She Watches What I Do

Photograph taken by Anna Mashburn

Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

~Robert Fulghum

As parents, we know that our children pay more attention to what we do than what we say. They are quick to notice when our actions do not match up with what we are saying to them. They learn what we model for them. If we model unhealthy coping skills, then those are what they are going to use in their own lives.

For most of my daughter’s life, I modeled unhealthy life skills. Through my actions, I taught her how to avoid dealing with situations, and people. I have shown her how to become paralyzed by fear and anxiety. She learned – from me – how to swallow her own needs and wants, and not have a sense of her own self worth. Consequently, as I have become more emotionally and mentally healthy, I have been concerned about how she would handle challenges in her life. I came to the conclusion that – because of what I modeled – she would probably encounter many of the same difficulties in life that I have faced. As her mother, this has made me incredibly sad for her. I have often wished that I could have a “do over”, and show her a different way to manage stress, anxiety, and emotions. I want her to have a better life than I have had. One that is not filled with fears, and depression.

What I had not taken into account when I came to that conclusion, is the impact that depression treatment has made on me. I forgot that just like she watched and learned from all my unhealthy behaviors, she has been watching me struggle to get better. She has been a first hand witness to how I have shifted from a negative outlook on life, to someone who embraces and enjoys all the experiences life has to offer. She has seen me transform into a fully functioning adult, who has healthy coping skills. She has been there when I have faced my fears and anxieties, and overcome them. She has paid attention, and noticed that I have gone from a woman who had no self worth, to one that understands her value, and speaks up for herself.

Sunday, I faced an extreme fear of mine, by driving way outside of my safety zone. My daughter was in the car with me as I did this. She watched as I faced that fear, and achieved a victory. This week I watched her do the same.  My daughter has an extreme fear of heights. She has had this fear since she was very little. On Monday, I saw her face that fear, and achieve her own great victory, by climbing into an attic . I cannot put into words how proud of her I am. Later on that day, she told me that even though she will never enjoy heights, at least she knows that if she needs to, she can successfully face that fear.

As she has watched me learn how to speak up for myself, she has learned to do the same. This week, she brought something up to me that had been bothering her. While we were working in the garage, I made an off hand remark about how it would have been nice to have my son there to help us. I did not think anything about it. I did not realize that what I said upset my daughter. When we were by ourselves later on in the day, she let me know that my comment bothered her and why. She expressed to me that for many years she felt that she could not live up to the standards that her brother had set. She said he was good at everything. He was good at sports, and school work came easy to him. She has often felt inadequate compared to him. When she heard me make my comment, she felt as if I was implying that her brother could have done a better job than she was doing. It was a moment of clarity for me. I had often felt the same way about my own brother when I was growing up. I thought that I had not set up the same set of circumstances that had caused me to feel that way. I was wrong. Some how despite my best efforts, I had created an environment where my daughter felt the same way I had when I was growing up. The only difference between the two of us is how we each managed our emotions. Instead of waiting until she was an adult before she shared how she felt with me, she did it at 14. By letting me know how she felt, I was able to talk to her and let her know how proud I am of her, and point out a few of the many wonderful things she can do. I hope that I was able to help her work though some of those feelings, so she does not have to carry them around – like a burden – for most of her life.

I have seen – first hand – the disastrous effects a mental illness can have on a family. I know how damaging it can be for a child to have a parent who has unhealthy coping skills. I have also had the joy of seeing how a parent getting emotionally and mentally healthy can dramatically improve a child’s life. As I have changed, and grown, she has as well. As I have let go of negativity, I have seen her do the same. She has put aside many of her fears, worries, and anxieties. I have been filled with joy when I have seen her go from a shy child – with low self confidence and self worth – to one who values herself. My daughter has learned to speak up for herself, and expresses her wants and needs. She has become a strong, young woman, who knows what she wants and is not afraid to express it. I think what we have ended up with is better than a “do over”. She has the benefit of seeing what life is like when someone has unhealthy coping skills and can compare it to how much better life can be when they learn a healthier way to manage their life.

