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Raising a Child with Bipolar Disorder

Raising a Child with Bipolar Disorder


When I was a child, there were three things that made me feel frightened: photographs and film footage from the early 1970's (a whole story in itself), severe weather, and being around people who have mental illness. As I grew older, the first two "fears" dissipated, but the third one stuck with me, although with less severity than it had in my youth.

The first encounter I remember having with someone who had a mental illness was when I was in elementary school. I was in second grade and the school had a program for kids/young adults with different types of intellectual and physical disabilities. My first real memory was of a young man who was probably about fifteen or sixteen at the time. He had a severe a intellectual disability. For whatever reason, he was always roaming the hallways by himself, and if another child was there without a teacher (going to restroom, office, etc.), he would chase them down the hall, screaming whatever it was he was trying to say. Inevitably, this led to many tears and fears on my part, to the point that I didn't want to leave the classroom alone. As the years went by, I overcame the fear, but still felt uncomfortable around people with mental illness.

Healthy and bright – what more could a mom want?When my oldest son was born, we were so excited. It was pure bliss… until we brought him home. I nursed because I thought that it would be the healthiest for him, but he had a voracious appetite and I couldn't keep up. I had to quit nursing when he was three months old. During his first six months, he had a terrible time settling down after a feeding. My husband would have to walk around with him for what seemed like hours. As a baby, he had problems entertaining himself, was very cranky, and just all around difficult. But we didn't realize it until our second son was born and caring for him was a piece of cake. Now you may be thinking our first son had a developmental disability, but that was not the case. He reached all his milestones, some one month early, and he could speak a little on a telephone at about fifteen months. So we thought that we had been blessed with a very bright child. Healthy and bright – what more could a mom want?

As he got older though, we started noticing behavior patterns. At first we thought he was just spoiled. Whenever he didn't get his way, he would have a complete fit. I remember when he was two and a half, he threw a dining room chair at me because we didn't have any Raisin Bran. Our pediatrician sent us to a child psychologist so we could try to learn how to deal with his behaviors, but it is extremely hard to diagnose a two-year-old.

The major problems started when he was four. Our son was enrolled in a boys school that has about 800 students K-12. His teachers kept calling, telling us about all of the issues they were having with him in school. He was constantly hurting other kids, not listening, making inappropriate comments, etc., so we went to see another child psychologist. The doctor felt that it was a behavioral issue, and by being strict with our son and challenging him intellectually, he would straighten out. So for the next two years, we tried to go on with our daily lives. It wasn't easy but we somehow managed, and during that time he became the older brother to another two brothers, making him the oldest of four. And then, in March of three years ago, our whole world was turned around.

It started on Purim. He was aggressive, running away, and very explosive. My neighbor found him one day after school in the school parking lot down the street in the middle of carpool time. We just didn't know what to do anymore. We saw that these were not normal behaviors. We spoke to a relative of mine who works for a pediatric "health system" in our city. He referred us to a psychiatrist and we had an appointment the next day. We met with her and we talked about our son and his issues, and at first she thought it was ADHD. I was so happy. Finally, we knew, or at least we thought that we knew, what was "wrong" with our son. She prescribed the usual Ritalin, and for the first day, it was great. I felt like I had my son back. He told me he never felt that relaxed in his whole life. Well, that changed quickly over the next few days when he threatened to jump out of my bedroom window, then climbed out the living room window and tried to run away. We went back to the psychiatrist and she saw right away what it really was. My beautiful, brilliant, funny, compassionate son was literally climbing her bookcases, screaming like a wild animal. That was the day we got the diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder.

I couldn't eat, sleep, or get through the day without cryingA chemical imbalance in the brain that causes severe mood swings, combinations of mania with depression, thoughts of grandiosity, bipolar disorder is different in children than adults. When an adult with bipolar becomes manic, they will generally do things like go on shopping sprees and get themselves into loads of debt, or write hundreds of pages of manuscript that make no sense. But in pediatric bipolar, the mania is different. The child tends to become extremely aggressive, violent, have feelings of being the king of the world.

