{"id":5940,"date":"2014-10-21T00:05:26","date_gmt":"2014-10-21T07:05:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/?p=5940"},"modified":"2014-10-20T14:45:52","modified_gmt":"2014-10-20T21:45:52","slug":"sickness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/2014\/10\/21\/sickness\/","title":{"rendered":"Sickness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Serenity Prayer plays frequently in my mind:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>\u201cGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,<br \/>\nThe courage to change the things I can,<br \/>\nAnd the wisdom to know the difference.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It doesn\u2019t always help, since my biggest concern is something I have little control over, can\u2019t fix\u2014and yet I desperately hope that something can be done. It\u2019s my youngest daughter\u2019s mental health problems.<\/p>\n<p>\tMy youngest daughter doesn\u2019t seem to be getting better\u2014the episodes of madness, of inchoate and unreasoning rage, remain.  The only plus in this is that the meltdowns are shorter now, though no less intense\u2014and thankfully lacking in property damage and physical violence directed at me. Verbal abuse continues, however.<\/p>\n<p>\tAfter an explosion, as always, there is remorse.  She experiences confusion, sorrow, and she desperately wants the episodes of madness to end\u2014but once an episode begins, the otherwise pleasant, cheerful and caring person utterly vanishes.  The person who wants to be there cannot be found.<\/p>\n<p>A simple thing this weekend tripped her into instant, blinding, screaming rage: her laptop computer was out of power, even though she insisted it was plugged in.  Of course, the plug was loose.  Easily correctable.  But for her, the rational person vanished in a moment, replaced by a raging, cursing, inferno that resisted all attempts at solving the problem. <\/p>\n<p>\tIntermittent Explosive Disorder it is called.  IED would be the acronym, which brings to mind the improvised explosive devices notorious in Iraq and Afghanistan that have created such havoc and suffering for our soldiers in those far off lands.  But this IED, the IED that has infested my daughter\u2019s brain, that explodes on my wife and I without warning and without obvious cause is described this way by Wikipedia:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em> \u201cIntermittent explosive disorder (IED) is a behavioral disorder characterized by explosive outbursts of anger, often to the point of rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand (i.e., impulsive screaming triggered by relatively inconsequential events). Impulsive aggression is unpremeditated, and is defined by a disproportionate reaction to any provocation, real or perceived. Some individuals have reported affective changes prior to an outburst (e.g., tension, mood changes, energy changes, etc.).<br \/>\n\u201cThe disorder is currently categorized in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) under the &#8220;Disruptive, Impulse-Control, and Conduct Disorders&#8221; category. The disorder itself is not easily characterized and often exhibits comorbidity with other mood disorders, particularly bipolar disorder.  Individuals diagnosed with IED report their outbursts as being brief (lasting less than an hour), with a variety of bodily symptoms (sweating, stuttering, chest tightness, twitching, palpitations) reported by a third of one sample. Aggressive acts are frequently reported accompanied by a sensation of relief and in some cases pleasure, but often followed by later remorse.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>\tThe Wikipedia article certainly describes her symptoms well. As it points out, in our youngest daughter\u2019s case, it is indeed related to her bipolar disorder.  If the triggers were predictable, if she always reacted to a problem with an explosion, then it might be easier to handle, easier to cope with, easier to fix.  Unfortunately, a word, a phrase, a problem that yesterday she took in stride, today sends her off to kick a hole in the wall while she screams blistering invective and yells that \u201cYou\u2019re not my father!\u201d  and \u201cYou never do anything for me\u201d and \u201cyou don\u2019t care about me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tShe has a psychiatrist that she sees monthly, but she needs a therapist on top of that.   It has taken us awhile to find a therapist for her, however.  Therapist after therapist that we contacted worked only with people who had suffered some trauma\u2014soldiers back from the war with post-traumatic stress disorder, crime victims, those recovering from serious illness or those trying to get past their grief after having lost a loved one. But to find a therapist who wants to work with someone who may take years to improve, someone who has ongoing mental health issues not related to any trauma, was surprisingly difficult.  We finally managed it, and so her first appointment is scheduled for the middle of October.<\/p>\n<p>\tOur goal, the goal of her psychiatrist, the goal of her school psychologist, is that she get stabilized.  The current medications that she is on have helped tremendously\u2014but she is not at all stable\u2014not by a long shot.  She has returned to independent study at school. Unlike other people her age, she cannot get a driver\u2019s license, she cannot travel by airplane.  She has difficulty maintaining friendships, she is largely unemployable, and she cannot enjoy the activities and freedoms of a normal high school senior.  She knows that she is missing out and she understands and accepts the reasons when she is not raging.  She likes coming to church and she attends prayer meeting, where she regularly and clearly describes her mental health issues and asks for specific prayer regarding them.<\/p>\n<p>\tThankfully, our church family understands and accepts the reality of her mental health problems.  We are fortunate in that regard.  We know a former missionary who faces severe depression to the point that she has on occasion had to have electroshock therapy.  She cannot tell people in her church about her suffering; she even keeps it from one of her daughters and her son-in-law.  Most of the people in that church believe that mental disorders are not an illness. They believe it is something that people can fix for themselves \u201cif only they prayed more\u201d or \u201cif only they weren\u2019t such a sinner.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\tTelling a mentally ill person just to \u201csnap out of it\u201d or \u201cstop  acting like that\u201d or \u201cpray more,\u201d  or \u201cstop sinning\u201d or \u201cif you just had more faith\u201d\u2014is akin to telling a paraplegic to stop being so lazy and wicked: \u201cJust get out of that wheel chair.  You know you can.\u201d  Or telling her parents, \u201cif you\u2019d spank her more, then she\u2019d start walking.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tA broken brain is no more your fault than a broken back.<\/p>\n<div class='kindleWidget kindleLight' ><img src=\"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/plugins\/send-to-kindle\/media\/white-15.png\" \/><span>Send to Kindle<\/span><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Serenity Prayer plays frequently in my mind: \u201cGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference.\u201d It doesn\u2019t always help, since &hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/2014\/10\/21\/sickness\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_s2mail":"yes"},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5940"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5940"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5940\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5942,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5940\/revisions\/5942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}