Friday, July 8, 2011

It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To!

                
Birthday parties! Nothing elicits more excitement, anticipation and squeals of delight from a child, with the exception of Christmas, but birthday parties are a very close second. Kids begin planning and daydreaming about their big day months and months in advance, usually long before your wallet and nerves have recovered from the last birthday party. They plan out their invite list, which is typically extraordinarily long and they plan the theme and activities. When the big day gets close they start doing a countdown, and by close I mean 8 months away! This is exactly how it unfolded in my home for both of my daughters but the end result was very different for my youngest child. 

She would send out numerous invitations to children in the neighborhood, children at school, children from after school care and children she barely knew. As the day approached she would become so excited with the biggest smile on her face, and any mention of her party or purchase of anything for the party, no matter how small it was, would send her into an excited little happy dance, with little squeals of excitement.
When the big day finally arrived, the house was decorated with bright, colorful streamers and balloons and there were bowls of various candies, chips, dips and various goodies set out on the table along with theme table cloth, napkins, cups and plates – all ready for all the little party-goers. Sitting on the couch, wearing the cutest outfit she could find and a party hat with cascades of long brown curls flowing from beneath it, she waited. I would look out the window every so often to see if I saw anyone driving aimlessly passed the house and then look at my watch. As time went on, her big grin was replaced with a look of concern and she would finally ask, “What time is it, mommy?”
When it became evident nobody was coming she was beside herself; still wearing her party hat, surrounded by festive streamers and balloons, her mood was in stark contrast to her surroundings-she sobbed uncontrollably. It was so heartbreaking! I scrambled and called anybody I knew that had children. I called friends and neighbors that I knew had children, no matter their age and sent my oldest daughter and two teenage stepsons out to round up their friends quickly. So, about an hour and a half later than planned, and with no presents other than what her dad and I bought her, she was surrounded by children, laughing, playing and having a wonderful time.
This happened a couple years in a row until her dad and I finally began inviting our friends to come over and bring their children, still allowing our little girl to invite whomever she wanted, but making sure we had ‘backup kids’ just in case. It’s a good thing we did this because we would have run into the same situation again and again or have only one child show up.
Friendships have always been difficult for her.  She became aggressive towards her friends or just ‘mean’ and they didn’t want to play with her again and the
child’s parent didn’t want their child around her. They used her as an example of how not to act and labeled her a bad kid.

Anytime she made a new friend she would get so excited and latch on immediately, skipping  the getting to know them part and ask if they could spend the night, proclaiming they are best friends within minutes of meeting. It never lasted long and many times would dissolve within an hour, leading to tears and my child upset that she doesn’t have friends.  I also lost friendships and had bad blood between neighbors over her moods/behavior because I got angry when people would say rude things or assume she did something because “you know it’s something she would do”…well, that doesn’t mean she did it! I actually had one neighbor tell me she was going to have her son beat my kindergarten aged daughter up because “she’s a bad kid…you know she is”!  Her son was 4 years older, much heavier and about 8 - 10 inches taller than her! I informed her that as soon as he laid a hand on my daughter my step son would beat him up – my step son who was 3 years older than him and had about the same height and weight advantage on her kid that he had on my daughter. Not the best way to handle it but I prevented her from getting pummeled by the bigger, older neighbor kid.
As a teenager, friendships and relationships are still hard for her to maintain. She absolutely adores someone one minute and hates them with a vengeance the next. She says mean, hurtful things and very quickly regrets it and apologizes but after doing this so many times, eventually the friendships dissolve on pretty bad terms, leaving her depressed, sometimes spiraling into suicidal thoughts and almost always cutting to ‘feel better’. It’s a never ending cycle she goes through with friendships, and with boyfriends and the dissolution of these relationships is always very hard on her, leaving her feeling overwhelmed with guilt because she knows she said or did things to bring it about.

She desperately wants good, close, long-lasting friendships and a long-term boyfriend and I desperately want it for her. I’m really hoping that with some good talk-therapy and behavior modification as well as her medications that this will become a reality. She deserves to love and be loved in return. I want her to be madly in love with someone who loves her in return, get married and have her own little girl who squeals with delight and does a happy dance at the thought of her own birthday party.

Wishing you balance.
~Melissa

Monday, July 4, 2011

Behind the Blog

I am a single mother to two beautiful teenage daughters, an adorable Jack Russell Terrier and one senile old kitty cat. I work full time outside of the home and also slowly chip away at courses to (finally) obtain my college degree. A decade long break has drawn the process out but I have been plugging away at it steadily every semester for a couple of years now and can actually see my cap and gown very faintly off in the distance now.

 I am a lover of all things 80's, a music fanatic (all genres with the exception of whiny old country and most rap, with an inclination towards what is now sadly known as "classic" rock), a graphic design hobbyist and psychology junkie. I just can't learn enough to get my fill.

 I have been interested in psychology since I was in grade school. I remember the teachers' question, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" always garnered similar and expected responses from the children such as the little boys who wanted to be a fireman or police officer or the little girls who wanted to be ballerinas, veterinarians and teachers. My response of "child psychologist" elicited more bewildered looks than the child who said he was going to be a rock star, as if my career goal was more far-fetched than his!  I forgot all about that career goal as I got a little older and fell in line with the norm, longing to be an interior designer and later a school teacher. 

My long forgotten love of psychology came rushing back to me after I took my first college psychology course. I was instantly drawn in and fell in love. I couldn't get enough of it! The material came easily to me and I took every psychology course I could. I researched and read various psychology textbooks, journals and research studies just for the fun of it. Little did I know what a big role psychology would later play in my life and the life of my youngest child or how vital the knowledge I gained would turn out to be in my fight for the well being of my little girl.

My youngest daughter, who is now almost 15, has Juvenile Bipolar Disorder (Bipolar 1, mixed episodes with ultra-rapid cycling and at times ultradian cycling) and several comorbid conditions that often come as a package deal with Bipolar Disorder in children.
  • Bipolar Disorder
  • ADHD
  • PTSD
  • ODD
  • OCD
  • Panic Disorder
  • Social Anxiety Disorder
This is our journey...
Wishing you balance.
~Melissa