SarahKateContributor
Grieving
Hi everyone.
I was just reading the compassion fatigue posts (just skimming sadly as I am so time poor) and I could certainly relate to it.
My 21 year old daughter was recently diagnosed Bipolar type II and most likely also has ADD. It has been a long and arduous journey to this point, complicated by external factors and utter confusion on our part (her Dad and I).
I have always found talking with others about my problems very therapeutic and never more so than now. It is often in articulating what has been happening, how I've been feeling, that I formulate new thoughts and place things in order.I was talking to a friend whose partner has the same MI as my daughter and had a sudden realisation that I had been experiencing classic stages of grief - grieving for the daughter I once had.
Shock and denial - not recognising that her aggressive and unreasonable behaviour was more than just normal adolescent push-back or not coping with adult events and responsibilities
Pain and guilt - as I began to understand her pain I felt it too, and felt guilty for what I might have done better in her childhood and in more recent times.
Anger and bargaining - oh yes, I've been angry. Angry at her when she lashed out at me, the one who has cared for her, loved her unconditionally. And then angry at the first psychiatrists she saw who worsened her state of mind. And angry at people's reaction, or lack of reaction to me telling them of her condition...lack of follow up "how's she doing now?" that would have been forthcoming had she a phsical illness. Bargaining I guess has been "if we can just get through this bit "(her sister finishing year twelve, or Christmas, or her CBT course) and "if I'm patient and caring and and and"....then it will all get better.
Depression, reflection and loneliness. Yes. Most definitely. Although I have a supportive husband he is much more pragmatic than me and (and I don't mean this critically) self-preserving. It is so isolating because I often realise I've been talking about her and about IT again with friends and colleagues and try and stop myself because I don't want it to be all I talk about...but it is all consuming. I have become seperated from the world as one does in grief - a bystander looking at the world whirring away, oblivious to my fgut-wrenching fear that I'll receive another message or call from someone saying they are fearful she is going to take her life.
The acceptance has begun. Not the acceptance she is mentally unwell - that wasn't hard - but the acceptance of the long journey ahead, and that she will be facing the challenges of MI for the rest of her life, and we will be the support team. I'm not quite at the reconstruction and hope stage yet - but I get little glimmers of it. I think I am currently too exhausted to have the energy for positive forward thinking. I get through each day as it comes.
I just wanted to share and am keen to know if anyone else has felt this way.