For the next week or so, I was walking around like a zombie. I couldn't eat, sleep, or get through much of the day without crying. We were completely overrun. The whole family felt very guilty. We thought that our son could control his rages. He looked like he was turning them on and off. In reality, he couldn't. When I was pregnant with him, I would pray that he should be healthy. When we do that, we usually mean physical health, not mental. I became very angry and frustrated and didn't know how to deal with my feelings. As time went on, I realized that there were better ways to deal with my frustration. I joined an online support group and got a counselor to help me sort out all of my feelings.

During the first months after his diagnosis, our son went through a myriad of medications. Some worked and some didn't. Many had some pretty bad side effects. It wasn't until the summer that we found something that worked, or at least we thought it did. During the first week of July, our son spiraled very quickly. We made the decision to hospitalize him. It was a complete nightmare and it took an entire day of phone calls to two different hospitals and our insurance company before we were able to admit him.

My husband saw that I was falling apart over this, and forbade me to go with him to admit our son. I was completely racked with guilt, although the decision to admit him was for the best. Watching my son that day was like watching a wild animal. It was also very difficult because as much as we tried to explain it, he didn't understand what to expect when he finally got to the unit. My son was convinced he would be lying around all day watching television, like he has seen from visiting others in the hospital or a nursing home. When we first got to the unit, which is locked because it is a psych unit, we had our bags checked to make sure that we weren't bringing in any "contraband." He was not allowed to bring any glass with him, such as picture frames, and no sharp objects or belts.

He was aggressive, running away, and very explosive When we went to visit him the next day, he seemed to have figured it out. I remember sitting in the hallway crying and watching two staff members carry him into a "timeout room." It was just too much for any one person to handle. I just kept thinking, G‑d, please get us through this. Please help our son get healthy again. It took a lot of praying, and faith that everything would turn out okay (whatever that meant). He stayed inpatient for a week, but had to be readmitted four days later due to extremely violent behavior. This included trying to swing on the blade of a running ceiling fan, choking me and beating me. All this, seemingly, because I said "no" to his request.

We got through the rest of the summer as best we could. It was very stressful on our other sons, especially our second son who was five–years-old at the time. He had unfortunately become a human punching bag to his big brother. When we discussed with them what was going on with our oldest, our five-year-old was jumping for joy. That is how unsafe he felt in our home. It's a terrible feeling to know that you just can't keep your children safe, especially from a sibling. When school started that fall, our son went back to school. We explained to the rabbi and his teacher what was going on with him. Things seemed to be going well considering he spent two weeks in a psych unit, didn't go to any summer camp, and had to adjust to going back to school (which can be a trauma in itself).

But then we found out that there was an incident during the second or third week of school. Pretty serious in their minds, overreaction in ours. We had a meeting, which included the psychiatrist. The bottom line was that the school didn't want to deal with our son. The principal decided our son should be home for two days, and they wanted a dose of meds to be added and given during the school day. The school wanted guarantees we couldn't give. In the end, we didn't add any meds because we knew that wasn't the answer. We just shifted the doses to appease the school. All it did was make our son fall asleep in class. I was very angry. We pay a lot of tuition money for my children to learn, not to take naps.

It was actually a very nerve-racking time. My husband and I were afraid that the school was setting the stage for kicking our son out. We even went so far as to look at a Jewish special education school in our community. The problem was that it didn't sound like they would want to accept him. Our son is very bright, and most of the kids in their school are not able to learn on their grade level. The school was afraid that our son would get bored and act out, which would not be a good situation. But after much discussion and prayer, especially prayer, things in school calmed down.

Unfortunately, his behaviors at home did not. When our son first went into the hospital last summer, my husband asked me what my biggest fear was. I told him it was that our son would try to kill himself. Maybe not today, tomorrow, or next month, but maybe five or ten years down the road. I really didn't think that it would happen when he was seven–years-old.

