<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673</id><updated>2024-09-09T09:29:35.577-07:00</updated><category term="bipolar"/><category term="hospital"/><category term="rehabilitation"/><title type='text'>Life and Bipolar Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-8088164436637009958</id><published>2012-10-23T04:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T04:01:43.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/23/12 Hard Day</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a difficult day in our house. &amp;nbsp;Though Joshua has spent two visits in hospitals for two weeks each over the summer this will be a bit different. &amp;nbsp;This is going to be a three month stay. &amp;nbsp;I have been sick to my stomach for the last two days. &amp;nbsp;He wants to go but I am not sure he understands he will not be coming home with us. &amp;nbsp;It is just heart breaking to see him go through this but we know we can not go on like we have in the past. &amp;nbsp;Wish us luck.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8088164436637009958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/102312-hard-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/8088164436637009958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/8088164436637009958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/102312-hard-day.html' title='10/23/12 Hard Day'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-2589254737487772225</id><published>2012-10-17T05:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T05:39:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/17/12 Wow</title><content type='html'>Today started filled with a very anxious boy yelling from about 630 - 730 and having two restraints so far well it is just 730. &amp;nbsp;He seems to have started calming down after the last restraint. &amp;nbsp;Wants to hide under his blankets. &amp;nbsp;As long as he stops yelling I will be ok. &amp;nbsp;I can handle getting him something new every 5 seconds but the yelling is enough to put me over the edge. &amp;nbsp;I can see how some parents just can&#39;t handle this. &amp;nbsp;Especially if they have some of the same symptoms as the child has. &amp;nbsp;My hat is certainly off to any parent who adopts a child with bipolar disorder. &amp;nbsp;This is so hard on a parent to see your child go through and not be able to do anything about it. &amp;nbsp;We are going to have an interesting day. &amp;nbsp;All of this began over mom having to go to work. &amp;nbsp;I can only imagine what the day will hold. &amp;nbsp;We do have a schedule we do this every day. &amp;nbsp;Nothing is out of the ordinary for mom to go to work. &amp;nbsp;For some reason this morning it just go to him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2589254737487772225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101712-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/2589254737487772225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/2589254737487772225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101712-wow.html' title='10/17/12 Wow'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-3419665068689688262</id><published>2012-10-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-11T06:39:32.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/11/12 Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>I know my wife is going to be tired all day. &amp;nbsp;Son did not sleep well last night at all. &amp;nbsp;Its enough to make the whole house cranky when he does this up and down. &amp;nbsp;Since he did not nap yesterday I am wondering where he had the energy to be awake at all last night. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most all of the required documents have been delivered to the residential treatment facility. &amp;nbsp;I sure hope this is what will help him get better control over his actions. &amp;nbsp;I hope they can teach us the techniques to help him. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure if he will understand everything that is going on. &amp;nbsp;It is going to be very rough on the family not having him home for so long. &amp;nbsp;He is a part of us and it is going to be hard with him being so far away. &amp;nbsp;I am very frustrated with the fact that nothing has helped for very long over the years of dealing with this disorder. Three stays in short term hospitalization. &amp;nbsp;Each being less successful it seems. &amp;nbsp;But I guess with less restraints that is positive. &amp;nbsp;Just wish the outburst he had were not as aggressive as they are. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is just a rambling day it appears so I will stop here. &amp;nbsp;Hope you all have a wonderful day. &amp;nbsp;Keep us in your thoughts and prayers.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3419665068689688262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101112-crazy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3419665068689688262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3419665068689688262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101112-crazy-night.html' title='10/11/12 Crazy Night'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-1756494539551217055</id><published>2012-10-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-10T06:30:38.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/12 Rough End Of Day</title><content type='html'>I think I may have put a jinx on the day yesterday. &amp;nbsp;He did great right up until about the time his mom gets home from work. &amp;nbsp;About 530-545 he lost his mind and went very violent. &amp;nbsp;I ended up with scratches a few hits, kicks and bites. &amp;nbsp;He ended up getting bruised in a fight that lasted about 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I sure miss having help when he goes off like that. &amp;nbsp;He is less likely to get hurt when there is more than one person helping control his swings. &amp;nbsp;It took all I could do to contain his violence. &lt;br /&gt;
