Rosie and all, thank you for the kudos and thought. I need it. we all do. my mom is a sp ed teacher, and is burnt out. she thinks that it's all B.S. labeling and excuses. there is so much love yet astronomical tension btwn us, that we can't really talk about
anything but the boys(my kids) or other superficial stuff. i am slowly preparing a packet for her, which includes a letter from me, asking not for guidance, but acceptance, support info, and other material on bp/anxiety disorders, (any other ideas anyone has). when i told her she said something like "oh so i know what not to say to you?" i wonder if it's just too hard for her, and i just can't share that part of me with her? it hurts cause she's been my best friend for 30 yrs. she always loved me, at what i thought was my worst( on heroin, stealing from her to support my habit), and i know she loves me now. i wonder if we are so co dependant, and i really need to separate ourselves to become individuals. i miss her just thinking of being away from her, plus my boys are super attached to her. they cry for her sometimes. oh, i feel so bad. i feel like im messing up these awesome, smart ,funny,happy boys with my...insanity. i was them once. im trying to stop the cycle of craziness right now. i know bp may very well be genetic, but damage was done to me very early by the things i saw and heard. as the same with my mother, and her mother and probably for generations back. my sons are the only reason i am here today. reading this back to myself, i realize i am jumping around, what else is new.
manicmama