Mental Health Blogger Of The Week

This week’s Mental Health Blogger Of  The Week is Chrisa Hickey of The Mindstorm. Chrisa is the mother to three teenagers, one of whom has been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder. She blogs about what it is like to be the mother of a child with a mental illness, and the impact that it has on her family. I have found her blog extremely interesting to read.

Chrisa took the time to answer some questions I had for her.

At what age was your son diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder?
Tim had a lot of different diagnoses that led up to his diagnosis with Schizoaffective Disorder.  At age 4 he was diagnosed PDD-NOS, and Autism Spectrum Disorder – which I always was puzzled by, because the neurologist literally said to me, “I’d say he was Autistic, but he has excellent eye contact and a good sense of humor,” which are kind of two hallmark symptoms of an ASD.  At age 6 it was a Mixed Expressive/Receptive Language Disorder, then that and a Sensory Integration Disorder.  By age 8 it was Mood Disorder – NOS (my three least favorite letters in the English language), then at 10 it was Bipolar Disorder – NOS, Bipolar Disorder Type 1 by 11, Bipolar Disorder Type 1 with Psychotic Features by age 12, then Schizoaffective Disorder, Bipolar Subtype by age 14.  Three independent psychiatrists, a neuropsychologist, two therapists and an LCSW all agree on that diagnosis.  I’m a firm believer in third and fourth opinions.
What was the first indication you had that there was something different about your son?

Probably at about age 2.  Tim was a good baby and was developmentally on track until he was about a year old.  We were worried that, while he seemed to understand what we talked to him about, he didn’t speak a word.  He smiled and cooed and screamed at the appropriate times, but didn’t even say Dada.  We brought it up to our pediatrician at every visit, but he chalked it up to Younger Sibling Syndrome – our oldest son “translating” for Tim so he didn’t have a need to speak.  But Tim was easily frustrated too, and not the usual terrible two tantrums.  On his first day of Pre-K we asked the teacher to tell us if she thought Tim might have some learning issues.  She called before noon.
What thoughts went through your mind when you first learned of your son’s diagnosis?
Which one?  I remember when we went from Mood Disorder to Bipolar.  Tim’s therapist was trying to get me to wrap my head around the idea that Tim needed to be hospitalized and probably on medication.  When it finally penetrated that he had a mental illness and needed more intense care, even if short term, she sprung the, “and this probably won’t be his last hospitalization,” on me.  I flipped out.  Tom (my husband) and I didn’t sleep that first night he was inpatient.  We’d failed.  We were the worst parents in the world.  His birth parents would want him back because we’d screwed up.  A lot of self-loathing.
In what ways, if any, do you believe your life has changed since his diagnosis?

It’s changed a lot.  I’ve become a walking Physician’s Desk Reference.  Tom quit his job and became a stay at home Dad when we realized something was up with Tim at age 2.  By age 8, it was apparent that was a permanent change to our family structure.  We left California because we felt we couldn’t get the services Tim needed.  We started educating ourselves, and then advocating, first for Tim, then for all kids like Tim.
What are some positive things you have learned about yourself since his diagnosis?

That I have more patience than I thought I had.  That I can multi-task well.  That my marriage is incredibly strong.  That I don’t need to do it all by myself ( I’m still digesting that last one).
In what ways do you think your son’s illness affects your mental health?

During the very unstable years, it had an impact on the entire family’s mental health.  Our oldest child spent as much time as he could out – at school, at activities, at friends, at work.  Our daughter started exhibiting symptoms of PTSD and anxiety.  I spent a year on antidepressants.  I talk a lot in my blog about how I need to be well – how any parent raising a child with a mental health issue – needs to take care of themselves, and not let it get to the point of depression, anxiety, and despair.  The hard times are hard.
What are your wishes/hopes/prayers for your son?
I hope that one day he can live semi-independently, have a life that he feels is fun and fulfilling, and understand that he is not his illness.
For you personally, what do you consider a life lived well?

