When the psychiatrist first gave us the list of diagnoses, I was a little stunned. “You see four different diagnoses here, just in one day’s time?” “Well, yes. Based on his history and everything we have seen, it’s clear. The good news is, now that we know, we can treat these conditions. Let’s make a… Continue reading Finding A Treatment Plan That Works
This is the post I never, ever thought I would have to write. My youngest son, my sweet, loving, cuddly, animal loving, energetic, fun-loving ten-year-old boy, is mentally ill. It shouldn’t feel so different. After an autism diagnosis, two anxiety disorder diagnosis, an ADHD diagnosis, an autoimmune disease diagnosis, and a panic disorder diagnosis, you… Continue reading When Your Child Has A Mental Illness
“It feels like our lives are totally out of control. And there is nothing I can do about it,” my husband replied. I looked at my son’s doctor, wondering what she might say. She looked down at her paper and wrote something. I glanced at my husband, and gave him a weak smile. “He’s not… Continue reading The Constant Vigilance Of Parenting A Child With Special Needs
Lately, it seems like my youngest son is slipping away from us, one mood episode at a time. There are moments, hours, and even days when things are good. Just last week, he was able to travel for Thanksgiving, see our family, and have so much fun with his cousin. It was wonderful. It was… Continue reading My Child Has A Mental Illness
The last six months have been a haze of doctors’ offices, medications, meltdowns and unexplained illnesses for my youngest son. He has received several different, significant diagnoses in this time frame. He has been treated according to the standard protocol for each of these diagnoses. Nothing has worked. As a result, after a very serious… Continue reading Misdiagnosis – When Doctors Don’t Have Answers
My son snuggled against me, on the beige leather couch, trying to get comfortable and forget the sensory sensation of his legs sticking to the fabric. “Sweet boy,” I murmured, and smoothed his unruly hair. The psychiatrist was instructing us in all the things. The medications we needed to try. The possible side effects. The… Continue reading My Son Is A Child, Not A Bipolar Diagnosis
Lately, there has been no escape from the endless lists. Of symptoms Of medications Of side effects Of doctors appointments Of helpful books to read Of therapists to see Of other people who have struggled with the same differences and grew up to be perfectly amazing Of diagnoses Of educational options Of future possibilities for… Continue reading My Children Are More Than Their Differences
“How are you doing?” the psychologist asked, after his session with my son. I am asked this a lot lately. By sweet friends. By my family. By my husband. By many of you. I am grateful that I am asked. But I am never really sure how to respond. The last few weeks (really months)… Continue reading What Do I Do Now That My Child Has A Diagnosis?