January 9, 2006
My husband and I returned home yesterday evening. It was a long weekend and a beautiful funeral.
I think the kids enjoyed having Grammy and Poppy stay with them - the little ones, especially. My oldest, however, told me that she now understands a lot about me and why I am the way I am. She said she spent the 1st 16 years of her life thinking her grandparents were the coolest people on the planet and that I am just pathetically out of touch, but now she's found out she was wrong and she feels betrayed. She also said she felt like she was in a 24/7 therapy session. I guess that means they wouldn't let her take the car out alone or go online or get that industrial piercing or any of the things that she's not allowed to do just now. LOL! Thanks, Mom & Dad.
She started taking Prozac Saturday morning. Right now it's a very low dose - 10mg per day. Hopefully it will work for her. I don't really like playing the "let's experiment until we find the right drug" game, but what else are you gonna do? Nothing else has been working. And I know (hope) that she won't have to be on it forever, just until she can learn to live normally without it.
This morning was touch and go. She was very cranky and argumentative, trying to pick fights over little things. I'm just too tired to play along. I think that was making her mad, too. It's no fun to fight alone.
Our first family session is today. I hope it goes well. I have no idea what to expect from it. I'd like them to tell us that she's been cured and is all better and will send her home with us to live our happily ever after ... but I know that won't happen. Not just yet, anyway.
I think the kids enjoyed having Grammy and Poppy stay with them - the little ones, especially. My oldest, however, told me that she now understands a lot about me and why I am the way I am. She said she spent the 1st 16 years of her life thinking her grandparents were the coolest people on the planet and that I am just pathetically out of touch, but now she's found out she was wrong and she feels betrayed. She also said she felt like she was in a 24/7 therapy session. I guess that means they wouldn't let her take the car out alone or go online or get that industrial piercing or any of the things that she's not allowed to do just now. LOL! Thanks, Mom & Dad.
She started taking Prozac Saturday morning. Right now it's a very low dose - 10mg per day. Hopefully it will work for her. I don't really like playing the "let's experiment until we find the right drug" game, but what else are you gonna do? Nothing else has been working. And I know (hope) that she won't have to be on it forever, just until she can learn to live normally without it.
This morning was touch and go. She was very cranky and argumentative, trying to pick fights over little things. I'm just too tired to play along. I think that was making her mad, too. It's no fun to fight alone.
Our first family session is today. I hope it goes well. I have no idea what to expect from it. I'd like them to tell us that she's been cured and is all better and will send her home with us to live our happily ever after ... but I know that won't happen. Not just yet, anyway.
posted by Leisl | 8:28 AM
2 Comments:
I have stumbled upon your blog, purely by accident and I can't tell you how great it is to have found someone who is experiencing what I am.
Like you, this is very new to my family. My 14 year old daughter has been cutting since October. It has been very emotional for all of us. She has been on a low dose of Prozac for a month. It has helped.
I feel your pain and your sadness at not being able to reach them, that they are just so deep inside that we can't go there. Like your daughter, mine is outgoing, charming, musical and very talented.
Part of my sadness is not knowing that she was sinking so low. She is my third child and I didn't realize that she was suffering so much. I just thought that the things she was going through were normal.
Thank you for your journal. I will read it and probably shed some tears as I have already done.
Thank you.
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