When I was young and Tom and I were first married, I thought it was to be a Captain of Industry.  I strived to reach the top of the corporate ladder, because I thought that was the meaning of success.  Now, older and wiser, I strive to be the kind of mom that my children would like to be to their children.
If given the opportunity, what is something you would like to say to someone who has had a child recently diagnosed with a mental health issue/mental illness?

I co-moderate two online support groups for The Child and Adolescent Bipolar Foundation, and when we get a new member I usually say, your child is not his or her diagnosis.  Yes – it is life-altering news.  But that doesn’t mean our children can’t have full, meaningful lives.
Have you or your family/son ever been the victim of stigma with regards to his illness?

With Tim’s full knowledge and permission, we don’t let ourselves be in that situation.  I am very vocal about Tim’s condition because I believe knowledge is power.  That being said, Tim has experienced bullying because of his illness.
Something personal you might want to share about you and your son’s journey through life.

I spend a lot of time talking about the tough part of life with Tim, but Tim is one of the three coolest kids I know.  He’s charmed every adult he’s ever met, even the nurses on the wards who’ve dealt with him inpatient when he’s been ragingly psychotic.  He’s very creative and funny.  I actually want him to live right next door for the rest of my life.
What prompted you to begin bogging about your son and his health issue?

It was a mental health exercise for me.  I’ve been journaling all my life, but I started a blog as a marketing tool for a company I used to work for.  I wrote blog posts for that, when my mom said she always liked reading what I write, why didn’t I put my journal about Tim online?  So I did.

National Blog Posting Month

November is National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). I have been waiting for months to participate in it. The basic idea, is that for the month of November, I blog once a day for 30 days. There are even prizes! You can find out more about it at NaBloPoMo

I have tried – unsuccessfully – in the past to blog every day for a whole month. Something always seemed to get in the way of me being successful. I will do it this time. I want to be among those who manage to accomplish that feat during the National Blog Posting Month.

It is not too late for you to join in, and I hope you do.

The Road Trip

I did it! I drove all the way to Augusta! I did not even experience much anxiety during the trip.

We started on our way towards Augusta around 10 Sunday morning. Dad was driving the truck, and I was driving his car. We made our one and only stop at Costco. Dad wanted to get a few things there. I also picked up some awesome tasting oriental chicken wraps there. I thought those would be a much healthier lunch than stopping to get fast food. Anna – a very picky eater – liked them, so they were a win all the way around.

Dad was not feeling well during the trip. He said that he began to feel bad on his way to Talking Rock on Saturday. I decided to follow dad to Augusta. I knew I could have made the drive without doing that, but I felt kind of bad that he had been doing all that driving while not feeling good. I thought that if he had to stop for a while because of how he felt, then he would not be alone.

The only part of the journey that had me nervous was driving through Atlanta and getting onto Interstate 20. It went fine, and there was very little traffic. It was not nearly as bad as I had made it out to be in my head. Which once again proves to me that things almost never turn out as bad as I imagine they will.

Getting onto I-20. The truck in front is my dad.

I am sure my dad drove slower than he normally would, however, I still think we made good time. We arrived in Augusta before 2 pm. Anna and I managed to find our way from the interstate to my parents house by ourselves, since my dad had to stop at the drugstore.

I accomplished what I set out to do, which was prove to myself and my family that I could drive that far of a distance from my house and gain some independence. I am very proud of myself. I am also very proud of my daughter, Anna. She was the perfect traveling companion. She was as excited about our adventure today as I was, and also was a great cheerleader.  She kept a nice conversation going while I was driving, and told me a few funny stories. She also made sure my twitter and facebook statuses were updated as we were traveling down the road.

I am looking forward to my next adventure!