He told me that he was killing himself because he didn't want to live anymoreIt was Yom Kippur night. Of course, it was about five minutes after everybody left for services. I wasn't really paying attention to what my sons were doing. I mean, how much trouble could these boys make? They were all in the living room with me, getting into their pajamas, goofing around. I was feeding the baby, reading a book, ignoring my children. For whatever reason, I decided to look up. I saw my eldest son trying to strangle himself with his belt. At first it seemed like an impulse, but once I got it off him and we talked, I realized that this was something he really wanted to do. He told me that he was killing himself because he didn't want to live anymore. My heart almost stopped beating. How would a seven-year-old know about these things? He told me he always felt stupid, (this is a child who taught himself to play chess when he was four), that nobody loved him (we tell him that we love him everyday), that he has no friends (even after his incident in school someone invited him to sleep over for Shabbat). I saw from this conversation, through many tears of his and mine, that he really has a low self-esteem and is slightly delusional. We didn't put him into the hospital that night, although we should have. We knew that if we did, he would end up being there for all of Sukkot, and none of us wanted that.

For the next couple of weeks, we were walking on eggshells, trying to keep him somewhat sedated, until after Sukkot when he tried to strangle himself again. Then we put him back in the hospital. Sometimes I wonder if G‑d is playing a cruel trick on us. How could He do this? But, I realized, whether I like it or not, it is making us stronger. I have a friend whose daughter has autistism. She told me the worst thing people could say to you is the oft common saying, "G‑d only gives you what you can handle." It's not true. There are plenty of times we can't handle it. Times when we want to just walk away. But perhaps the reason G‑d gives us challenges like this is to make our belief and trust in Him that much stronger.

When we felt that we had hit rock bottom, when we couldn't possibly handle any more, we decided to finally be proactive with what we were dealing with, rather than solely reactive. It is at that point that we really started the process of getting help for ourselves. Through advocating for our son, and meeting other families, we saw that we weren't the only ones in our community dealing with these struggles. We decided to start our own support group. Our group really just started during the summer and we have a core group of about six or seven families. There are three main goals of the group: 1) providing basic support for the families 2) educating the community about mental illness to help take away some of the stigma, and 3) providing a social outlet for families. We meet about once a month, and hope to eventually open ourselves up to include any family in our community who has a child with a serious mental illness.

Until he stabilizes, we see that this is our lifeFor many years, we hoped that this problem would be solved. That it would just somehow go away. We have now accepted that taking care of our son is a daily struggle that could continue for the rest of his life. Our son's days, and our lives in general, are very unpredictable due to this horrific disease, but for now, this is what we have. We, including our other sons, have somewhat figured out what sets him off. Okay, we are generally walking on eggshells around him, but until he stabilizes, we see that this is our life. He is doing well in his school, which is a special school. His school is a level 5 school, meaning it is the most restrictive environment within the public school system. They work on a point system as a positive reinforcement. The school is a real ego stroker, if you know what I mean, and it has been really good for my son's self esteem. But it is also strict in what it does or does not allow. If you mess up, you are in the resource room, and if you get violent, you go to the isolation room. Most importantly, the school accepts him for who he is. And he attends a learning program once a week for special needs boys at one of our local yeshivot.

Connecting to others in similar situations also reinforced something we always knew in our minds but had to really feel in our hearts and souls. This challenge has shown us the importance and need for true faith and belief in our Creator. He is the one who is truly guiding us through our lives. There is no question that if He gave us our situation, He can also give us the means and strength to deal with it. And every day, we see more and more that there can be light at the end of what has been a very dark tunnel.

And with time, I can see the progress that we have all made. A few years back I would not have envisioned that I could be a source of strength and optimism to others. But I have been, and that has inspired me to believe that we will make it through this. And as hard as it can be to see at times, underneath the anger and illness is a beautiful child, a precious soul that we have been blessed to have as our son. There is no question that we have faced many challenges and, unfortunately, may have more to come. But we also believe that we will somehow have the strength to face them, and one day, overcome them as well.