Today is another day and we are going to do our best to have a great day. &amp;nbsp;I have a blanket at the ready should it not go well. &amp;nbsp;At least I can wrap him up and control his arms then all I have to worry about is headbutts.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1756494539551217055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101012-rough-end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1756494539551217055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1756494539551217055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/101012-rough-end-of-day.html' title='10/10/12 Rough End Of Day'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-5560612024662048826</id><published>2012-10-09T05:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-09T05:02:53.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/9/12 Going For 4 In A Row</title><content type='html'>We have had three pretty good days looking to make it 4 today. &amp;nbsp;It has been so long since I have had a great day just Joshua and I that yesterday was a great treat for me. &amp;nbsp;He did pretty much everything I asked of him without much fuss. &amp;nbsp;It was nice to be able to enjoy being around him. &amp;nbsp; I am just hope we have more days like yesterday between now and the 23rd when he goes in for residential treatment. &amp;nbsp;I think they have a good base to work with with him and us. &amp;nbsp;Our desire is for him to live a happy life. &amp;nbsp;I know with bipolar disorder he is going to have bad days but I sure hope his good days outweigh the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I have to call send some papers into the doctors office to get a few documentation wrinkles ironed out then we will be all set to go. &amp;nbsp;Then it will just be a wait till the 23rd. &amp;nbsp; I am going to miss him being home but if we can get him the help he needs and the help we need it will all be worth it. &amp;nbsp;Wish us luck, and keep us in your prayers.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5560612024662048826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10912-going-for-4-in-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/5560612024662048826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/5560612024662048826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10912-going-for-4-in-row.html' title='10/9/12 Going For 4 In A Row'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-1666210847932641415</id><published>2012-10-07T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T11:18:49.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>We&#39;ve had a surprisingly wonderful weekend!&amp;nbsp; We took Joshua on Saturday morning to get his TB test (a requirement for his residential treatment).&amp;nbsp; He seemed a little confused about where he was going, but he was so good!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa&#39;s house (my parents), for the first time in months, and spent the whole day!&amp;nbsp; Bryan was helping Grandpa with some insulation in the house and it turned into quite a project.&amp;nbsp; Joshua napped for a bit in the morning, but played in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I know Grandma really enjoyed the day.&amp;nbsp; It was a little nerve wracking for me with their HD flat screen tv in the living room and all of their other breakables out in the open (I was exhausted when I got home).&amp;nbsp; But it went by without incident and when Josh was ready to go home, Bryan was almost done helping Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; And, despite his morning nap, he went to sleep at a good time and slept all night!&amp;nbsp; What a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, Bryan needed to go help Nana (Bryan&#39;s mom) with some chores around her house.&amp;nbsp; Josh again took a short nap this morning so his sister and I got to watch a little tv.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s generally playful and happy.&amp;nbsp; He keeps obsessing over certain things like &quot;I want ice cream&quot; and &quot;Daddy home?&quot;, but he seems to stay content.&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s hope it stays this way!&amp;nbsp; I know Daddy is getting a much needed, and well earned, break from the house today.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m even doing the cooking!&amp;nbsp; I hope this pleasant weekend carries over through the week.&amp;nbsp; We go back to the clinic to get Josh&#39;s TB test read tomorrow evening when I get home from work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m so glad I get to have such good moments with Joshua right now!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1666210847932641415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1666210847932641415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1666210847932641415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!!'