The descent into mental illness has returned. It was almost an entire year since Matthew's last placement at Healy house or in the hospital, but on Thursday Matthew went back into Healy House so that he was safe and so that the rest of us were safe while we try to get some new medications to work. What is strange is how quickly the demons of mental illness came back this time. Two weeks ago I thought Matthew had an appointment with this psychiatrist and I called to cancel it because he was doing so well. Not two days later, the laughter of mania had returned and so had the hostility and explosions.
The descent into a bipolar episode breaks my heart and raises my anxiety. The problem is that there is no predictability or structure that goes with the bipolar episodes. He can be happy and sweet and gentle and loving one moment and within minutes Matthew can be up or down. As he starts his descent the first thing I notice is that Matthew stops sleeping. He goes to sleep at night because many of his nighttime medications make him tired,but he is awake again at midnight and at 2 or 3 and then is up for the day at 5 AM. For an entire week, Matthew was up at 5, and wanted to be downstairs watching tv. Unfortunately, when he gets up at 5, he wakes the whole house at 5. There is simply no reason for all of us to be up at 5 am listening to the Wiggles blasting or hearing whatever other tv show Matthew was obsessing about.
He walked around the house for almost a week repeating a mattress commercial over and over and over and over again. Each time he said the tag line he laughed like it was the first time he had heard it. He kept rubbing Jacob's head each and every time he walked past him. He seemed obsessed with touching Jacob hundreds of times throughout the day.
It quickly became obvious that I was going to need Matthew to be supervised more than I can supervise him while he goes through this cycle. He needed to be somewhere where there was staff who could watch him when he was up at 5 Am, and somewhere where people could help support him when he got angry without the little boys having to watch him explode. Once again I was faced with the hell of finding and accessing care for my son with mental illness. Once again I was reminded of the hell of jumping through all of the hoops.
Of course, I am just the mom, so I cannot make the referral for him to go to Healy House. Of course the school counselor cannot make the referral to Healy House. Of course there is a mass of paperwork to be gathered and things to do, but there is no way of knowing until it is all done whether there even is an opening at Healy House.
Thankfully our service coordinator heard my intense need for help and in less than 24 hours he had gathered all of the paperwork and we found out that there was an opening for Matthew to go on Thursday.
Since Thursday, it has been really strange. I have seen Matthew each day because he has had a few appointments to go to, but there has also been this odd feeling. When I brought Matthew to Healy House, he walked in like he was going to see a long last friend. He was and still is very detached. he will say over and over again that he misses me and his brothers, but it is all said very unemotionally. It is basically just rote. He will say that he wants to come home and he will tell you how many more days he has left at Healy house- it is a 3 week program- all with little emotion more just repetitive conversation.
I left him at Healy House on Thursday and went to work. It felt strange, and like this has become too routine for us. I remember leaving him the first time and sobbing, and wanting to go back and get him. This time, I knew he was safe and I knew that he was where he needed to be but I still felt like I had been punched in the stomach. However, I have not told many people where Matthew is, it is like he has just vanished. I have just gone along with life, going to work, and doing our other daily activities, but one person short. The house is quiet. very, very quiet. It is calm, and it is what I need, and yet I feel guilty saying that. The little boys have been sleeping late, it is like they are catching up on a lot of missed sleep and they are enjoying the more predictable rhythms of our house.
That said, when matthew calls, Jacob asks to talk to him and is eager to hear what he is doing. No matter how stressful Jacob finds Matthew at times, what is certainly true is that Matthew is Jacob's big brother and Jacob, like all little brothers, loves his big bro.
We saw the psychiatrist on Saturday and he started Matthew on some new medications and is taking him off another medication. We have another 2.5 weeks while Matthew is at Healy House for these medications to start to work and for this cycle to end. My hope is that over the course of this week we will see changes start to occur and Matthew's moods will level out.
- I am a single mom of three amazing boys! All three of my sons entered my family through adoption. All three of my boys have developmental disabilities. My oldest son, Matthew has been diagnosed with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and Bipolar Disorder. David, my middle son, has a genetic condition, he has a duplication on his 15th chromosome which leads to autism like symptoms, seizures and learning challenges. My youngest son, Jacob has learning disabilities. Each of my children bring unique challengs to our family and also bring their own personality and joys to our everyday life!