Debbie Orkin is the mother of five very active children and lives in Baltimore, MD. She volunteers through her support group, helping other parents navigate the maze of pediatric mental illness.
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J Maryland June 6, 2017

Debbie, I am in Maryland also. Can you PLEASE email me.. I am at wits end and am soo lost and alone... My daughter is 10 an has now recently begun putting hands on me when not getting her way.. Our lives have literally been turned upside down since her birth as you know how it goes.. Please I need resources... I dont know where to turn... The public school wont even put her on an IEP bc they SAY she does well with grades *WHEN she decides to attend that is* shes missed soo much school, set out of the classroom, given referrals etc.. which the past year has been horrendous...And apparently dont care of the struggle at home which Ive kept them abreast of since she began headstart at 4.. Shes always been in the same school so this isnt anything new... She physically fought me this morning, I had to walk out an go for a ride I was so distraught... her eldest brother was here trying to help as well an its impossible... If you find a Moment, Id greatly appreciate your repsonse....
~J Reply

Susie November 27, 2017
in response to J:

Your not alone!! I have an 11 year old daughter she just saw I think the 6th or 7th psychologist in the last month. I'm a single mom with 2 jobs. No family and a bipolar 11year old. She has laid hands on me. She's been in more than 1/2 dozen fights this year. . She has started fires in my house including her hair. She cuts herself and attempted suicide. She no longer has friends. She is angry. She screams, yells, throws and breaks any and everything daily. She jay spent a week in a mental health hospital. She met many kids like herself and I think in some ways it helped and in some ways it made her worse. I'm alone I have no help. She kicked my car door and its Broke. I was almost fired more than once. I'm cut off from the world not because I'm ashamed but because I don't want to have to explain our life to be accepted or otherwise. I'm judged even by my best friend so I can imagine what others think. She says no one loves her, she is so insecure and worries endlessly your not alone! Reply

Linfa Canada June 5, 2017

Thank ful and grateful for you and how opemely you have shared with us. It is comforting to hear we are not alone and talking about it and educating others helps thank you. God bless 🙏✨ Reply

Anonymous March 10, 2017

Beautiful I am sitting here in Palmetto Florida USA reading this and crying my eyes out reading your story. My son is 12 years old and bipolar. He has been extremely violent since age 2. He has matured so much this year and really grown so much but we still have very bad awful days. We now have more good then bad days though! Even with all the bad I am so grateful to have my son. He sees the world in a way I never would and his heart is so pure in the way that he cares for others. Despite those ugly moments bipolar brings us it too has brought my son and I closer together and stronger as we fight this awful thing together. Reply

Anonymous Some where January 10, 2017

Don't worry people!!! I was a bipolar child and niw adult and I turned out jus fine and have a child of my own now who will probably be like I was. We go on to live normal lives,if you let us. Reply

Dan Pollina cheektowaga May 24, 2017
in response to Anonymous:

Thank you for the encouragement!! Reply

Joyce Oxfeld Philadelphia January 2, 2017

I am Bipolar, and so was my Mother My Mother was Schizophrenic, and Bipolar. I think she may have been molested as a young girl, and her Father, My Zaydee, could not intervene. She was very beautiful, photogenic, and extremely intelligent with a remarkable memory. Things I don't possess.
She suffered during the Great Depression and never lived on Her own until marrying my Father. She had special schooling to become a dietician , but never achieved a position doing it. She lost all of her pregnancies except me, and was very vocally disappointed because I wasn't a male. She did lose a male after my birth. She was angry, and had to be protected from stress, including from me. I had many troubles in school , the neighborhood and little support , except the Wisdom of my Father. The Jewish community of the time did little to reach out to us. I was not raised Shomer Shabbos , Kosher, or even involved with a more conservative Synagogue and social connection. Reply

Amanda Sidney Ohio September 21, 2016

my son is 6 I'm currently dealing with all this with my 6 year old son. Reading what you said about your son matched my boys behavior. But lately my son I'd constantly talking about death and had stated a few times that he wants to die. Today the school called and said my son threatened to kill another student and said he wanted to kill them all and himself. The therapist doesn't want to give a diagnosis but I know what it is. I don't have much option around here but he needs help before I have to have him hospitalized. I'm extremely saddened. I love the good days, but the bad days are just so horrible. I've even had to go as far as restraining him for his own safety. Any advice? I'm in Sidney Ohio. Reply