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582662850158760284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-7019644650362640686</id><published>2012-10-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T08:19:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/4/12 How In The World</title><content type='html'>I know this blog is suppose to be more about my son and dealing with his bipolar disorder. &amp;nbsp;I know he is stuck with all this in his head and can not get away from it. &amp;nbsp;I know he has a really rough time with it and it is very hard on him. &amp;nbsp;Right now he is going through some serious issues with mom not being home and lays on the floor and hollers for her not to leave and to come home. &amp;nbsp;I know to him this is very serious. &amp;nbsp;He knows she leaves for work and comes home about the same time every day. &amp;nbsp;Its not like she does not come straight home after work. &amp;nbsp;But oh my God I can not handle this obsessing over her arrival starting at 7 am and his defiance over taking medications, or going to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday dealing with this yelling and stuff is just draining me. &amp;nbsp;In 19 days he goes into residential treatment, though it will be hard not having him home I am actually looking forward to a break. &amp;nbsp;I am feeling guilty for feeling this way. &amp;nbsp;He does not get a break from whats going on in his head. &amp;nbsp;It is amazing how I can put my headphones on and still hear him yelling over the music. &amp;nbsp;It just adds to the headache so I avoid the music and just put up with the yelling. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want to miss something he needs by having the music up so loud that I can&#39;t hear him. &amp;nbsp;And the loud music does the same as the yelling adds to my headache and my own anxious tendencies. &amp;nbsp;I feel so bad there is nothing that will console him, when he is obsessing like he does all day long. &amp;nbsp;We are into this day 3 hours and it has been non stop since he woke up at 7am. &amp;nbsp;I just don&#39;t know what to do for him any more. &amp;nbsp;He will not accept any direction. &amp;nbsp;He will not get up to eat take pills or go to the bathroom and I refuse to fight him anymore. &amp;nbsp;It is not good that all he wants to do is fight about little things. &amp;nbsp;Not sure how much more either of us can take without a mental snap.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7019644650362640686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10412-how-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/7019644650362640686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/7019644650362640686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10412-how-in-world.html' title='10/4/12 How In The World'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-4130737189068670986</id><published>2012-10-03T05:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-03T05:53:52.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/3/12 Deep Hole</title><content type='html'>Someone recently said that having a child with bipolar disorder created a strong feeling in them.  One of being totally lonely.  We have a very strong family support group but I can see how even with a strong support group you could easily feel completely alone.  Joshua has a tendency to isolate himself which in turn isolates his caregiver.  He did manage to get to school on Monday but came home scratched and bruised from his struggles with the staff.  In that day that he was not home I found myself doing the same thing Joshua does, isolating myself.  Since we have had such a long stretch of not so good days I find myself in the bottom of a deep hole of depression.  Wanting the best for my little man but not even sure what that is anymore.  I know I want him to live the best life he can but not sure what that life is going to be like for him, or us.  When everyday is a struggle for him just to keep his emotions and rage in check.  Over the past few weeks we have had days where for hours he would obsess on his mom not being home.  He would lay on the floor and yell constantly for hours one word, &quot;Momma,Momma,Momma&quot;.  He would do this over and over just taking enough time in between to take a breath.  No matter what I said or did he was not able to get a grip on his obsessing. By the end of the day we are both worn out.  Him from his obsessiveness and me just emotionally drained. &amp;nbsp;So wish there was some way this cup had passed from us. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4130737189068670986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10312-deep-hole.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/4130737189068670986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/4130737189068670986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/10/10312-deep-hole.html' title='10/3/12 Deep Hole'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-6088008704075521933</id><published>2012-09-26T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-26T19:21:24.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/26/12 BTTC Evaluation Visit</title><content type='html'>Today was our day to visit BTTC a local facility that uses ABA trained staff to modify behavior.  Josh would not let go of my hand or mom&#39;s had the entire time we were there.  It was a good meeting and I do believe it would be a good program for him.  The facility was clean and staff was very nice.  

We toured the facility and I was quite impressed with some of the offerings.  They have school classes on grounds that is staffed with educators from the local school district.  The residence halls were not massive like the ones at HCPC or Kingwood Pines.  It was a quaint little house almost but did have everything the kids need to succeed.  When we were touring the residence, the kids and staff were having lunch.  Everyone sitting at the table with staff mixed in with the kids.  It was almost like a family dinning table.  The meals are prepared on site by the staff and the kids help with taking care of cleaning up after the meal.  Like most families should.  

We will more than likely hear by weeks end if Joshua was accepted into the program and he could be on site in as soon as three weeks.  The only drawback to the facility is the distance from home and the fact that our income has already gone down just due to health insurance cost.  It is going to be interesting to go back and forth so much as they have activities we have to participate in with Joshua.  So trim here scrimp there to make sure we have gas in the car to make the trips.

