There are people who circumstances in their lives have caused them to grow up faster then they should. Health issues like mental illness can be one of those circumstances. I know it was for me. Not that being mature at a young age is all bad. I’m glad I got to make decisions about my own life. I was talking to a coworker last night about a 9 year old girl diagnosed with Schizophrenia, and how horrible it was that this girl won’t get to have a childhood. Her life went from dolls & sleepovers to doctors & pills.
I was young when I started suffering from depression. I was diagnosed at 11, but I had been suffering for longer then that. There are a lot of things I feel like I missed out on. I also had to make decisions about my life and future that kids shouldn’t have to make.
I had friends that I spent time with for the most part. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I started pushing them away. There were normal kid things I couldn’t do. One example was sleepovers. My anxiety would never let me do sleepovers at someone else house. At first I would just be really anxious and not enjoy myself. Then I started calling my parents to come pick me up because I was feeling sick (from anxiety). Then I just stopped going. I feel like anxiety caused by depression kept me from enjoying a lot of things until the point were I just stopped doing them.
My sister has never really understood what I go through and most of the time doesn’t seem to care. One time she was giving me a ride home after a family event and the subject of having kids came up. This was one of the few times my sister would say she was proud of me in relation to anything I’ve done about my mental illness. You see when I was young I saw an episode of the show ‘ER’. On the show a one of the nurses had a Mother who was Bipolar. The Mother was played wonderfully by Sally Field. The nurse was talking about how hard her childhood was growing up with a Mother who was Bipolar. Sally’s character stopped taking her medication to have her two children and never went back on them. Which we all know happens a lot.
That really made me think. I asked my psychiatrist about it. He said doctors do not recommend women who are Bipolar to have children for that reason. After a lot of thinking I made the decision that I was not going to have children. I was only 15 years old at this time.
Now here is my reasoning behind this. First off I would have to go off my medication. I don’t want to go off my medication. It makes me better. Then if I’m off my medication I’m going to be depressed and manic plus pregnancy hormones. Pregnancy hormones make women crazy enough I’m pretty sure you would have to lock up one who was already crazy before the hormones. If you don’t get back on your meds then what kind of parent can you really be.
Even if you are able to think clearly enough to say hey I want back on my medication now there was still one thing I know that would kill me. Passing this shit down to my kids and grandkids. My parents had to watch me suffer and I had to watch them suffer too. Think about it, the reason I have gone through the Hell I have gone through is because of them. My Father has Bipolar disorder on his side of the family and my Mother has depression on hers. I get my crazy from them. They had to watch me be tortured by my own mind since I was 7 years old and not be able to do anything to stop it. They couldn’t stop it and it came from them. When you love someone as much as a parent loves their child it is excruciating to know that you had something to do with their pain.
I know it’s not there fault. But how can you not blame yourself. I know that I would blame myself. Just thinking about the possibility of passing it down to my child breaks my heart. I don’t want another child to go through this especially my own. There is a GOOD chance my child would have some mental illness. I worry everyday about my nieces and nephew.
As far as I know on my Father’s side of the family his grandmother and aunt were Bipolar. My Dad has been diagnosed by one doctor with Bipolar disorder, but told it’s just depression by another. My mother has depression. I think her mother had something most likely depression. Her brother had depression, learning disabilities, & substance abuse problems. He died of an overdose on his youngest sons 1st birthday. Her other brother joined a cult and is weird. I’m not sure if he has a mental illness, but I wouldn’t be surprised. His cult doesn’t believe in that stuff so we will never know. My oldest sister has anxiety. (She claims that’s why she is a bitch.)
So, the percentage is pretty high that the next generation will be crazy. I think I made the right call. Back to the story I was telling about my sister. She said she was proud of me for making such a tough decision when I was so young.
When I was 23 years old and was told I couldn’t have kids because of my PCOS I was okay with that because I already made that decision. At 36 years old I cry every time someone I know has a baby. I mean on the bathroom floor ugly cry. Even though I made the right decision it was my choice. My choice got taken away from me and that is what hurts. At least when it was my decision I felt strong, but now I just feel broken. God apparently agreed with me about the whole kid thing. I still want to be a Mom. I hope someday I will have enough money to adopt a child or two. They will be loved. I will also be on my medication, so my crazy will be toned down a lot. I’m not perfect I will be still a little crazy, but in that embarrassing Mom way. Like mine.
I didn’t want to grow up that fast, but I did. It took a lot of strength to be that mature at such a young age. It takes a lot of strength to still be that mature.