Sonya Moore Chicago July 30, 2016

This has been my life every since my son was a toddler and it's only getting worse. He was just hospitalized last month and I had to leave my job to take care of him, and now I'm being evicted because I lost my income and couldn't keep up with the rent, which is another strain on an already fragile situation not only for me but for my other sons as well. I don't know what to do anymore, I've been to countless therapists and doctors, he's been hospitalized so many times since age 8 I can't even count anymore and now he's 14. The fighting with his siblings, the cursing at me, destroying the house, not sleeping, the aggressive behavior towards us, I can't take it anymore. Reply

Anonymous January 9, 2016

Just like me This story hit too close to home. Your son sounds exactly like I was when I was his age. Nobody taught me to kill myself I was a smart kid so I thought of many things myself. My parents went through a constant struggle. I was hospitalized 3 times. And then finally at age 8 I was put on anti phsycotics. Which most people do not agree with. And I am in high school with good grades and I can cook for myself. I go through little bumps. But I finally feel normal. I have friends. And I'm happy now. But I can't say it was easy. I did not have much of a childhood. But my teenage years are going great. If it wasn't for my parents I would have no friends. No life. And I would still be trying to run into the street. Reply

Anonymous Royal oak October 11, 2015

It's strangely comforting reading this and knowing someone understands what I'm going's just up and down. He goes on a new medication and does really well for a week or two and it's a relief..did we fund a medication that works??? But then the inevitable crash and disappointment when it turns out this medication won't work either.. Reply

Teresa Australia May 11, 2015

I read your story and the comments, and I cried almost weeping through the entire article and posts. May God give you all the strength to support your children. I can only imagine how challenging it is on so many levels. I am 40 and my father was diagnosed with paranoid/delusional Schizophrenia when I was very small he is now 80 and all I can remember is heartache and fear but there was also love when he was capable of it. So many hospitalization's and terrible memories of violent rage but I can't walk away from my father, it's not guilt but it's love and understanding that he is a sick man and if he doesn't have us what will happen to him. As time passed in order to cope we have all had to back off a little and we have learned to stand our ground and if he needs hospital or court orders to keep him on medication so be it. I hope that with research we can understand the disease better and help those suffering live a healthy independent life. Reply

Anonymous April 8, 2015

more than anyone could handle... I have TWO kids with mental illness (4 kids total). Try adding to this story (which is very much my story too), criminal charges and fighting for 2.5 years to keep my son out of adult court. At age 14, my son acted out against a child outside our family, and the parents called the police. The prosecutors got his psych history, and argued that he was too dangerous for juvenile court, that he should be tried as an adult. For TWO AND A HALF YEARS, our son was in a court-ordered residential program, not allowed to set foot in our home, while we fought with lawyers to keep him in Juvenile. No seders, no kosher food, no shabbat... nothing... from age 14 to 16 1/2. Even after we won, the prosecutor appealed and more months of fighting (we finally won the appeal). All of this plus caring for 3 other kids, including a daughter who had 4 psych hospitalizations during this time.

I am now divorced, wrecked credit, rebuilding... but holding my head high as a frum woman with belief intact. Reply

Amanda Southeast Texas March 2, 2015

every time I read words from another parent I am reminded that we are not alone in this. and that feeling is monumental. my daughter is 9. we have been struggling with this since she was an infant; angry, not easily settled, fussy. the real trouble started around two. by four we were pretty much living in hell. at 5 she tried to strangle herself. at six she started cutting. she is currently in her 6th hospitalization. this is now our new normal. but it does not make it any less sad. or scary. until the medical/psych community begins to accept that this is a true illness, and begin more proactive vs. reactive help, our children and our families will have to continue on this path. Reply