Wish us luck.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6088008704075521933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/92612-bttc-evaluation-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/6088008704075521933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/6088008704075521933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/92612-bttc-evaluation-visit.html' title='9/26/12 BTTC Evaluation Visit'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-3218937230044195234</id><published>2012-09-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-19T14:28:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So frustrating</title><content type='html'>We&#39;re trying to take things one day at a time, but it&#39;s getting so frustrating.&amp;nbsp; As soon as Joshua takes one step forward, it seems like he takes two steps back.&amp;nbsp; Bryan described Joshua&#39;s start to school and his steady decline back into aggressive behavior.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s so hard for me to be at work all day and I can&#39;t do anything to help either of them.&amp;nbsp; We decided to let Joshua go on Homebound for school, but they&#39;ve rejected it.&amp;nbsp; Now they want another ARD meeting...for what?&amp;nbsp; They don&#39;t understand and I&#39;ve given up hope that they will.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re trying to ride it out until the assessment meeting at the residential treatment center.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they can give us a timeline for when we can get him into treatment.&amp;nbsp; After I heard from Bryan that Josh was aggressive with him again today, I stopped to take a break and look at my devotional from this morning (didn&#39;t get to it until now :( ).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s titled &quot;From Tears to Triumph&quot; by Mary Southerland:&amp;nbsp; Toward the end of the devotional she states, &quot;You see, it is easy to have faith and to trust God when the wind is still, the waters are calm and the nets are full of fish, but the true measure of our faith is in the midst of the howling storm. His comfort is best realized when our pain is strongest. The darker it gets, the brighter His light shines. We may be down, girlfriend, but we are never out because God is the Shepherd of every valley, Lord of every storm and Friend of the wounded heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Give me strength, dear Lord, through this storm!&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3218937230044195234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/so-frustrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3218937230044195234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3218937230044195234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/so-frustrating.html' title='So frustrating'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582662850158760284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-9144291602816919070</id><published>2012-09-18T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-18T10:11:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/18/12 Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>I have not updated the blog much recently.  Joshua had been doing better with no aggression to speak of at home.  School on the other hand is another story.  Every day that he went which wasn&#39;t often there was trouble.  Except for the first day of course.  This is such a battle with him to get him ready and to the bus or even take him to school.  As he gets closer to getting to the building his anxiety goes crazy.  Friday my wife had a funeral to attend but Joshua had decided he wanted to go to school.  This was the first time all week.  We encouraged him to go and have a great day at school. But he wanted us to drop him off at school.  As we are in the office and the aide from his room arrives to take him to his room, Joshua spins around and goes after my wife hitting her on the side of the head and putting a huge scratch on her forehead.  Then threw himself to the floor.  We were ushered out the door and around the other door so my wife could get the scratch looked at since blood was now running down into her eyebrows.  This is just the first of many fights since Friday.  We had another restraint Saturday and one Sunday as well.  Then Monday morning he comes after me giving me the same treatment he gave his mom on Friday.  Hit with a scratch on the forehead.  Again this morning as we are coming out of the bathroom he comes at me all his force.  I was able to contain him without any harm to either of us.

He was doing so well.  There have been no medication changes that would cause this.  I just don&#39;t understand.

I am sorry I have slowed down on this blog I know many of you try to keep up with how Joshua is doing through the blog or the facebook page.  I will try to do better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9144291602816919070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91812-missing-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/9144291602816919070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/9144291602816919070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91812-missing-in-action.html' title='9/18/12 Missing in Action'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-22228468095134709</id><published>2012-09-13T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T07:20:22.