we change people's perceptions? Can we change how we cope? Can we change legislation? That's a biggy! But yes, I think so.
Please share what is working for you and your children. Even if it is only for a week, or a month because what may not work for one could possibly work for another. There is no single approach to treating bipolar disorder. We all have something to offer one another, and there is something to be said for safety in numbers. If you have a local event or support group to share, please post it.
My future posts will focus on a single topic each time. And if you have any suggestions I would be happy to hear them. Thank you for giving me your precious time.
Ride safely,
Colleen
We have to share what we know about our children. It is messy, really messy, and if you are like me, most of your friends and family have no idea what you have dealt with. But not sharing is isolating and lonely. And you know you are in trouble when you seek comfort in that loneliness! So little by little, let's lift ourselves out of the loneliness, because we are a community really, a community of parents who just want our children to find some balance, our families to find some peace, and our lives to regain a sliver of "normal".....a state of existence that seems to elude us. What is "normal" anyway? It is all relative isn't it?
I've wanted to start this blog for quite a while, but kept waiting for the perfect time. I wanted to have a complete story to tell, but I have finally realized this story will never be complete. I don't have a happy ending tied up with a pretty bow, I have a series of beginnings and endings called 24 hour days. Yes my friends, as I'm sure most of you do, we live day to day. Nothing is finite, with bipolar disorder, except the expectation of change. So, can we as parents of bipolar kids change anything? Can we change people's perceptions? Can we change how we cope? Can we change legislation? That's a biggy! But yes, I think so.
Please share what is working for you and your children. Even if it is only for a week, or a month because what may not work for one could possibly work for another. There is no single approach to treating bipolar disorder. We all have something to offer one another, and there is something to be said for safety in numbers. If you have a local event or support group to share, please post it.
My future posts will focus on a single topic each time. And if you have any suggestions I would be happy to hear them. Thank you for giving me your precious time.
Ride safely,
Colleen
What's My Story?
I am a
wife, a mom of three and a woman trying to navigate the twists and turns
of the roller-coaster that is Bipolar Disorder. My son was diagnosed
as Bipolar at age 16, and life before his diagnosis was rough enough,
not understanding the severity, we were unprepared for life after
diagnosis. In order to appreciate my perspective on Bipolar Disorder,
I'd like to give you some background. This, I do not share lightly, it
is terribly private and painful, but in order to help another mom or dad
struggling with sharing their own experiences with family and friends, I
let you in........
I wrote that first paragraph almost one month ago with quite an in depth explanation of my son's experiences but as I got about half way through I stopped. I thought I stopped because it was so painful to write, but I realized that I was telling my son's story and not mine. I wasn't doing him justice as a whole person. So I have shelved that version, and instead give you my fairly abbreviated story.
As most mothers, I had goals and expectations for my children when they were born. Anything seemed possible, the world was their oyster and I was going to do whatever it took to stay on course. Are you laughing yet? Stay on course? Who did I think I was having a plan as if I was in control? Having a child who is Bipolar altered our course long before a diagnosis, and I m having a very difficult time accepting this. Our quiet, pre-fixed menu of a life has been shaken like a snow globe in the hands of a two year old. But if I'm honest with myself, there were always little shake ups along the way, having nothing to do with Bipolar Disorder, that threw us off course, not part of my design but certainly in God's master plan. It was simply life at work.
My son turns 18 this month and I am scared to death. Most people would say I should be relieved that he has to take more responsibility for himself and his own life. But I don't feel that way because I am his mom first and foremost and I want to protect him from the decisions that can hurt him. You see, he has already made some dangerous and painful decisions in his short life that have set him back academically, economically, emotionally and socially. This mental illness, a term I'm not all together comfortable using, has robbed him of sound decision making, and social inclusion and self confidence. Now, I'm completely aware that most teenagers do not make sound decisions, in fact we can pretty much anticipate it throughout their teens and early twenties! But Bipolar Disorder goes above and beyond because it tricks the mind into believing they know it all, they are experts in all matters, and carry a false bravado that makes them feel even more invincible than most teens do. They have many ideas in the wee hours of the morning that never see fruition, and then the depression from the isolation they feel within takes hold, along with anger that is often unapologetic because it is too painful to revisit. This is the "Bipolar Coaster" I ride daily. This is the roller coaster many parents of Bipolar children have no choice but to ride. To say that Bipolar Disorder has thrown us off course is an understatement. What does my son's future look like? I really do not have a clue anymore, but I know he wants one. And I have learned to live day by day. Well that's not entirely true, I AM LEARNING TO LIVE DAY BY DAY. I only have the day that is in front of me, and I only have control of my own actions in regard to my son's bipolar disorder. My husband is much further along in this process than I am, attribute it to the apron string theory I suppose. I feel that if I let go, then I'm sending my son the message that I no longer care, as screwy as that sounds. If you do not have a child who is Bipolar you do not know how frightening it is that they now have control of their own lives. My son has chosen not to live with us. That choice was painful enough to accept, but the thought of him not taking medication, ending up homeless, and misunderstood by the authorities is more than I can bare. I do worry about him driving at night, and doing well in school and dating the right girl but these concerns pale in comparison I'm afraid.
