Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: estah Topping, Just because someone is in a clinic it does not make them a 'real crzay', you have your problems (emotional and mental, which would in the eyes of many people make you a real crazy) and those in clinics have their problems, different ones yes, but that does not make them any more 'real crazies' then you. My son is in a day clinic for children and guess what his only problem is ADHS, but I guess because he is in a clinic he is a real crazy. Your problem is that you never grew up and cannot take responibility for yourself or your actions. I have been following your posts for a while now and you love to be the centre of attention, as soon as you fade from the limelight you start a new series. Try working in one of those clinics for a few months and see what it does to you. The workers in those clinics have a lasting rate (on average) of maybe three to four years before they break down. You want to be careful how you word things, regardless of if you are drugged up or not. I said what I just said with the aim to make you realise, WORDS CAN HURT. A person is not a 'real crazy' as you put it, just because they are in a clinic. They are people who like you their problems. I am sorry for the pain what I said might have done. But you need to learn sometime, that life does not accept excuses. It is going to go on with or without you. You have a problem, you need to decide to make the changes, no the changes are not easy, no they will not happen over night. But using excuses is opting out of making the changes that you have said yourself that you need to make. I hope you sort things out with your partner and with yourself. Good luck. I wholeheartedly agree with this post. My son had to go to a facility for a short time when he was in grade school because we, as parents, did not have the knowledge or resources to give him the help he needed at home. He needed to have the restrictions and care that only trained professionals were able to give. At a tender age, he was diagnosed with juvenile bipolar disorder which presents itself (most of the time) in the form of wildly altering moods mixed with uncontrollable anger. It was with the most unbelievable sadness and feelings of failure, that I, as his mother, had to check him in, and leave him in the care of strangers - even though I knew it was the best thing for him. Knowing that my baby was over an hour's drive away from me and his dad and the rest of his family, was heart-wrenching. However, it had to be done. It also made the most profound impact in the course of his getting the proper diagnosis and treatment, which is ongoing to this day. He only had the one stay, but we have always followed up with the appointments with doctors and counselors, and have made his school aware of the way things manifest themselves if his moods start to unravel. Most importantly, HE is more aware of his disorder, the triggers, the coping skills he uses to bring himself back to a place of being able to function even when the world doesn't treat him the way he believes it should. He is a teenager now, with all the stressors of being a hormonally mixed up mess of being a young man in a grown man's body, and I have seen emotional growth in him over the past 6 years that I never would have thought possible the night I had to kiss my baby son goodbye and walk down that corridor, hearing my precious gift scream, "Mommy, please don't leave me! I promise I'll be good, please come back, Mommy! Will I ever see you again? Mommy, do you still love me? Please, Mommy, please!!!" How the fuck I ever made it back home that night, in the pouring rain, crying my heart out, driving in unknown territory, I will never know. But I can tell you this much, God bless those people who took care of him, even when he thought that they were being "mean" and "awful." If it weren't for them, I may not have my son in his magnificent state, as I do now. Hell, I may not have him at all, because he was so impulsive at the time, he may have gotten himself killed. Treatment is not easy, nor is it fast. It is a process, a stint at learning the best route for the individual so that he or she can come to live a full and productive life, regardless of what circumstances life throws at them. Signed, Red, Proud Mother of a "Real Crazy" *edited for typo*
< Message edited by Daddysredhead -- 11/8/2009 7:23:59 AM >
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