I’ve been on Josh since the day he was officially diagnosed to tell his ex that he has Bipolar so that she can keep an eye on the kid. He’s continually told me that he’ll get around to it. Today when I got home from running errands with Mom, she was here already and told me that she’s taking Melatonin
BECAUSE SHE CAN’T FUCKING SLEEP CUZ HER BRAIN WON’T SHUT OFF
which is, in fact, one of the early signs/symptoms of Bipolar disorder. Now I’m not a psychiatrist, but I’m fairly sure that since he’s got it – and that’s how shit started for him – that this is probably a prime fucking time to enlighten both the kid and her mother.
And then I partially took matters into my own damn hands and told her. We talked about some of the shit I’ve gone through, some of the shit I know Josh has gone through, some things to keep an eye on, some of the shit she’s heard about mental illness that is utter bullshit, etc.
Then I made Josh tell her himself. It was good for him. And I told him in front of the kid that he will be telling his ex tomorrow when he returns her.
This scares me, it really does. The potential of passing on shitty genetic material is what had my ass on an operating table at 35 getting a partial hysterectomy. A Bipolar parent is certainly not a guarantee that a child will have Bipolar, but it certainly ups the odds – and I couldn’t bring myself to play that particular game of Russian roulette.
After we talked, we drew pictures together. Honestly, what better way to bond with a creative 11 year old girl than with colored pencils? I’d show you what I did, but it’s upstairs and I’m lazy.
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good weekend. I’m trying to be a good Mama to Evie Cat and the kid, and I’m kicking Josh’s ass every chance I get.