Friday, August 1, 2008

First Vent...in which I consider the future of Rose

So, it needs to be said that my sweet and loving husband deals with chronic and disturbingly hardcore depression and anxiety.  The illness is the worst part of our lives, by far, and has had long-reaching consequences.  Let's just say it how it is.  I HATE DEPRESSION.  I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

So, of course, I'm super freaked about the chance that one of our children may end up with the same trial, since depression and anxiety have genetic components.  One of our children, in particular, (we'll call her Rose) has been fairly high-strung since birth.  She is a fantastic kid, super bright and ridiculously talented at almost everything she's done in her short 8 1/2 year life.   But boy, she is a bundle of nerves.  She has been complaining about headaches and stomachaches consistently for the last year, and I've noticed that they seem to come more frequently when she is overwhelmed or the stress level in our house is higher.  Hmmm...anxiety-related, perhaps?  She has quit some things at which she was very talented, and wants to withdraw even further.  She's even started begging to be homeschooled in the fall, and yet she LOVED her last year of school and has many many friends.  I could go on, but I won't.
  
I took her to the doctor about her headaches today, and the doctor's diagnosis was that they are likely stress-related.  Knowing our family's history, she recommends highly that we take our sweetheart to a child psychologist.  That is exactly what I expected, and was grateful to get a referral to someone who might be a great fit for Rose.  But of course, Rose hates the idea of it.  To her, it's one more thing that will make her different than everyone else.  It will take some convincing.

Of course, I have jumped to the conclusion that Rose will be dealing with this trauma all her life, that it will devastate her and make her unable to have a healthy and fulfilling adulthood.  I know this is unhealthy.  Duh.  I just worry a lot.  (Hence, a need for an anonymous blog.  If I were completely well-adjusted, I wouldn't need this.)

I think with the right help, we will both be happier and better-adjusted.  Here's hoping we're on the path to something more positive.

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