@Former-Member, her day went well. She travelled safely, with her worst complaint being that she got a bit bored. The psychiatrist is ambivalent about whether or not an admission would be helpful, and is of the mind that the psychotic episodes are trauma related, so she's adjusted the doses of some existing medications for a two week trial period.
So I've got my "me-time" day back, which is a relief. And she'll be around for the party and its lead-up.
I'd put off posting about yesterday because I am really tired. Younger Daughter's doctors appointment and parent teacher interviews were helpful, but emotionally exhausting. Some of her subjects are fine- she's her usual happy helpful self. Others she's dropping behind a bit, and while the teachers are concerned about her work, they're even more concerned about her wellbeing. So we've filled them in to differing levels on why she's so under pressure at the moment.
One teacher that she's been finding particularly hard to work with was actually very sympathetic. I think his approach to classroom discipline has jarred with our daughter somewhat, so am planning a discussion with her about how to work out some acceptable middle ground. Which, from my perspective, looks do-able.
And last teacher of the day turned out to be a real Godsend. She's taught Daughter both last year and this year, and had really noticed how unhappy she'd become... comes out in conversation that she spent a number of years working as a psych nurse, so suddenly WOW, we had someone who understood a brief clinical-terms description of what's going on with "big sis". It's so good when you find someone who "speaks the language", and you know that you don't have to try to explain a whole lot of complexities. We've suggested that it might be good for her to talk through some ideas with the student welfare lady who has been overseeing Younger's wellbeing. Really hope that comes together.
So today, I am totally drained. (Easy dinner coming up tonight!) Topping it all off, another Godsend moment. When heading down to our town bakery for bread this morning, we ran into a lady we know from the local arts community. One thing leading to another in conversation, it turns out that she spent years juggling care of ageing parents and a young adult daughter with MI... and the experience of having to put her artistic side into a holding pattern while doing so. Her parents are now gone, and her daughter has reached a more stable point in life, so both mother-and-daughter are moving forward in their respective lives, and picking up the "loose threads" of their creative pursuits.
Dunno... maybe I just really needed to see someone who's made it through the place we're currently in, and found out that the frayed ends of life do come back together out the other side of it.