Anonymous Wisconsin February 25, 2015

Katrina, my son is the same age (will be 11 next week). He was officially diagnosed at 5, too. We had a near hospitalization a couple of years ago due to a med change gone terribly wrong. He struggled again last year at school. I finally found a program through the school district that works for him. He is in a "special ed" type room (which I fought for a long time) for a portion of the day. He goes to mainstream classes for reading, science, social studies and specials (p.e., art, music). The room outside of mainstream has made all the difference. It is a much smaller classroom size and has resources they can't provide in a mainstream setting. Even he has remarked on the fact this has been the best year yet. Like you say, it's crucial you have open communication with the school. Does he have an IEP in place? Is it followed? You may want to call a revision meeting. The stress of school often follows kids home and causes more issues. Especially if he thinks he'll stay home. Hang in there Reply

katrina chesapeake,va February 21, 2015

my son is bipolar, diagnosed at age 5. My son is bipolar, about to turn 11 this year. He was hospitalized for the first time last sept. Again in october. We have done medical changes and to no avail. His violence towards himself and others is becoming too much to handle. As a nurse, it is hard for me and as a parent to be out of ideas on how else i can help him. I know his triggers, but even with meds and modification to his environmwnt, i struggle with him. At this moment i am at a loss as to what to do. Many residential programs will not accept a child under 12. He has missed 20 days of school this year due to outbursts at home. I feel guilty if i send him to school during a meltdown, but i also feel angry that the school doesn't tell me when he has had an episode. I am just so tired of having to hold my family together by strings because my 11 year old can't cope with his illness. Idk what else to do. Reply

Sharon A. Miller Alexandria, Egypt January 27, 2015

Thank you for putting our experience into words. My son is 18, but it's almost exactly the same story. Reply

Anonymous USA January 15, 2015

family history alcohol or drug abuse addictions it all goes together all these things all take place in the family so if you see all these things yes it's possible SOto anyone who says that a child cannot have a mental illness look in the family history if anybody else had depression or bipolar disorder chances are your kid has got a variation of the same thing Reply

Anonymous Los Angeles May 27, 2014

This is in response to Anonymous from Redhill. I understand how you can see that children are innocent, untouched by diseases and clean slates. But the truth is, just as a child can have heart trouble, Leukemia, Cancer or any other disease or physical malfunction, so can their brain. Its more comfortable for us to accept that a child has a bad heart, a bad kidney or a faulty digestive tract. We can even accept children with retardation and Downs Syndrome. However, when it comes to accepting the idea of a child having a chemical imbalance in their brain, causing them to have faulty mood regulation which in turn causes disruptions in every aspect of their life, so many of us want to deny its authenticity. We don't want to believe that our precious children can be affected by such dark and gloomy things as depression and mania. But in truth, its real. And if its not recognized and treated properly, the consequences can be catastrophic. Its not easy to accept, but we have no choice. Reply

Anonymous Redhill May 22, 2014

he's just a normal kid having tantrums, my son went through, most boys go through it.......nowadays there is too much "diagnosing" mental conditions in kids, when in fact they are just going through the normal stages of childhood, and need calm, structured discipline, love and attention, and boundaries. Start telling him now he has a mental condition, and medicating him, at this early age, and your starting his life, with a whole unnatural heap of trouble. Accept this stage is difficult, deal with it, in an adult way, and seek help yourself if you cannot cope, with a normal kid. Reply

Anonymous May 1, 2014

I am a mother to a 6 year old boy a 5 year old boy and a 3 month old baby. My six year old and I are in the hospital right now for this very thing. He was a very up set and stressed out baby and it followed into his toddler years. He has just turned six and is being held back in Kindergarten because he cant stop fighting and arguing. He started hurting me and him self and now the baby. So we brought him into the hospital. My husband has the baby and the 5 year old because our son can not be in here alone but we have been here since Sat. it is now wed night and we are still just in the ER waiting for a bed at a pediatric psych unit. This is the most stressful thing I have ever had to go through! They put him on Resperidal ( idk how to spell it) and he seemed great the first day and then all of a sudden he started cycling through moods even worse then before and started hurting him self again. I am so at a loss for what to do. Reply

Anonymous Franklin Lakes June 25, 2017
in response to Anonymous:

Your son may have the disease that the movie Lorenzo Oil's displayed. Boys become very agitated. Get in fights n are hard to keep from aggression.please know he may allergic to something, too or have thyroid issues. It may b a medical reason instead of just psych.
An old RN Reply

avioncloud9 April 11, 2014

Lots and lots of power your way ma'am! That's all i can say and hope for! To all those parents, siblings and most importantly people who suffer like this everyday, i wish you all the best of health!

All you can do and have to do is.... B E L I E V E Reply