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, January 27, 2010
Not Doing Well
That would be Caroline, and me, and everyone as a result. She is declaring that she hates her school, doesn't want to go back, didn't go today, had the biggest meltdown in a long time last night, and is acting very depressed and very agitated. I am freaking out. I freaked out at her today, at everyone really. I am experiencing the PTSD from having this happen year after year at the same point in the year, really, a total deja vu of the worst kind. She does well through the fall, then tanks in January or February, the social situation at school becomes untenable, and she ends up hospitalized and falling behind academically. And Bill and I and the rest of the family end up traumatized too. I feel like I am becoming unglued, while watching her become unglued. This is not a good place to be in. The weight of her illness and inability to stay in one school for a whole year crushes me, even as I am trying to help my other three navigate their lives too. Tears tonight, a lot of tears. I don't know whether the increase in the Lamictal will solve her instability, or if this is more that she really hates this school environment. I am exhausted emotionally. Bill threatened to take her to the psych hospital in Richmond if she didn't stop acting so out of control. That was a bad move. She lost it at that utterance. God, please help my daughter and us as a family!
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