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/13/12 Oh What A Night</title><content type='html'>We had one very sick little man on our hands last night. &amp;nbsp;About 1 am he started feeling ill. &amp;nbsp;We were up and down with him for the next three and a half hours. &amp;nbsp;The good news is he is not constipated any more. &amp;nbsp;I think it may have been a stomach bug because if it wasn&#39;t coming out one end it was out the other. &amp;nbsp;He seems to be feeling alot better this morning. &amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if he is just teasing me or not but he has asked me to take him to school now 3 times. &amp;nbsp;With him being sick like he was though he can&#39;t go to school today. &amp;nbsp;How he has this much energy now after so little sleep is beyond me. &amp;nbsp;But some how he does. &amp;nbsp;I think energy is wasted on the youth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/22228468095134709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91312-oh-what-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/22228468095134709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/22228468095134709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91312-oh-what-night.html' title='9/13/12 Oh What A Night'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-421040365746735656</id><published>2012-09-11T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T17:47:11.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/12 Status Quo</title><content type='html'>Well it would appear Joshua is not going to progress or regress. &amp;nbsp;We are doing different things and getting the same results. &amp;nbsp;I got a call from the school yesterday when he did not go to school. &amp;nbsp;One of those calls where they say, &quot;have you tried this?&quot;, &quot;do you think this will work?&quot;. &amp;nbsp;We have tried everything to get this boy to school, short of hooking a rope around him and dragging him out of the house in his pj&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;When he goes down to the floor and says &quot;I no like to go to school&quot; &amp;nbsp;you can bet your last dollar that you will not be able to get him out the door. &amp;nbsp;Its not like we party all day when he stays home. &amp;nbsp;He loses all electronics use for the day. &amp;nbsp;No TV usage, No computer usage. &amp;nbsp;What is so fun about staying home? &amp;nbsp;By the end of the day when the family gets home he is telling them how much he don&#39;t like me. &amp;nbsp;But we can&#39;t get him out the door to go to school. &amp;nbsp;This is driving me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;
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So home bound is a no go, &amp;nbsp;they offered half days where the bus would still do transportation but a later time and still getting home at 230. &amp;nbsp;Which would be great but there is no way he will go to school for just me with no one else home to encourage him out the door. &amp;nbsp;I just know I will be getting a letter about attendance in no time at all. &amp;nbsp;What can we do?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/421040365746735656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91112-status-quo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/421040365746735656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/421040365746735656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91112-status-quo.html' title='9/11/12 Status Quo'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-3044528513435393000</id><published>2012-09-10T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-10T05:02:02.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/10/12 Failure To Launch</title><content type='html'>I am seeing a common action between our lives and the lives of other parents in our support group of children with bipolar disorder. &amp;nbsp;The kids just do not want to go to school. &amp;nbsp;Now a normal kid you can make them go but a kid who rages, &amp;nbsp;you could get seriously hurt. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know quite what the link is between bipolar and dread of school. &amp;nbsp;What makes them willing to fight to avoid it? &amp;nbsp;How can this child get the socialization skills they need if they are never in that setting. &amp;nbsp;Just getting Joshua out of the house for any trip is rough. &amp;nbsp;But getting him to go to school is quickly becoming a battle we lose more often than we win.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was up quite a bit last night. &amp;nbsp;I know he has to be a bit tired. &amp;nbsp;Well I base this on how I feel from getting up with him. &amp;nbsp;We have asked for home bound, lets see if the district follows through. &amp;nbsp;Not real healthy for me to be inside this box all day every day but don&#39;t really have a choice in that. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3044528513435393000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91012-failure-to-launch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3044528513435393000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3044528513435393000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/91012-failure-to-launch.html' title='9/10/12 Failure To Launch'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-7693237225254191322</id><published>2012-09-08T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-08T18:05:29.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/8/12 Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of those days were all he has done is whine. &amp;nbsp;No matter what we have done he has not let up. &amp;nbsp;He could be eating one thing and in between bites whining for something else. &amp;nbsp;Those who know what I look like can now understand why I have no hair. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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We did get some news from BTTC the behavior intervention residential facility. &amp;nbsp;They will be doing an assessment on him on the 26th and if he meets requirements for placement we could get him into that program by the end of the year maybe. &amp;nbsp;Crossing our fingers because we have about run out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was up bright and early this morning and has been going all out all day long. &amp;nbsp;He was one tired little fella tonight. &amp;nbsp;I sure hope he sleeps all night like he did last night.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7693237225254191322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9812-would-you-like-some-cheese-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/7693237225254191322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/7693237225254191322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9812-would-you-like-some-cheese-with.html' title='9/8/12 Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-1527558552967561478</id><published>2012-09-07T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T10:55:26.