5.13.2011

Watching it happen


I hate bipolar disorder.  It's not something I can ever make amends with and say anything warm and fuzzy about.  It has wreaked havoc in the lives of people I love, which in turn wreaks havoc in my life.  I'll admit that a few of the people I have known who have been diagnosed with it were actually fun and awesome to be around.  Charming and exuberant.  Then there are the others.  Others that I have managed to get out of my life for the most part, thank God.  And then there is my son.  My son.  How can a mother say those words and not feel some kind of swell inside of her?  I do, even after all of these years of difficulty.  When I think about my son, I feel pride and love and affection.  Especially lately since he's been having so much trouble, I want to scoop him up and cradle him and rock him back and forth like I did when he was a baby.  But there's such a duplicity to the situation.  There's the son that I'm in love with, which is the idea of my son, and then there's the reality of my son, which breaks my heart.

Nothing burns my butt more than hearing someone brag about their kids in a way that suggests they had everything to do with the way the kids turned out, as if they are some sort of superior, super parent just because they won the lottery and their kids turned out half way decent.  I used to think that way, a million years ago before I had kids.  If I was in the grocery store and saw a kid having a tantrum because they couldn't get a candy bar, I'd be swinging my gavel like Judge Judy thinking those parents must have done a horrible job or the kid wouldn't be acting that way.  If I saw teenagers acting out, I'd be wondering how they were raised.  Then I had Darren.

When he was little, I used to think it was because he was a boy.  I had girls and they didn't act that way, it must be because he is too much boy for me to handle.  So, every time I got pregnant, I literally prayed for girls.  I begged God to have mercy on me and not give me another boy.  He answered my prayers and now with a handful of hormonal girls, I'm well aware of the ignorance of my prayers.  At this age, boys are much easier to raise for sure.  Give them food and video games, tell them to keep it in their pants and you're all set.  Easy peasy.  Girls?  Fuggedaboutit.

You know, I was actually judgmental about other parents (including myself) for years after I had kids.  I beat myself up the hardest.  I figured that if my son was the one acting so badly, having tantrums, hurting other people, crying all the time, stealing, breaking things, etc then it must be because I failed somewhere as a parent..  One day after his counseling session though, his psychiatrist sent the kids out of the room and held me back to have a talk about my "inappropriate guilt."  He said that if I had several children that acted badly, then he would question my parenting skills.  But in fact, I had three children that were well- adjusted, well-mannered, friendly and appropriate, and then I had Darren, who was bipolar and unhinged much of the time.  And he isn't a pleasant, charming bipolar.  When he gets depressed, he is mean and sad and thinks the whole world has dumped on him and deserves to be hurt back.  When he is manic, he is mean and destructive and belligerent and rude.  Once in a while, there will be little moments when I get a true glimpse of him, and oh how precious those moments are.  Because this?  This isn't my son.  None of this is Darren.  This is Darren through the filter of this vile disease.  My son, my real son calls or sends a message to say, "Hi mom.  Just wanted to say I love you."  Those are the moments I live for because they are so fleeting.

He had a few years when he was medicated properly that he was wonderful.  But unfortunately, it didn't last because I didn't have the support of my macho, hard-headed ex-husband who was too prideful to think there could be something wrong with his boy.  Because of this, when Darren was 15 and I was moving out of the area, Darren asked if he could live with his dad for a while, and I said yes.  I also said that I was afraid of allowing it because I was afraid that his dad wouldn't provide any kind of real parenting, but Darren was getting bigger physically and frankly, he can be rather scary when he's in those irrational zones.  I thought it would be safer for me and my other kids if he stayed with dad if that's what he wanted.  So off he went.  I have felt guilty about that decision ever since because everything I was afraid of came true.  No supervision, spiraling out of control, he has begun drinking and getting high, which I believe is an attempt to self-medicate because he feels miserable but is too stubborn to acknowledge that it is because he is bipolar and needs medication.  I recently found out that he also dropped out of high school half way through his senior year. 

Now he's starting to lash out, which he does randomly.  If he calls and it goes to voicemail (God forbid you should be in the shower or something), you'll get a message where he is going off on you, cussing and screaming at you.  I then call him back and tell him he's not allowed to scream at me or talk to me like that and until he can learn that lesson, I will not be answering the phone.  Boundaries are a big deal here, but he doesn't get it.  He sees it as rejection.  I ask him what he would do if he heard a man talking to me that way and he says he would be pissed.  I say, so if I shouldn't let other people talk to me that way, why should I let you talk to me that way?   He says because he's my son.  Wrong.  Especially now that he's 18.  He's grown and can't be coddled anymore.

The other night, I signed into facebook and saw that he had begun leaving vile messages on mine and my girls' pages.  Mine were somewhat benign as far as Darren's standards go.  He called me a retard and a fag and couple of other mildly nasty things.  Same with Maddie and Emma.  Courtney didn't fare as well with him leaving "ugly bitch" and "S-L-U-T" all over her page and pictures.  I deleted the nastiness and sent him a message asking why he did it.  He told Courtney because he was bored and because he could.  Then he told me that it wasn't even him and that someone else had signed into his account.  I wanted to go to bed and couldn't trust that he wouldn't do it all again while we were sleeping, so I deleted him from our pages until we could talk about it more the next day.  This didn't sit well with him and he sent messages going off on me, calling me names asking how dare I delete him.  Then he launched into the whole "you abandoned me" bit that he likes to pull. Then says that he is disowning me and wishes me a nice life.

I'm exhausted.  The thing about being a mother?  You're not allowed to get and stay exhausted with one of your kids.  You have to keep on coming back to love them.  I told him I love him and when he is able to act right, then he is welcome back because he is part of our family, but he needs to realize that he needs to stay sober and get properly medicated for his bipolar.  He hasn't responded.  I have watched this disease steal so much of his life and now I'm watching it begin to destroy his adult life.  I pray for him, I love him, I wish I could save him.  But I can't.  He's an adult now and I have no option but to sit back and watch it happen.

lurve you, xoxo v.

5 comments:

Standing on my Own 2 Feet said...

I'm so sorry V. Love you so very much. Praying.

Barbara said...

It hurts my heart to hear this too. He can be so sweet at times, but I have seen the "bad" Darren also and he isn't very nice. I wish he would get on regular medication but don't know how you can make him do it. We pray for him everyday and wait for God to take over.
Love you, Mom

Sweetpea said...

Sorry to hear this is happening... Wish I had something else to say but you're right he's an adult and I hope for his own sake he makes the right decisions in life, because once drugs, alcohol come into the picture then there's only jail time left... You always have to do what is best for you and your children, sometimes that means cutting a child off. Love you!

Mountain Witch said...

YOU are a very strong woman and altho I am very sorry that you're going thru this, I also believe that you are handling this absolutely in the best possible way. You're looking out for ALL of your children and kudos to you for that. Your ex husband needs to see the disservice he is doing regarding your son and get on board with you showing a united front!
And you are so right about having to sit back and watch.. It's all we can do with our grown children - I have 4. - For so many years I kept them all from making the same poor choices that I had made but now that they're all grown - and know everything - my hands are tied and as a Mom, as you know, it is frustrating and heart breaking.
I know it's difficult but you are handling this so well. My thoughts are with you.

veronica said...

Darren also responded to this and left a very nasty message. Full of F-you's and what not. He said the comment wouldn't last long and he's right. But I thought I should at least acknowledge that he wrote it.

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