It has been a long road for my little boy. Ever since
he was three he has had problems. He was very aggressive – hitting,
biting, and being disruptive. He was kicked out of several day care
centers, so I asked my friends to watch him. Eventually they would all
ask to stop watching him.
Finally, we took him to the doctor, who suspected he
had ADHD. He was four years old then, and they could not start
neurological testing until he started kindergarten. He had a rough few
months in kindergarten, but his tests went just fine. So the doctors
tried an ADHD medication, which he took for six months without success.
They switched to another ADHD medication and kept increasing his dosage,
until he started losing a lot of weight. By this time he was 7. We took
him to a neurological psychiatrist, who did several more tests and
diagnosed him with Asperger’s Syndrome. This doctor treated my son
with several more medications until two of them interacted badly and
sent him into mania.
At the age of eight, my son had no social skills and
problems at school with peers and with teachers. He was always in
trouble. His self-esteem was in the toilet, and he couldn't sleep. He
wanted to kill himself so we admitted him to the hospital. He was there
for a week, and our world was in shambles. It took us 15 hours to get
him admitted through the emergency room. At one point they told us to go
home and come back in the morning. I told them they would be responsible
if anything happened to him. Five minutes later they found a bed for
him. He was hospitalized inpatient for one week, and then had two weeks
of outpatient treatment. We followed his treatment plans, took him to
counseling and worked with the school to get him into a special program.
During this time I had a breakdown, so I was also hospitalized for a
week. I picked myself up and moved on to help my son. He had several
medication adjustments and another manic episode. We tried different
medications. He ended up back in the hospital. This time he was
diagnosed with bipolar disorder and other illnesses. They put him on two
medications that seemed to help, but he was taking wrong doses. So again
he became aggressive and suicidal.
We are still working on trying to get him stabilized.
The reason I’m sharing this story is that maybe it will help other
parents know – you are not alone. Believe me, we had a lot of
sleepless nights, stress and tears. And sometimes we wanted to give up.
All these feelings are normal when you are going through a traumatic
situation. There are a lot of programs out there to help you and your
family. You just have to keep searching and not give up.