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/7/12 I No Like To Go To School</title><content type='html'>I am already tired of hearing that phrase. &amp;nbsp;I hear it every morning at least once. &amp;nbsp;We did manage to get to school every day this week except for Monday, a holiday, and today. &amp;nbsp;Just now he told me he will have to talk to his people on facebook about it. &amp;nbsp;The things he says sometimes you just can&#39;t be upset with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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We did have some aggressiveness today already. &amp;nbsp;He normally sits on the sofa with a chair or ottoman in front for him to put his legs on and it keeps him from just hopping right up. &amp;nbsp;Well as I was standing there behind the chair but in front of him he got upset because I didn&#39;t have something he wanted. &amp;nbsp;He pulled his legs up placed both feet firmly against that chair and shoved it. &amp;nbsp;Bending my toes up when the chair hit them. &amp;nbsp;I know to always have shoes on when I stand there. &amp;nbsp;After he realized I was hurt he did get down to the floor and lay down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what it is with these kiddos and school though. &amp;nbsp;It is a chance for him to go and be around other people but he wants none of it. &amp;nbsp;They don&#39;t demand a lot from him. &amp;nbsp;I would love to go chill with my buddies. &amp;nbsp;I sure wish he did.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1527558552967561478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9712-i-no-like-to-go-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1527558552967561478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/1527558552967561478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9712-i-no-like-to-go-to-school.html' title='9/7/12 I No Like To Go To School'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-3401853059757515462</id><published>2012-09-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T06:55:13.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
As I sit here this morning, &amp;nbsp;thoughts of the future race around inside my head. &amp;nbsp;We have had so many changes in our lives over the past 13 years. &amp;nbsp;When Paula and I first married I had three children from a previous marriage. &amp;nbsp;After our first year of marriage we had 4 young children in our house. &amp;nbsp;Those were some interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now here we are 13 years later and the two oldest have flown the coup and the next in line is a senior in high school. &amp;nbsp;Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;
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Joshua attached himself to each of his older siblings in order. &amp;nbsp;First Jessica was his favorite in the whole world. &amp;nbsp;They were very close and he always wanted to be around her. &amp;nbsp;She is still sometimes able to get him to do things he don&#39;t really want to do. &amp;nbsp;As time passed she graduated and moved on to bigger and better and Joshua really did not understand where his big sister was and why she was not right there for him to pester. &amp;nbsp;He had a bit of anger toward her not being in the house. &amp;nbsp;But he moved on to the next in line and Johnathon became his new favorite. &amp;nbsp;John was very good with him and very excepting of him and his issues. &amp;nbsp;John went and worked at the summer camp that Joshua attends. They would go for rides in the car, John could even take him to the mall. &amp;nbsp; John had a great group of friends who also understood Joshua. This went on for several years until it was John&#39;s time to take wings. &amp;nbsp;John went into the Army and Josh was not able to see him or talk to him as much as he can Jessica. &amp;nbsp;Well then it was Jordanne&#39;s turn to be the favorite. &amp;nbsp;By this time Joshua was a big boy and Jordanne is just a tiny teenager. &amp;nbsp;There has always been concern if Joshua turned on her she could get hurt really badly. &amp;nbsp;For the most part Joshua has not been inclined to go after her. &amp;nbsp;After this year when Jordanne goes to college Joshua will basically be an only child except for the occasional visits from his favorite people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the family has shrunk dad has had a hard time adjusting to each one leaving home. &amp;nbsp;But I think Joshua has had a much rougher time adjusting. &amp;nbsp;His life is here and now. &amp;nbsp; When Jordanne does move away &amp;nbsp;I am not real sure how he will handle it. &amp;nbsp;But I know he will have mom and dad here to help him adjust.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3401853059757515462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/fast-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3401853059757515462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/3401853059757515462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/fast-forward.html' title='Fast Forward'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-6303723001135447259</id><published>2012-09-05T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-05T06:56:15.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/5/12 Shocked and Amazed</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep last night about 1030 and was just getting to the good part of my fishing dreams. &amp;nbsp;You know right after you set the hook and the fish is just about to break the water for your first glimpse? &amp;nbsp;Just as I felt the line go tight and the fish is headed to the surface I hear a noise. &amp;nbsp;What could that be? &amp;nbsp;Oh snap Joshua is awake and now my fish will never be seen. