Lend an ear?
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:35 pm
Hi, I'm a 19 year old girl, with a fab job, great friends & boyfriend and a lovely family. I'm a very happy person, or try to be! Just going through a difficult time at the moment.
Long story coming up, sorry! Please take some time to read it! I'll begin:
My mother has suffered from clinical depression for most of my life. I have vague memories of her having medication when I was 5/6 years old but my first reliable memory of this is when I was 8 years old and she was recommended by her psychiatrist to become an inpatient on a mental health ward where she had to undergo ECT (electro-convulsive therapy, I think!). She came home and that was that. I'm sure it wasn't that simple, but I was 8, and assume very well protected by my family and teachers of the real situation. Completely oblivious to how serious it was.
The next few years were fine until I turned 13 (unlucky number, haha). I have some horrific memories around this time of walking in on her self harming and of her acting strangely, muttering hurtful things towards herself and suchlike. She was sent to a mental health ward again for more ECT and changes to her medication. She came home and seemed ok. Unfortunately, it was around this time that I decided too to go on a self-destruct mission and was self harming, overdosed three times and was in general not a very nice person to my family. I had counselling, made a fresh start and got myself back on track. I can't even begin to imagine how this must have affected her, given her own problems.
I'm 19 now, and things seemed to be running smoothly up until a few months ago when my mother was readmitted to a mental health ward. She was there for about 4 months, had more ECT and her medication adjusted. I dealt with it pretty well, I feel, this time around. I tried to be there for her as much as I could. I visited every weekend when I wasn't working and kept her up to date with everything. Tried to make her laugh and smile with my antics as a learner driver and day-to-day embarrassing disasters that seem to follow me. She came home, and I thought everything was ok. Maybe I was a little too optimistic though, as she was readmitted last week, within a month of her last stay there. I thought they were just keeping her in a safe place while they adjusted her meds again, but now they're talking more ECT.
It clearly didn't work last time, and I'm worried that she'll get into this circle of being in and out of hospital now.
I'm also worried for my father, who is one of those 'I'm the rock of the family - nothing affects me' type of people. I'm the only person he is close to, and he doesn't even talk to me that much about it. I don't want him to break down too. And then, of course, there is me, 19 years old, starting to think about going to university, growing up and all that stuff you do when you are my age. I don't want to leave my mum when she needs me. I'm trying my hardest to be brave and be there for my family, but I'm starting to feel a little stressed with all this stuff going on.
I'm not looking for answers to my problems. Just some advice or a chat from someone who is or has been in a similar place to me would be greatly appreciated. Even some kind or comforting words, which I'm sure from looking at other posts here are widely available from you lovely people (:
Anything at all will help me (and hopefully other people like me! I'm sure there are some out there!),
Thank you so much and well done for making it through my marathon post!
Sunshine x
PS Sorry if I post this in the wrong place, I'm awful at this kind of thing!
Long story coming up, sorry! Please take some time to read it! I'll begin:
My mother has suffered from clinical depression for most of my life. I have vague memories of her having medication when I was 5/6 years old but my first reliable memory of this is when I was 8 years old and she was recommended by her psychiatrist to become an inpatient on a mental health ward where she had to undergo ECT (electro-convulsive therapy, I think!). She came home and that was that. I'm sure it wasn't that simple, but I was 8, and assume very well protected by my family and teachers of the real situation. Completely oblivious to how serious it was.
The next few years were fine until I turned 13 (unlucky number, haha). I have some horrific memories around this time of walking in on her self harming and of her acting strangely, muttering hurtful things towards herself and suchlike. She was sent to a mental health ward again for more ECT and changes to her medication. She came home and seemed ok. Unfortunately, it was around this time that I decided too to go on a self-destruct mission and was self harming, overdosed three times and was in general not a very nice person to my family. I had counselling, made a fresh start and got myself back on track. I can't even begin to imagine how this must have affected her, given her own problems.
I'm 19 now, and things seemed to be running smoothly up until a few months ago when my mother was readmitted to a mental health ward. She was there for about 4 months, had more ECT and her medication adjusted. I dealt with it pretty well, I feel, this time around. I tried to be there for her as much as I could. I visited every weekend when I wasn't working and kept her up to date with everything. Tried to make her laugh and smile with my antics as a learner driver and day-to-day embarrassing disasters that seem to follow me. She came home, and I thought everything was ok. Maybe I was a little too optimistic though, as she was readmitted last week, within a month of her last stay there. I thought they were just keeping her in a safe place while they adjusted her meds again, but now they're talking more ECT.
It clearly didn't work last time, and I'm worried that she'll get into this circle of being in and out of hospital now.
I'm also worried for my father, who is one of those 'I'm the rock of the family - nothing affects me' type of people. I'm the only person he is close to, and he doesn't even talk to me that much about it. I don't want him to break down too. And then, of course, there is me, 19 years old, starting to think about going to university, growing up and all that stuff you do when you are my age. I don't want to leave my mum when she needs me. I'm trying my hardest to be brave and be there for my family, but I'm starting to feel a little stressed with all this stuff going on.
I'm not looking for answers to my problems. Just some advice or a chat from someone who is or has been in a similar place to me would be greatly appreciated. Even some kind or comforting words, which I'm sure from looking at other posts here are widely available from you lovely people (:
Anything at all will help me (and hopefully other people like me! I'm sure there are some out there!),
Thank you so much and well done for making it through my marathon post!
Sunshine x
PS Sorry if I post this in the wrong place, I'm awful at this kind of thing!