There were two letters waiting for me when we got home yesterday.  One was a second notice from the State of Delaware Dept. Industrial Affairs, telling me that my former employers would not be held liable for discrimination because 1) they only employe two people, which isn't enough for discrimination to count, and, anyway, 2) since my job was not ( Read more... )

1. My son is depressed. Like, depressed depressed. Loss of interest in activities that used to interest him. Anhedonia. Feelings of worthlessness, sadness, hopelessness. Trouble sleeping. Increased sensitivity to rejection and failure. Crying, yelling, social withdrawal ( Read more... )

That said, the universe offered me something external to get upset about, and, man, did my brain chemistry seize hold of the opportunity ( Read more... )

Bad day at homeschool yesterday. I meant it to be a light day, just a few brief things on the agenda, but after several hours of time-outs and verbal abuse it ended with the Kinglet banished to his room and me weeping at the table ( Read more... )

On Wednesday morning the Kinglet decided there were things he'd miss about Sports Camp if he didn't go, but he was afraid he'd get in trouble again. When I asked if there was anything I could say to convince him to see it through, he said "stay nearby ( Read more... )

I talk a lot of smack about counselors. I feel like I've kind of earned that right - I've had more than I can remember since I was 14, and only one was a good one ( Read more... )

After last week's revelations, I did some digging into childhood mood disorders to bring the Kinglet's picture into better focus ( Read more... )

Okay, here's the deal. The Kinglet and I finally got in to see a specialist at the children's hospital yesterday ( Read more... )

Living with a mood disorder is like living with a loaded gun.
Having children when you live with a mood disorder is like handing a gun to a baby and hoping it's not loaded. 
Apparently. 
I mean, I thought about this before I decided to get pregnant, but, you know, you don't really think about it.  And I'm not saying it would have changed my mind, but.
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Referrals - dead ends. Support Group - useless. 36 hours and the kid's therapist still hasn't answered my urgent voice mail. This is why I became a bookkeeper and not a psychologist. You can always rely on your bookkeeper.