dashcat
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After I posted about a week ago about my difficult child seeming ok (and my thinking that her dark postings on Tumblr were attention-seeking), I noticed a familiar pattern of depresson returning: sleeping all the time, lethargy, lack of focus ... and, of course, the occasional bouts of "over-happy".
She was supposed to work Sat night at 6:00. I was at a family graduation party and came home around 9:00. She came walking in the door right after, claiming they didn't need her at work (praying this is true and not that she called in or lost her job). After a few minutes, she started to talk and the flood gates openend.
She admitted to being depressed and distraught. She said her "brother" (translation: Mr. Ostrich's girlfriend's son .. he's an alcoholic pot-head who perhaps means well, but not exactly who she should be turning to) invited her to get high, telling her she'd feel way better. She said she told him no ... she knew she'd feel better for about an hour and then worse.
She said she feels helpless to pull out of it this time. In the past she thinks she's pull out and gotten better .. I pointed out that she really hasn't. The episodes get worse each time. She admitted this was true. She said she's "thought" of suicide, but only thought about it. It's huge that she even said this to me, and I calmly told her that these thoughts needed to be dealt with by a professional.
She said she thinks she needs medications but is hesitant to take them. Typical, I know. She told me she didn't think she'd actuall call and make the appointment, but she wants to go. I told her I'd call. Called the t-doctor this morning and left a message. It's a step. I'm pretty sure she'll have her to p-doctor right away.
I don't know if she'll follow through. I don't know if Saturday was a low point and if she might be back in the pretending mode today. I just pray that she'll be honest and that we might be on our way to a diagnosis. It's been a long time coming.
Dash
She was supposed to work Sat night at 6:00. I was at a family graduation party and came home around 9:00. She came walking in the door right after, claiming they didn't need her at work (praying this is true and not that she called in or lost her job). After a few minutes, she started to talk and the flood gates openend.
She admitted to being depressed and distraught. She said her "brother" (translation: Mr. Ostrich's girlfriend's son .. he's an alcoholic pot-head who perhaps means well, but not exactly who she should be turning to) invited her to get high, telling her she'd feel way better. She said she told him no ... she knew she'd feel better for about an hour and then worse.
She said she feels helpless to pull out of it this time. In the past she thinks she's pull out and gotten better .. I pointed out that she really hasn't. The episodes get worse each time. She admitted this was true. She said she's "thought" of suicide, but only thought about it. It's huge that she even said this to me, and I calmly told her that these thoughts needed to be dealt with by a professional.
She said she thinks she needs medications but is hesitant to take them. Typical, I know. She told me she didn't think she'd actuall call and make the appointment, but she wants to go. I told her I'd call. Called the t-doctor this morning and left a message. It's a step. I'm pretty sure she'll have her to p-doctor right away.
I don't know if she'll follow through. I don't know if Saturday was a low point and if she might be back in the pretending mode today. I just pray that she'll be honest and that we might be on our way to a diagnosis. It's been a long time coming.
Dash