For all of the pain I've experienced, I relish in the moments I have with my son that are raw and honest and light. He is extremely bright and funny and I hope as he matures and feels more comfortable in his diagnosis ( a diagnosis he rejects at the moment) more of these beautiful traits and gifts will show themselves. He is creative, and needs to give himself more credit for his accomplishments which are measured differently now as well, but that is all part of this new "path" my family is on. I'd like to say that I have evolved and my experiences have allowed me to see only what is important in life, and that I no longer "sweat the small stuff". Nope, I'm still a control freak, who just this morning gave my youngest daughter a hard time about the shoes she paired with her dress. Petty as that is, it is a small reminder that I'm still a mom of three, and no one's lives are stopping for me. My other kids need me to be their mom, and while I have days when my bed is the only comfort I seek, and I want desperately to turn back the clock, I cannot let my life be lived without me. I am a work in progress.........
I wrote that first paragraph almost one month ago with quite an in depth explanation of my son's experiences but as I got about half way through I stopped. I thought I stopped because it was so painful to write, but I realized that I was telling my son's story and not mine. I wasn't doing him justice as a whole person. So I have shelved that version, and instead give you my fairly abbreviated story.
As most mothers, I had goals and expectations for my children when they were born. Anything seemed possible, the world was their oyster and I was going to do whatever it took to stay on course. Are you laughing yet? Stay on course? Who did I think I was having a plan as if I was in control? Having a child who is Bipolar altered our course long before a diagnosis, and I m having a very difficult time accepting this. Our quiet, pre-fixed menu of a life has been shaken like a snow globe in the hands of a two year old. But if I'm honest with myself, there were always little shake ups along the way, having nothing to do with Bipolar Disorder, that threw us off course, not part of my design but certainly in God's master plan. It was simply life at work.
My son turns 18 this month and I am scared to death. Most people would say I should be relieved that he has to take more responsibility for himself and his own life. But I don't feel that way because I am his mom first and foremost and I want to protect him from the decisions that can hurt him. You see, he has already made some dangerous and painful decisions in his short life that have set him back academically, economically, emotionally and socially. This mental illness, a term I'm not all together comfortable using, has robbed him of sound decision making, and social inclusion and self confidence. Now, I'm completely aware that most teenagers do not make sound decisions, in fact we can pretty much anticipate it throughout their teens and early twenties! But Bipolar Disorder goes above and beyond because it tricks the mind into believing they know it all, they are experts in all matters, and carry a false bravado that makes them feel even more invincible than most teens do. They have many ideas in the wee hours of the morning that never see fruition, and then the depression from the isolation they feel within takes hold, along with anger that is often unapologetic because it is too painful to revisit. This is the "Bipolar Coaster" I ride daily. This is the roller coaster many parents of Bipolar children have no choice but to ride. To say that Bipolar Disorder has thrown us off course is an understatement. What does my son's future look like? I really do not have a clue anymore, but I know he wants one. And I have learned to live day by day. Well that's not entirely true, I AM LEARNING TO LIVE DAY BY DAY. I only have the day that is in front of me, and I only have control of my own actions in regard to my son's bipolar disorder. My husband is much further along in this process than I am, attribute it to the apron string theory I suppose. I feel that if I let go, then I'm sending my son the message that I no longer care, as screwy as that sounds. If you do not have a child who is Bipolar you do not know how frightening it is that they now have control of their own lives. My son has chosen not to live with us. That choice was painful enough to accept, but the thought of him not taking medication, ending up homeless, and misunderstood by the authorities is more than I can bare. I do worry about him driving at night, and doing well in school and dating the right girl but these concerns pale in comparison I'm afraid.
For all of the pain I've experienced, I relish in the moments I have with my son that are raw and honest and light. He is extremely bright and funny and I hope as he matures and feels more comfortable in his diagnosis ( a diagnosis he rejects at the moment) more of these beautiful traits and gifts will show themselves. He is creative, and needs to give himself more credit for his accomplishments which are measured differently now as well, but that is all part of this new "path" my family is on. I'd like to say that I have evolved and my experiences have allowed me to see only what is important in life, and that I no longer "sweat the small stuff". Nope, I'm still a control freak, who just this morning gave my youngest daughter a hard time about the shoes she paired with her dress. Petty as that is, it is a small reminder that I'm still a mom of three, and no one's lives are stopping for me. My other kids need me to be their mom, and while I have days when my bed is the only comfort I seek, and I want desperately to turn back the clock, I cannot let my life be lived without me. I am a work in progress.........
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