It is okay to admit you are struggling. I tell my clients this all the time. I tell people in my personal life all the time. Why is it hard for me to do?
My son is ADHD and has sensory processing disorder. Luckily the SPD only affects clothing as opposed to lights, sounds, and textures as well. A few months ago, I finally took the plunge and had him started on medication for his ADHD as it was severely affecting school and social aspects. Intinuv. Only made him sleepy. Lets try Focalin. Insurance didn’t cover and made him aggressive. Adderall. Helped. He focused, he paid attention, he got things done. He also started picking his lips CONSTANTLY and having other depressive and anxiety symptoms. We added low dose of Zoloft. Anger. Fist through a window. Objects flying across the room. Screaming. Speaking of wanting to die and choke himself.
He’s 7. How can this be happening?
Finally, I made the executive decision to remove the Zoloft. No change. I removed the Adderall. It has been about 9 days and the anger is substantially less. My son is more of his laughing self. He is also more of his forgetful, all over the place, chatty, indecisive, wont stop moving, wont stop talking self. Some days I want to lose it with how annoyed I am. But I am not picking up broken glass. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
No one knew what has been going on behind closed doors. The torment and turmoil of our lives. The amount of tears that have been shed from not only myself and my son but my mom as well. Moments of feeling lost and defeated. Unsure of how to help this child succeed in not only life but just a 24 hour span. How can this be so difficult?
You see, he goes from 0 to 100 in 4 seconds. His mama (me) and his biological father have had their share of anger control issues. We both have had our shares of depression (me) and bipolar (him). We both have struggled with substance addiction. This kiddo did not win the lottery genetic wise. But I will be damned if I don’t do everything I can to help him be the best person HE can be.
It is difficult enough for a grown adult to understand how to handle their anger, how do you think a child feels? Lost. Helpless. Hopeless. Doomed. Not to mention the poor kid has a therapist for a mother!
The past few months of this turmoil has only included my son’s struggles as a portion of the problem. My life is not a struggle because of him or things occurring with him. I work about 45 hours a week for a large county MHMR (mental health and mental retardation) aka county mental health with children and adolescents. I am in my last semester of graduate school and taking FOURTEEN hours because I messed up my schedule somehow. I raise my kiddo alone (with the help of my parents for me to do school at night and some later evenings with work). I don’t go out much as well…. frankly I don’t have many friends as well as I am tired of putting myself out there with people to only get excuses in return.
A human can be resilient. I can admit I am extremely resilient. But damnit, I am so tired of being strong. I deeply desire for someone to help and to comfort me. The honest truth is I don’t expect anyone to stick around long enough to actually do so.
Life has never been simple. It will never be simple. But I do pray it becomes a little easier soon.