Though I came up surrounded by close family members who struggled with various mental illnesses, I wouldn't say I had an especially traumatic or even a really remarkable childhood, apart from the sporadic, sometimes episodic fireworks Crazy can bring. On the whole I had a pretty typical middle class upbringing, for which I am grateful.
My older sister served as my introduction to the mysteries and miseries of mental illness. She suffered from Bipolar Disorder, and it was clear my parents despaired at her condition. There was much acting out, at least one suicide attempt that I am aware of, multiple stays at inpatient facilities, and an ever-changing cocktail of medications throughout her teens. She tapered off meds when she planned to start
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He was stationed in South Korea, and I gather his self-medicating ways came along for the ride. Upon returning stateside he had a hard time reintegrating, finding stable work, and had to rely on the support of his family more than I think he would have liked. He was a very emotional person, and felt things very deeply. I imagine if I would have asked him for one word to describe himself he might have chosen "failure". That's certainly not how I would have described him, but he was the type of person for whom every setback might have seemed like the universe pointing a spindly celestial finger at the tip of his nose and proclaiming FUCK. YOU.
By the time my brother killed himself with the sputtering exhaust of the sparkly brown hatchback my mother had given him, I was living my own kind of Crazy.
Today, I find myself at a strange cross roads. I am happily married. Successful, especially considering I never finished college. I have more than my fair share of material possessions. I have family and friends whom I love, and who love me. As much as I curse those who use the phrase, I'm Blessed.
And yet, I can't recall a time I felt more
The book, Crazy, is an interesting, and informative non-fiction book, about the struggles that mental health patients and their family members encounter. Pete Earley starts off the story by talking about his son Mike, who started to act strangely in his senior year of college. (Earley page 9). It turned out that Mike would be diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and was prescribed medications. Mike thought he was fine, therefore would frequently stop taking his medications. Mike refused treatment from a hospital that he was admitted to. Because he was not a danger to himself, a danger to others, or gravely disabled; the doctor could not force him into treatment. Because, Mike stops taking his medications, his symptoms got worse. Pete discussed
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls touched upon many topics including alcoholism, mental illness, and poverty. One specific topic that seemed to be particularly attention-grabbing was the possibility that her mom had bipolar disorder, or some other possible mental illness. There are so many people in the world who have some form of a mental illness, and many go undiagnosed. Some that are never diagnosed go through their life needing help or maybe even becoming a danger to others. Despite the bad reputation mental problems get, people are able to overcome their struggle and live normal lives with the proper medicine and help. The Glass Castle is one example of how mental illness is a part of many people’s lives.
Every 4th of July, many people go out at night and spend hours watching firework shows. Most of us are content to simply enjoy the pretty colors and sparks, without questioning the chemistry behind the spectacle, but have you ever really thought about how fireworks produce such vibrant colors? The colors emitted when a firework explodes come from an aerial shell inside the firework that contains explosive chemicals and metallic salts. These colors appear to us because of luminescence. Luminescence occurs as a result of the valence electrons in the metal salt atoms moving and changing positions. The explosion of fireworks is not a miracle; it’s simply chemistry at work.
The research I have uncovered from talking with people who cope with a mental illness have had an either traumatic or rough childhood. They have faced hardships such as death in the family, parental substance abuse, or molestation. Some hardships have been the cause of their substance abuse and/or depression while others have always had the illness (such as bi polar disorder) but lacked others understanding and medical intervention.
I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.
Three years ago, my best friend was prescribed four different medications for three mental illnesses; bipolar disorder, depression, and ADHD. On these medications I saw a side of him I never wanted to, they made him crazy. I will be against the way psychiatrist treat patients now; they hand out prescriptions like candy. Often children will be put on many medications, but it is very hard to diagnose them with a mental illness or to know if they are just acting the way children do. Many doctors use prozac for a variety of illnesses, but all illnesses need to be treated differently because everybody is different. In addition, in 2006 a 4 year old girl died from accidental overdose on psychiatric medications.
I wasn't really a smart kid ether, but I did know a lot about mental health, mostly because I had no choice, mother and father were going to send me to therapy. My mother was worried and my father, his exact words were “i'm done dealing with your crap”. I thought that they couldn't help so I was going to give them a good scare, I thought they were just like everyone else. The psychiatrist was rude and made me feel stupid, what kind of psychiatrist was she. Were good now but she really didn't like me. The therapist was a different story, she was nice and she didn't just jump to conclusions. She didn't understand me but I enjoyed her presents.
Flashback : I never wanted to have a firework war because i thought it was dangerous but i overcame my fear.
Growing up, my mother and father emphasized the importance of education, following directions and being socially accepted. Due to this upbringing and background, when my nephew began to have difficulties in school it was looked at as poor performance. As a social worker, this became concerning. He suffers from hyperactivity and inattention. This appeared to my family as he did not care about school. Last year, my nephew’s diagnosis with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) was something most people were prepared for but came as a shock to my family. My sister started to doubt her skills as a parent and blamed herself for what he was dealing with. The concept of having a mental illness was new and unfamiliar.
The cities of McAllen, Mission, and Edinburg have passed nuisance ordinances on the use and sale of fireworks, this restricts the sale of fireworks within a 1-mile buffer zone outside the city limits thus uprooting over 100 stands from the Rio Grande Valley. This has upset a large majority of a firework stand owners who spend thousands of dollars establishing new stands, because of this they have decided to bring forward their grievances to the state leaders. These grievances caused a new law will be established which will prevent the future uprooting of already established fireworks stands, although some safety issues are being contemplated even before the new law passes September 1st, most of which are mainly concerned
Melissa's daughter was diagnosed with bipolar disease. Melissa daughter felt as if she had a hole in her heart Melissa took her to doctors and therapist to try to find what she has. Which came out to be bipolar. Melissa went to grief seminars, classes, therapy, yoga, and women's groups to help Melissa understand and comprehend what was going on to her daughter, The whole family had to embrace and prosses what was going on the one child. My overall thought was that if one is affected by a mental illness it doesn't just affect the individual but all that care for the individual.
Although there is a plethora of mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, and alcoholism that run rampant in my family; I never spoke about mental illness with either of my parents until I was diagnosed with social anxiety, OCD, and panic disorder at 18. At that age I wasn’t even aware that anxiety was more than just feeling nervous or that it was a treatable diagnosis. After describing the symptoms of what I now know to be a panic attack to my general doctor, she referred me to a psychiatrist who prescribed me three pills, two were for anxiety, and one which was for my panic attacks.
According to National Alliance on Mental Health (2016), recent findings have concluded that 1 in 5 adults have experience with a mental disorder in a given year. Children that are associated with these individuals can have different outcomes of life as compared to families without said individuals. These outcomes don 't necessarily have to be positive or negative, but they do become a substructure of who you are. As a child of a parental figure who continuously suffers with manic depressive disorder, I 've always wondered how or why this psychiatric disorder has had a direct impact on my way of life. The children that deserve an explanation, whether it can help them or not, is what makes this question so significant.
I have been blessed to be born and raised in an intact household and to have a close family. But I have been in the company