If you made it here, it’s likely because you know me or someone in my family, or you or someone you know suffers from a mental illness. Welcome.
I was diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder, depression, and later identified as being on the Autism Spectrum (Asperger’s). Though I used the word suffer above, the only thing that causes me real suffering is my Social Anxiety. Depression hovers over me like Pigpen’s cloud of dirt. Bi-polar has its ups and downs. Asperger’s is Asperger’s. I really don’t know any other way to be, but there are many, many things I would rather do than go to a party. I’m comfortable with a book or within a small circle of close friends or just sitting at my kitchen table in front of this laptop.
This blog is about my family. It is our story, the funny, the sad and the ridiculous. My son, Ethan, is diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (Asperger’s), bi-polar disorder, generalized anxiety, and OCD. Like father, like son. Ethan suffers from mental illness. His illnesses have resulted in placements outside of our home. There are days where he seems to be haunted by his own thoughts.
All of the events of the last 3 or 4 years have resulted in my wife dealing with depression. They say hers will “go away,” mine is like herpes. (Why do all venereal diseases sound like Greek gods?) In addition to Melanie’s depression, she has a wicked case of ADHD.
My daughter, Breckin, is just a little girl, a relatively normal child. She has a little ADHD in her, and she can go from the time she wakes up until she passes out. When she is going strong, it’s something to behold. She is incredibly strong. She has witnessed horrible things, yet she continues to stoically move about her life. She is devastated by her brother’s circumstances, but outwardly, it almost never shows. All of us are in therapy. Our therapists suggested that we all may be suffering from PTSD.
The entries in this blog, though mostly a combination of anecdotes and information, do tell our story. I have decided to share our story so that others may understand or feel better about shared experiences.
In the end, I hope you can laugh.