Some stories to send you into the holiday weekend:
As as kid I had to find courage to deal with my mother’s bipolar disorder. I often felt I was the mature one (even among the adult family members) who had to take action to keep things bearable at home and I often felt all alone as a result. At age 12 I sought and got help. I learned how to cope and not internalize something that was totally out of my control. My point here is no one really hears how bad it is for the kids.
- nettrice on
My father was bipolar. It was terrible. When he was down he was emotionally abusive. I had to keep getting him out of trouble as a kid. nettrice, you are so right: no one talks about what happens to the kids. I’m an adult now with a little one of my own and I don’t know if I’ll ever fully get over what it was like growing up…
- MZ on
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