Prayers thoughts and JUJU sent your way Mike.
You are correct in parenting is not for the faint of heart. Hang in there. Had a trip the the mental hospital for my daughter "cutting" just recently. There are no manuels, no easy fixes or roadmaps. Love, patients, support and more love.
If I can help (even if it's only to vent) let me know.
All the best,
Greg
thanx Greg
I learned Hurricane Katrina was very hard on Emily.
Her favorite teachers and friends left town never to be seen again.
She was taken away (all of us as a family) from her surroundings for two months to live in a (to her) stranger's basement in NC.
She was put in a strange school there and finds it hard to adapt.
Her bipolar kicked in with a vengence under the stress and this was before diagnosis and meds.
When she returned home, she started cutting herself after another disfunctional older neighborhood girl introduced her to that.
Then the other girl started showing inappropriate affection when Emily was feeling empty.
Then they started taking digital pictures and posting them on the internet. Thankfully these were PG13 in bathing suits, etc., but still
Then she started school in a private Christian school and she made some friends, including a sweet boy one grade earlier than her.
He committed suicide in the school parking lot one morning using his Dad's .38 special. She still talks about that dark day.
She had a disfunctional relationship with a classmate. He also is bipolar and attached himself to her like a barnacle.
His uninvolved parents later expected me to parent their son and it all had to end. Was messy.
So here we are, working toward graduating high school and wondering what will become of her as she moves to adulthood and beyond.
It's all good and God is at work. All of our faith's are strong and we look forward to what He has in store for her and all of us.
She obviously loves her parents and relates well to me as I share her bipolar. Instead of resenting me (I don't know if she realizes she inherited the condition from me and her grandmother) she shows true compassion and we kinda share this war with mental illness. And, we used to butt heads too much with the invested emotion thing, but now we text back and forth our true feelings and opinions and that seems to take the edge off which I find facinating.
She really likes to share the day with me, likes to ride on the back of the Feej (fair weather and not too long!), and was thrilled I bought her a red armored Tourmaster jacket recently. I told her she needed boots to protect her feet and ankles when we ride, so pick some out. She went on the internet and picked out some combat/tactical boots with laces and zippers up the side. Only $50 and they were what she wanted. Sold.
She and my youngest daughter are proud of my work with the PGR. They both want to make any "Welcome Home" mission to greet returning active duty military. They stood with me in Biloxi when a company of SeaBees returned from the sandbox and we shook over 125 hands as the soldiers walked off the buses. We all chuckled at our deformed, aching hands afterwood.