A blog for anyone who needs to know they are not alone in raising a bipolar child.
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.
Never change, start or stop a medication without the approval of your child's physician!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A Milestone
Last night, while wrestling with my nine-year old over homework, Caroline came downstairs and asked if she could talk to me. I went into the living room, where she held out her cell phone and told me she wanted me to take it from her because she realized she couldn't handle the temptations that came with it. Crying, she explained that she couldn't resist talking to a boy from school and that the conversations were going in the wrong direction. She would rather not have a cell phone than fall into the trap she fell into last fall. What a moment! I hugged her and told her how proud of her I was and how mature she was. I certainly wouldn't have had that kind of self-control at her age. She said she felt like the youth group retreat really helped her to remember what life was all about and her commitment to purity. This was a shining moment in an otherwise dark day for me. The homework battle with Mae has begun, adding a lot of stress to my afternoon and evening, but at least I am not battling her ALL day.
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Wow! How mature of Caroline. You must be proud. Do you get the Wrightslaw newsletter? They just had an article about homework battles. It was a great reminder to me.
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