About our Daughter
I am mother to four wonderful daughters, ages 17, 19, 21, and 23, and wife to the greatest husband on earth. God has given us a special child to raise one who was diagnosed with early-onset bipolar disorder at the age of seven, though she showed signs of it from the age of fifteen months. She also has ADHD, Sensory Integration Disorder (sensory seeking), Dyslexia, and Non-Verbal Learning Disorder-NOS, all typical comorbidities for a bipolar child. In spite of the trials, she enjoys lacrosse, running (finished her first marathon in October of 2014!), and reading and writing her own books. I will share with you the many joys and sorrows we have faced and will face in the future with the hope that you may find better understanding about this mental illness caused by both chemical and structural abnormalities in the brain. I desire that you will be encouraged by this blog if you are also dealing with a bipolar child. Thank you for reading and sharing in our journey.
How Did You Know She Was Bipolar So Young?
I wrote a long explanation of how we came to this bipolar diagnosis in a child so young under my post of March 19th of 2009. If your child or a child you know bears similarities, please seek out a good psychiatrist and don't wait for "things to get better." Often they will simply get worse, and the longer a child is unmedicated, the more damage their brain can accrue. Early diagnoses and treatment are key to providing these children with a chance at a successful life later as a teen and an adult.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sometimes She Really Surprises Me
Just when I thought that any compassion toward me had left Caroline, she proved me wrong by an extraordinary showing of concern. I fell down the stairs this morning, carrying a load of laundry, and hit my tailbone so hard I thought for sure I had broken something. She came flying around the corner to help me up, got ice without being asked, escorted me upstairs to my bed, brought me her phone so I could call her if I needed anything, then proceeded to go downstairs, clean the whole kitchen (with my apron on!) and made up a check list of what she could do for me. She even brought me ibuprofen and water all on her own. When I made it back downstairs hours later, the kitchen was spotless. She can be so sweet sometimes, and industrious, if it is a mission she takes on that she really wants to do. I just wish she was like this all the time.
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