We have always wanted to make sure that our son understands my mental illness in a way that is appropriate for his age. In my opinion, it is not good for us to hide such things from our children because kids tend to think that things happening around them are their fault. I know even when we explain exactly what is going on and that an illness is not a child's fault, they will probably think it is sometimes. I want our son to know my mood changes are not due to anything he does and I want him to understand this illness as best he can so his internalization of what is happening can be kept to a minimum. However, I have found little resources for young children of parents with mental illness, especially bipolar disorder. So, I was very surprised when I was browsing the children's section of our local bookstore when we lived in Chicago (57 Street Books) and I found a book called Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry by Bebe Moore Campbell.
In this picture book, Annie's happy mother makes her golden pancakes in the morning, but Annie thinks "I hope that she is still smiling when I come home. Sometimes my mommy doesn't smile at all." When Annie gets home that afternoon, her mother is angry, yells at Annie and Annie asks her to stop yelling but knows her mother can't stop. Annie calls her grandmother for help, and her grandmother reminds her that she can take care of herself, to which Annie says "It's not fair. Every time my mommy has problems, I have to take care of myself."
Annie and her grandmother go over Annie's care plan, such as staying in her room, eating from her secret stash of food, going to the neighbors house in case things get really bad, and remembering that Annie can find sunshine in her own mind even if everything around her is dark.
The book ends with Annie caring for herself, finding joy in the falling rain and sunshine in her mind, and waiting for the next time her mommy isn't angry.
Overall, I think the book explains bipolar disorder in a way that is understandable to children. I am not so thrilled with the "play teasing" that the children in the book do to one another, but I can over look that. One of the things I really like is that the grandmother validates Annie's feelings, such as telling her that it is ok to be angry, it is ok to be scared, and then they create a plan for how to deal with what is going on. One thing I am a little unsure about is that the grandmother says Annie's mother has not asked for help yet, and it implies if she did, she would get better, which is not entirely accurate. Many of us work very hard to get better and still struggle with our illness every day.
Clearly though, this book is very accurate and I can tell because it makes me cry every time I read it. It describes so much of what my son goes through and how he has had to care for himself when I have been very sick. This is not something I want for him, yet it is a reality of our lives.
What I want him to know is that I fight this illness every minute, every hour, every day and will keep fighting so that we can have the best life possible. I hope he knows how much I love him, even when I am angry, which is also mentioned in the book. I make sure I explain what is going on, take time away if I get angry, and let him know that it is my illness making me angry or sad, not him. I find I have kind of gone overboard in this regard as he gets annoyed that I tell him I love him so frequently. He says "I know you love me Mommy, you don't have to tell me all the time!"
Blessings,
Rev. Katie
I must read this book, your description alone has tears in my eyes. Luckily, I have a good support system and while I do have mental illness it is not as intense as Bipolar and is Cyclothymia so I don't have the struggles on the same level as someone who has Bipolar. I never feel like my son has to take care of himself because my husband can usually step in or my friend/neighbor is happy to let him come over and play with her kids (whom he loves) so I can check myself and get my shit together. Either way, definitely a good book to check out.
ReplyDeleteI feel that way sometimes too, even though my problems are physical/stamina not emotional regulation (tho when I'm in a lot of pain it is really really hard to stay patient and calm in the face of defiant or whining kids!). I tell my kids that they're my greatest treasures and I am so lucky to be their mom. I try to tell them how they've made me a much better person than I was before they were born, they make me so much stronger than I could have ever imagined being and make me work even harder to make the world a better place for them to grow up. Sometimes all that makes me tired and cranky but it's not their fault and I always, always love them. I worry too about what they miss out on from my limitations, but reaching out for help and gratefully accepting it has mitigated that, especially having a care assistant who can take them out on walks or play on the playground when I just can't physically move that much. I don't consider the people who have helped me "nannies", they are the alloparents I have paid so that they could afford to be with us instead of having to be somewhere else for their own financial reasons. I have been so blessed to stumble upon three women who were/are able to be here with us when we need us at the pittance we're able to pay (I would pay them a million dollars if I could).
ReplyDelete@Dark Mother and Ahmie, I am glad you have such great support systems! See, communities can care for each other, and I am hoping that becomes more and more common.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Rev. Katie