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s one in the morning and I hear &quot;wakey wakey&quot; come through the monitor. &amp;nbsp;I know when he says that he getting ready to wake the house. &amp;nbsp;Then I hear him fumbling around getting out of bed and heading to the living room. &amp;nbsp;I caught him half way through the living room, and shuffled him to the sofa. &amp;nbsp;Now I prepare for what is gonna happen next. &amp;nbsp;Normally he begins to holler for everyone in the house but not this time. &amp;nbsp;He sits quietly there for a few minutes then decides to go back to bed. &amp;nbsp;Yes bullet dodged. &amp;nbsp;I walk him back to his bed and cover him give him a kiss then hurry back to my bed as his eyes close. &amp;nbsp;This whole thing took about 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I am feeling mighty proud of myself for getting him back down so fast. &amp;nbsp;But wait there are always two shoes and only one had dropped. &amp;nbsp;He mumbled for about 10 more minutes in bed before I hear that sound I love, deep restful breaths. &amp;nbsp;I settle back in and dose off once again but my fishing trip ended and the boat was no where in sight. &amp;nbsp;Sleeping pretty good when at 215 I hear rustling in the monitor again. &amp;nbsp;I get up and go to his bedroom door and he has no covers on, &amp;nbsp;I go in cover him up and go back to bed. &amp;nbsp;Just as I lay down he starts to talk. &amp;nbsp;I lay there for another 15 minutes until his deep restful breaths return. &amp;nbsp;I return to my slumber yet again. &amp;nbsp;Shortly after three the words flow through the monitor which causes a few choice words to cross my lips. &amp;nbsp;I get up and he is coming out of his bedroom wants others up but managed to get him to the sofa. &amp;nbsp;He sat there and talked and grunted and kicked his feet for a little bit but reserved himself to the fact it was he and I awake. &amp;nbsp;I sat at the table and he put his head back on the back of the sofa. &amp;nbsp;I thought a few times about helping him lay down but once he gets approached to do something he don&#39;t care to do just yet it can turn into an even longer night. &amp;nbsp;I decide to sit and watch him. &amp;nbsp;Once again with his head back he seems to be going to sleep. &amp;nbsp;After what seemed like forever I am convinced he is out and decide to go back to bed. &amp;nbsp;About 45 minutes this time. &amp;nbsp;As I am getting up to go back to bed I look over at him and a big smile comes across his face, &amp;nbsp;then a giggle. &amp;nbsp;He does this three times. &amp;nbsp;So much better than having nightmares. &amp;nbsp;He is dreaming good dreams. &amp;nbsp;I head back to bed. &amp;nbsp;Sleeping once again feels so good. &amp;nbsp;And my wife rolls over and says &quot;here he comes&quot; &amp;nbsp;about that time his head pops around the wall that leads into our bedroom. &amp;nbsp;Mom and I talk him down. &amp;nbsp;Josh go set of the sofa and we will be in we just have to have a little more sleep, just a few more minutes and we will be up. &amp;nbsp;Close to time for the alarms to go off anyhow. &amp;nbsp;Trying to squeeze just a little more sleep in we dose until the alarm goes off and my wife hits the floor running. &amp;nbsp; Me I just need a few more minutes. &amp;nbsp;Twenty minutes later I am up getting his pills while he is eating breakfast with mom. &amp;nbsp;Now pill time is not till six so there are a few minutes between when they are done with breakfast and pill time. &amp;nbsp;In those few minutes he drops off the sofa to the floor and starts getting defiant. &amp;nbsp;Not wanting to take his pills. &amp;nbsp;Mom has gone on to start getting dressed and I told him we should be sneaky and take the pills without mom knowing. &amp;nbsp;It worked he took them quickly. &amp;nbsp;When mom returned to the room she talked him into brushing his teeth although he had already told us he was not going to school. &amp;nbsp;Then out of nowhere he wants to go to school if we drive him. &amp;nbsp;He gets dressed and we are out the door by 645. &amp;nbsp;Get him to school and he goes right in and takes to his day like a duck to water. &amp;nbsp;Who would have thought with a night like we had last night that he would be in school today. &amp;nbsp;This boy always seems to amaze me with his thought process.&lt;br /&gt;
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Follow us on facebook: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/LifeAndBipolarTimes&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.facebook.com/LifeAndBipolarTimes&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6303723001135447259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9512-shocked-and-amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/6303723001135447259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/6303723001135447259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9512-shocked-and-amazed.html' title='9/5/12 Shocked and Amazed'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-2437874398998201597</id><published>2012-09-04T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-04T11:47:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/4/12 Call With School</title><content type='html'>Well the call with the school went about as I expected. &amp;nbsp;She was just gathering information so she could push up the request for home bound education services. &amp;nbsp;I can tell we are in for some long days ahead. &amp;nbsp;She explained to me that her concerns were that if we did start home bound the tendency Josh would have not to return to school. &amp;nbsp;I told her if we can&#39;t get him in school we should bring school to him. &amp;nbsp;I am not all that excited about him being home around the clock myself. &amp;nbsp;But we have to add the school structure to his schedule one way or another. &amp;nbsp;I understand we would only be looking at 4-6 hours of service a week with more of his educational requirements falling under my responsibility. &amp;nbsp;We are also looking at him being in residential treatment for about three months this fall. &amp;nbsp;But we have to get something started or we are going to be in worse shape than we were at the end of the year last