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I have started working on the next installment of my Walt Disney World Homeschool Days trip report, and will have it in the next day or so. Since I process the pictures of that day as I write it, and because I take so many pictures, it takes me a while to go through them as well as live a fully functional life, too. I am glad I take so many pictures though, as it is a great jog to my cloudy memory. Since I don’t have much on Disney today, I wanted to share another great Disney blog with lots of awesome info. I really liked today’s post so I am sharing it here. Great tips on how to RUIN your Disney vacation, and after hearing a lot of people complain after their trip, I would say they did most of the things on the list NOT to do. Thanks, Ken from Chip & Company for letting me link. https://www.chipandco.com/2011/11/five-ways-to-ruin-a-walt-disney-world-vacation/54604/
In other things besides Disney, today has been a weird day. First there was the doctor’s appointment I was sure I had today that I got up to get ready for, to only find out upon arrival that it is tomorrow.
Then there were the tornado watches and warnings. Sirens in November! Thunderstorms, heavy rain and a freaked out kid. A really freaked out kid. She hates all things that go boom and after the tornadoes that have done so much destruction this year throughout the south, she was worse than ever. Forget any school work, all she wanted was the weather radio, the phone with the new scanner app I downloaded and me downstairs with her as long as the storm raged on. I was not fast enough for her though in her pleas to get downstairs, and in a moment of divine intervention, K sits down immediately and bows her head to pray. And pray she does. Her young face squinched so tight, as if she thought any eye opening would void her prayer.
Once she is done, she looks up with a new calm and goes to the kitchen and makes herself and her brother quesadillas. It’s a miracle! Yay! Thank God…she is calmer and we came through that untouched. No big freak out, no need for medication. But I speak too soon.
Just because we made it through one emotionally charged moment so far today doesn’t mean we will make it through another. And we don’t. Who knows what is said, what starts the cycle but BAM! What at one moment was a child who found comfort in prayer and was able to calm herself, the next moment we were in the middle of a manic rage where I was once again relegated to the worse mother in the world position; everything in her life is horrible; everyone in my life hates me; and so on. After 40 minutes, and finally the medication I should have given her earlier at the onset of the storm, she is apologetic and loving. Ever so sweet. Ever so clingy.
I have a bipolar child. I live a bipolar life. I have a bipolar family. I grew up in a bipolar way. You have heard of bipolar illness. Or the illness formerly known as Manic Depression. Characterized by highs and lows. Even higher highs with even lower lows. Moments of genius, moments of despair. https://mentalhealth.gov/health/publications/bipolar-disorder/complete-index.shtml
It can be controlled, but certain periods of life are harder than others. My opinion is that while it also is a chemical imbalance, when the body’s other chemicals are imbalanced, the illness will be more pronounced; like during adolescence, or postpartum period for women. I don’t know though, I’m no doctor; no scientist. I’m just someone who has lived around this disorder her whole life. It isn’t uncommon. More people you know have it than you think. Here’s a list (or three) of a few famous people that suffer with it, many you would never have even imagined.
I know if I was anywhere on their radar, NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness https://www.nami.org/) would be very upset with me that I titled this blog posting Wacky Wednesday, as it is completely not politically correct to say bipolar and wacky anywhere near each other, but I am. It is wacky. Or just plain whack. Whatever. Who cares if I am not politically correct?! It is wacky that we are made to feel ashamed of mental illness and that health care covers so little compared to what they do for physical maladies.
My child, and others like her, feel ashamed of their illness. Or they don’t get the care they need so they turn to alcohol, drugs, sex. Anything to take away the hysteria in their head. How many Hollywood stars can you think of that went to ‘rehab’ when clearly their issues were mental? Why can’t we call a spade a spade?! It is a wacky Wednesday because I don’t see it ending any time soon. That is what is insane. Not my child. Not me.