Monthly Archives: April 2012
So now – My mum was 28 and prescribed Amitriptyline – a tricyclic anti-depressant by her doctor – it was called tryptizol at the time. My guess is she was having trouble sleeping and was anxious and depressed. Her hopes and dreams were fading because my parents loved each other so much and wanted so much to have a family. How many times did she see her doctor? He chose the easiest solution at the time for him – a pill to make it all better – to make it all go away. Or he chose a pill to make her go away and free him up to concentrate on his other patients. Whatever his motive – times were different then (or were they?) and the long term affects of some of these medications were not perhaps understood. Certainly a G.P. would not have had the time to listen to Mum talk about all her problems even if Mum was able to identify in herself what her problems were. I do know that he said to her that life would be very boring without its “ups and downs”.
Mum identifyed to me that giving up her job was a mistake. Her job gave her confidence in herself and it also meant she didn’t have time on her hands to worry about things as much. Any of us with depression who have had periods of unemployment can all relate to the problem of having too much spare time and losing our confidence because we are unemployed. My dad was working as a Draughtsman and studying to be a Structural Engineer.
At this point – around aged 28 – my parents were both that age – they decided to put themselves forward for adopting a baby. If they couldn’t conceive naturally then they were determined to have a family and give a parentless child a home. Even in 1962 this was a stressful process. Many checks were done before they were identified a being suitable adoptive parents. So to their joy they were given a little baby boy aged 5 months old in 1964. That went well for them so that in 1966 they were given a little baby girl aged 6 weeks old to complete their family. That little baby girl was me. When I was 6 months old my parents joined a brand new church which had just opened close to their house. So Dad was working, Mum was looking after my brother and I and housekeeping and they both had joined a new church – Lutheran in denomination – though they weren’t Lutherans at the time my parents were both protestant in faith so that joining a Lutheran church was not too much of a challenge for them. Lutheran is very traditional and strict and previously they had attended a Presbyterian church which is also traditional and disciplined.
My mum was still taking Amitriptylene throughout this time. It seemed to help. However she never at any time had any form of therapy at all to help her understand why she was such a worrier and how she might manage her anxiety and at times depression. At first, living on a new housing estate Mum felt isolated. Eventually she made friends there. Friends who were also looking after their small children and not out at work. Also – through the church my mum made friends – some of whom she still sees in a social situation – almost 50 years later. And some of the friends she made in the neighbourhood she also still sees 50 or more years later!
Then – for my parents – a wonderful thing happened. Mum got pregnant after almost 8 years of marriage! This must have been a happy time for them both. I cannot remember as I was only around 2 or younger than 2. My brother was around 4. Mum’s waters broke when she was only 7 months pregnant. She was taken into hospital. There were problems. My mum was put under anaesthetic and given a casearian section. Their little baby boy was born. He died two hours later whilst Mum was still asleep. The midwife christened him whilst he was still alive and called him John. My dad did not see the baby, my mum did not see the baby, but apparently he was beautiful. In those days they didn’t take a photograph and the parents did not get a chance to say goodbye and hold their baby. It was discovered that baby John had a hernia in his diaphragm which pushed air up and pushed the heart and lungs upwards and this made him struggle to breathe once he had been born.
How sad for my parents for this to happen. And how sad for the family as a whole. A much wanted baby taken so cruelly and unexpectedly away. Up until this point the pregnancy had been running along smoothly and there was no indication that there might be anything wrong with the baby.
Whilst mum was still recovering in hospital, Dad, on his own, attended the funeral of baby John, whos name had now been changed to Simon John. When I picture that it is very sad. What mum has told me about her time in hospital when she realised her baby had died is also very sad. It brings me to tears talking about it and even thinking about it. Even though I was adopted – that baby would still have been my brother and he would be 44 this year. Yes we were adopted but my parents loved us as their own – they were very ethical and moral and I don’t believe that we would have felt any less loved just because mum and dad had a natural child as well. Still, it wasn’t to be.
Obviously this must have been a very sad time for my parents to say the least. However they soldiered on. Dad continued working, Mum continued with the routine of looking after us and we all still attended the local Lutheran church.
My Mum was given Amitrytylene by her G.P. (General Practicitoner) – which is her doctor in the UK but not a psychiatrist – when she was 28 years old. She had been married for two years to my Dad and during that time they had been trying for a baby. My guess is she went to the doctor and she was depressed and anxious and couldn’t sleep at night so that is what he prescribed her. The background to this was that they had some medical checks to see whether there was a medical reason for them not conceiving and that there was nothing at that time to be found.
I am going to a new paragraph here to space it out a bit. I do know that my mum had an operation for her appendix when she was 17 years old and we used to speculate that maybe they botched it up which made it difficult for her to conceive but that was just pure spceculaton.
Poor Mum and Dad. They started dating when they were 19 years old. They saved up their money and couldn’t get married until they were 26 years old. They were both Christians as were my grandparents so they had decided to wait until they were married to have sex. They put a deposit on a 3 bedroomed house in a nice area and about 9 months after their marriage they moved in because there was some delay with the building of it. So – we are talking 1960. In fact – they got married on the 1st January 1960 and moved in to their house around the September of that same year. Up until that point my Mum was working as a Personal Secretary to the manager of a company here in Liverpool. She was very hard working and capable and extremely efficient. In fact, it was because my Mum was so careful at saving money that she and Dad were able to save up for the deposit on the house. It was both of their money but she was the one who saved it.
I said poor Mum, poor Dad because there they were…so hopeful, so joyful, so excited. Building a life together, building a home together. Then after two years together they suddenly have the thought that they may not be able to have any children. How devestating that must have been for both of them.
Then at aged 28 a close family member and others persuaded mum that she would be better giving up the job she was so good at to concentrate on having a baby! And then the doctor prescribed Amytrptylene!
poor mum xxxx
Children need stability, love, security and good role models.
I went to church as a child so the foundation was there.
Society and the media is unstable. The economy goes up and down. Relationships can have their ups and downs, yet through it all we (and that is including someone diagnosed with bipolar) are expected to remain stable and to keep our equilibrium.
We have sex too young, without the stability and security of marriage. Is that going to help? In my opinion – “No”.
To God we are all worthy and acceptable because He made us this way. He understands ME and loves ME. He knows that I am a loving person and deserve to have friends and loved ones. He knows that we are all connected in some way because we are all His children and He has a plan for us.
People in my church – especially and most importantly the Pastor’s wife – have accepted me. I told the Pastor’s wife I am bipolar and of my problems associated with that. She also had empathy because her own Mum had depression for many years. Therefore I knew I could be a part of their church and community and be a full and active person whilst learning to love myself and learning how much God loves me. This also helped me to love others.
To God my life is worthwhile, therefore it follows that to ME my life is worthwhile and has true meaning. All the things that have happened to me in my life have not gone unnoticed by God and He is there for me to comfort and sustain me through all lifes trials and tribulations, joys and woes.
He is there to help me through each day, from its beginning to its end.
Thank you Lord! I love you!
There is no solid science behind blaming genetic predispositions and chemical imbalances and that childhood trauma can play a big role in what gets labelled as “mental illness”. (I found this information on the internet however I cannot recall who it comes from at the moment – for me this is very valuable information.)
My mum was in a car accident last Friday – a week ago. She is 78 years old. She is feeling a bit rough and is housebound at the moment and cannot move out of her chair without my brother helping her. I thank God that she is still alive because the car is a right off. My Uncle was driving the car so I thank God that he is ok too.
Prayers for both of them please.
All the best from