Um I use it as sympathy usually. In this case it was for both parties and OMG THE KIDS.
Despite all the things that have happened in my life, I am so glad my son is sane, and happy. Of course, with bipolar you either "get" (and substance abuse) that you can try your hardest and do the best you can, or you can screw up the lives of everyone you touch.
I don't know what gives that sort of person a "conscience" or a "soul" or whatever one might call it, but it is something that is there, or it isn't. I just knew there was stuff I HAD to do. I made mistakes and I suffered, A lot but you start with SOMETHING and your bedfellows and friends either nurture it...Or not.
But, I have to believe that at some point no matter how hazy, well, you get to decide. And probably more than once.
I will also note that the 60s were not particularly progressive when it came to BP or any other mental health treatment.
Depression is hard for the Bipolar person. Mania is ALSO hard for the bipolar person but the caregivers well, it's like, you NOTICE the symptoms more.
I believe I should like pull out the chapter on "The Day I Bought my Son a Ferret and post it." LOL, Mr. A was not happy that day, dude.
Yup, hospitalized shortly thereafter. When your husband says, "The day you bring a ferret into the house, I am leaving it," well, the solution is NOT to buy an Amish playhouse and think, "I am most certain I can talk him into figuring out the heating and cooling. ALL the sucky pets can live there! The worms in the terrarium! The parakeets! The Lizards! It can be like, a menagerie, a sort of stationary Noah's Ark of Sorts!" well, that's not sound reasoning. Your husband will not be pleased, especially when you EXPLAIN. And you're like "I"mma gonna need to like have you run electricity to it. It's getting COLD you know." Honestly though, no one in my life gets too fed up anymore. I am old and like, well, lithiated. But you have to find your way and if you are lucky, those who love you can help.
But really, many illnesses are like this. Just plain DREADFUL. I mean, I give me 50 bipolar folks over an autistic and a schizophrenic child." Etc.
Also I would love it if 50 or 90 or however many years from now, there were no stigma for ANY of this because it can be treated genetically. I don't consider my bipolar "adds" to my personality or anything like that. I consider it an illness that when left untreated usually SUBTRACTS considerably.
It is also not a demon not really like a GOAT. Like the goat (I have found a goat Stallion on Auction I really want to have delivered to this guy) or a loser (like this dude.) If we are lucky the goat stallion will castrate him and that particular gene pool would end.
Believe me as a bipolar person I am not about making excuses for not doing what you should. I am also not above having a TON of sympathy about the shoes I am going to guess if she was TRULY MANIC they were too much exactly like the holy grail (no lie) to NOT buy. That happened to me with a Mac along with the Amish house, it was too awesome to not purchase." So, I kind of "get" it. Mania is a lot like being on all the worst psychedelics combined, like.
The shoes should have been returned but that was not her job if she was insane, it was his. Although I do remember telling Mr. A to return everything but the ferret (who wound up at the ex's) but he was too much of a softy. I had just aborted our first and only child due to a really severe medication reaction I was not having a Fun Time. He probably wasn't either.
And I really just wanted my baby, but that was no longer on offer after the drugs I had to take to stave off a lethal allergic reaction which also made me a tad manic.
So, I just consider every young lady I work with to be my adoptive daughter, and treat her with love, no matter who she is and what she needs. It's a lot better than dwelling on the biological daughter I could NOT have. Life is what you make it, but I don't know who/why/when you make it/don't make it.
I ONLY KNOW ABOUT GOATS AND IF EVERYONE BOUGHT A GOAT and DELIVERED it to this guy, his homestead and all within would be eaten within minutes. The goats would find a way to put his head on a pike.
Anna
Despite all the things that have happened in my life, I am so glad my son is sane, and happy. Of course, with bipolar you either "get" (and substance abuse) that you can try your hardest and do the best you can, or you can screw up the lives of everyone you touch.
I don't know what gives that sort of person a "conscience" or a "soul" or whatever one might call it, but it is something that is there, or it isn't. I just knew there was stuff I HAD to do. I made mistakes and I suffered, A lot but you start with SOMETHING and your bedfellows and friends either nurture it...Or not.
But, I have to believe that at some point no matter how hazy, well, you get to decide. And probably more than once.
I will also note that the 60s were not particularly progressive when it came to BP or any other mental health treatment.
Depression is hard for the Bipolar person. Mania is ALSO hard for the bipolar person but the caregivers well, it's like, you NOTICE the symptoms more.
I believe I should like pull out the chapter on "The Day I Bought my Son a Ferret and post it." LOL, Mr. A was not happy that day, dude.
Yup, hospitalized shortly thereafter. When your husband says, "The day you bring a ferret into the house, I am leaving it," well, the solution is NOT to buy an Amish playhouse and think, "I am most certain I can talk him into figuring out the heating and cooling. ALL the sucky pets can live there! The worms in the terrarium! The parakeets! The Lizards! It can be like, a menagerie, a sort of stationary Noah's Ark of Sorts!" well, that's not sound reasoning. Your husband will not be pleased, especially when you EXPLAIN. And you're like "I"mma gonna need to like have you run electricity to it. It's getting COLD you know." Honestly though, no one in my life gets too fed up anymore. I am old and like, well, lithiated. But you have to find your way and if you are lucky, those who love you can help.
But really, many illnesses are like this. Just plain DREADFUL. I mean, I give me 50 bipolar folks over an autistic and a schizophrenic child." Etc.
Also I would love it if 50 or 90 or however many years from now, there were no stigma for ANY of this because it can be treated genetically. I don't consider my bipolar "adds" to my personality or anything like that. I consider it an illness that when left untreated usually SUBTRACTS considerably.
It is also not a demon not really like a GOAT. Like the goat (I have found a goat Stallion on Auction I really want to have delivered to this guy) or a loser (like this dude.) If we are lucky the goat stallion will castrate him and that particular gene pool would end.
Believe me as a bipolar person I am not about making excuses for not doing what you should. I am also not above having a TON of sympathy about the shoes I am going to guess if she was TRULY MANIC they were too much exactly like the holy grail (no lie) to NOT buy. That happened to me with a Mac along with the Amish house, it was too awesome to not purchase." So, I kind of "get" it. Mania is a lot like being on all the worst psychedelics combined, like.
The shoes should have been returned but that was not her job if she was insane, it was his. Although I do remember telling Mr. A to return everything but the ferret (who wound up at the ex's) but he was too much of a softy. I had just aborted our first and only child due to a really severe medication reaction I was not having a Fun Time. He probably wasn't either.
And I really just wanted my baby, but that was no longer on offer after the drugs I had to take to stave off a lethal allergic reaction which also made me a tad manic.
So, I just consider every young lady I work with to be my adoptive daughter, and treat her with love, no matter who she is and what she needs. It's a lot better than dwelling on the biological daughter I could NOT have. Life is what you make it, but I don't know who/why/when you make it/don't make it.
I ONLY KNOW ABOUT GOATS AND IF EVERYONE BOUGHT A GOAT and DELIVERED it to this guy, his homestead and all within would be eaten within minutes. The goats would find a way to put his head on a pike.
Anna