Something has to trigger me to talk about Bipolar Disorder. I don’t like to discuss it because it makes me feel sick inside — physically ill. I will take my night medications and get a little panicky because I am certain that if I don’t fall asleep shortly after, I am going to vomit them up. The valproic acid alone causes a slight burning sensation down my esophagus as If I swallowed a milliliter of icy/hot.
I have a friend who reads my blog, so after they read this I just might be out that friend. But just as she could be open and honest, this is me being open and honest. My friend is doing a rotation in child psychology. It’s tough on her because she feels she lacks the empathy for it. That is understandable because I lack empathy for drug addicts; we all have our thing. What triggered me though was when we were talking about it and I was suggesting a tip to fake the empathy until she’s out of it, she uses her sister as why she cannot feel for these troubled kids. She loves her sister as much as the average human being loves their family members, but she couldn’t always “handle her crap”.
I regret ever having commented on her post because even though I am not her sister and the fact she’s also telling me she feels nothing towards these kids, that was like a slap to the face. And then deepening the blow by saying that mental health needs people who “really, really care” and have “endless patience”. No, we don’t need mothers, thank you. We need understanding Doctors, Nurses, Health Techs, etc. The counselors and psychotherapists should care, yes. But we need clinical just like any other person on this planet that has a health condition.
Give anyone endless patience and they’ll run all over you. You have to give them boundaries and rules and show them as much as they can get frustrated, so can you. Walking on eggshells is bullshit and people really need to understand that. We are all human, mental disorder or not.
We don’t want your pity, we don’t want to be coddled. We want you to understand that we are human. Fucked up and sick sometimes, we are still humans with real emotions and deserve being treated as well as the next person. We are not our disease.
- That Fork in the Road (combatbabe.com)
- Coping with a Child’s Bipolar Disorder and Childproofing Your Home (pattidudek.typepad.com)
- Bipolar Disorder: Woman’s Battle, Misunderstood Stigma (prweb.com)