year. &amp;nbsp;It is two steps forward and three steps back with this kiddo right now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2437874398998201597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9412-call-with-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/2437874398998201597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/2437874398998201597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/09/9412-call-with-school.html' title='9/4/12 Call With School'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-3564052723938684255</id><published>2012-09-04T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-04T07:00:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/4/12 Great Night Defiant Morning</title><content type='html'>Josh slept great last night. &amp;nbsp;He did not wake up once all night long. &amp;nbsp;This is the first night in a long time that this has been the case. &amp;nbsp;This morning he got out of bed easily was awake and alert. &amp;nbsp;Had breakfast and was in a playful mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this changed rather quickly when he realized it was a school day. &amp;nbsp;When he came to that realization he laid down on the floor and began saying &quot;I no like to go to school&quot;. &amp;nbsp;We did everything short of picking him up and dragging him out the door. &amp;nbsp;I have written about his size and abilities when it comes to a fight. &amp;nbsp;We choose our battles, the ones where there is no chance anyone will end up in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;This is not a battle we could win without 911 having to be called. &amp;nbsp;I told him there would be no tv or electronics until he went to school. &amp;nbsp;No playtime. No treats. &amp;nbsp;None of this had any effect on his stance. &amp;nbsp;So there he is still on the floor. &amp;nbsp;Here I am at home. &amp;nbsp;I think for me, being stuck at home and at my wits end as to what to do for this boy is what triggers my depression. &amp;nbsp;After 5 days of not being outside or running into other humans all day I am a basket case. &amp;nbsp;When I start feeling that way I have to remember I can take a break when mom gets around, &amp;nbsp;he does not have that ability to take a break from his thoughts, he has to live in his head.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is just no rhyme or reason to his actions.  If we interact with him he gets worse if we ignore him he gets worse.  No matter what we do it continues.  As a parent it breaks your heart to know there is nothing you can do to make your child feel better.  A parent of a normal child would consider this to be bratty behavior and if their child acted like this they would give them a time out or a spanking.  Neither of those work with a child like Joshua.  His actions are completely out of his control.  With his limited mental capacity there will always be so much we don&#39;t understand about what he goes through.  We just have to continue to work on behavior modification and pray it rolls over to all areas of his life.  

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When I started writing this blog I was hopeful that I could share some insight that may help other parents who are going through some of the same things. &amp;nbsp;My ability to research has been limited and I thank you for hanging in there with me until we can get to that point.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5937605864093580888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/5937605864093580888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/5937605864093580888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-am-blessed.html' title='I Am Blessed'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504344401962214673.post-782841622896401608</id><published>2012-08-31T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-31T05:15:01.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8/31/12  School Day 5 No Go</title><content type='html'>After a very rough night up at 1am awake till 230am he locked down got on the floor when we were trying to get him to the bus. &amp;nbsp;Now if he was smaller this would not be an issue we could force him off the floor and to the bus. &amp;nbsp;As I have gotten older I realize I can&#39;t do that with a 190 lb 13 year old boy who hits as hard as a grown man and scratches like a rabid racoon. &amp;nbsp;So what do you do, &amp;nbsp;the only thing you can do you tell him if he does not go there are no activities which he enjoys for the day. &amp;nbsp;No TV, WII, or treats. &amp;nbsp;Still this does not persuade him because in his mind he is not going to school regardless of the circumstances. &amp;nbsp;It took all year last year to get to this point and here we are at that point on the 5th day of school. &amp;nbsp;So we are back to a life of not doing anything while he is at school because he is not at school. &amp;nbsp;Today we make some calls to see where we are in the line for the residential behavior treatment. &amp;nbsp;This life is not an easy one and the rewarding part is few and far between. &amp;nbsp;It has an effect on relationships both far and near. &amp;nbsp;It is not a life for a weak person, &amp;nbsp;as they would not survive it. &amp;nbsp;Even us strong ones have our moments when we just throw our hands up. &amp;nbsp;Now as long as I can make it through today without having any attacks because of our rules from the morning of no entertainment if you don&#39;t go to school.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/feeds/782841622896401608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/08/83112-school-day-5-no-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/782841622896401608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504344401962214673/posts/default/782841622896401608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandbipolartimes.blogspot.com/2012/08/83112-school-day-5-no-go.html' title='8/31/12  School Day 5 No Go'/><author><name>Frugal Pop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11389526359239085207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>