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The struggle is real…. Possible tissue warning ahead

I’ve been so focused on all the signs I have missed when catatonia slowly took over Bridget’s life and then battling it to get my girl back to where she was a year ago, I did not recognize the signs that catatonia was taking over my life as well.

Or maybe it is menopausal madness.

Maybe it is both?

Maybe it is that I am just tired of battling PACS1. Every time I think I have a handle on this life, every 12 to 18m BAM another diagnosis is obtained by Bridget. And while this is difficult to admit, some days I get tired of fighting.

It would be easier, honestly, just to let PACS1 take over. Let Bridget retreat into her own world, instead of battling this fucking disease that never stops trying to take my girl from me. It is also difficult to realize that Bridget is happy, in that world I cannot reach. Who am I to keep battling her to join mine?

Then there are moments like this…. where I know she wants to be with me, in the real world. As she snuggles on the couch (yes, with her IPad) and make sure that not only is she as close as humanly possible to me but makes sure that I am under the blanket with her.

It is these little moments, that I know the fight against PACS1 is worth it.

But over the past year, as I made inadvertent concessions as catatonia slowly took over my girl’s heart and brain, I was losing myself. I started to not make Bridget go out into the world, because she was so unhappy. I started not talking on speaker phone with her sister, because it was too difficult for Bridget to hear her voice but have her not be home. I stopped going for walks, because I was afraid to leave her alone for even 15 minutes. I stopped cooking healthy meals because she was happier eating plain pasta and if her dad wasn’t home popcorn for dinner is just vegetables and dairy so that counts, right? And wine is grapes so that is like an extra helping of fruit. (Kidding! Okay kind of true)

Unknowingly, for the first time PACS1 started affecting my mental and physical health.

I stopped checking in on friends, which again I know I don’t have to, but my happy place is caring for others. I have this friend that literally email and/or text multiple times a day. I stopped doing that because I felt like I was too needy and she had a lot going on in her life. I felt like I was taking advantage of her, and others, by always being in distress. Another friend group chat, I stopped posting and only responded. I pulled away from important support systems. Isolating myself because I hated that I could not get off the pity party.

Yet I know, those who know me are screaming at the screen right now that I am an idiot. That they want to be there for me, and I am not the needy friend.

But I’m tired of crying. I am tired. I am tired of having to struggle to find 10 things to remind me that my life is awesome. That I know how important to find those 10 things, so I remain invested in this life, yet I let that slide.

Then I think back, and I realize it isn’t just this past year that I have let myself go. That I haven’t been there for others as much as I should. That I have been selfish and wallowing. It was not any one thing, but a culmination of fighting for 16 years to make sure that Bridget did not just survive but thrive.

Every parent does this. Even if your child is Facebook life perfect, you have fought for them to be perceived this way. You have put your child first, always. You have supported them financially, socially and with love.

I know that my life with Bridget is no different than yours. So why am I struggling so much?

Is it that I am almost 55-years old and wondering how much more fight I have in me? Knowing that this is a rhetorical question, because I will fight one week longer than Bridget lives.

Is it menopausal madness? Like the fact that my husband makes so much freaking noise, even when he sleeps! Is my threshold lower dealing with Bridget’s ongoing issues because my hormones are all done?

Or do I just need to do what I do best and create a plan of action to get out of this seemingly never ending funk?

Spoiler alert…. I’m going with a plan of action.

I know I need to be as dedicated to myself as I am to Bridget (and yes, her dad and sister).

I just need to reset my priorities and make sure that I make sure I put myself on the list of things to take care of.

Keeping Score

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One of the most difficult things I am learning in this time of Bridget’s life is discerning what is behavioral versus what aspects of this newest disease is a mental health issue. Looking back (because it is always easier to see what I did wrong than to predict future mistakes), Catatonia began infiltrating our lives last summer.

As with all things Bridget-itis, the small things I either missed or decided were not important or they were becoming a part of her quirky and cute nature. What I thought was behaviors over time became the tools Catatonia used to try to keep my girl in her head and take her out of our world.

Bridget started refusing to leave the house. Going to the grocery store (one of her favorite places) became a negotiation if there wasn’t someone to stay in the car with her. Thinking it was behavioral, I made her push through when there was no other option. I didn’t realize she was having anxiety, and it was mentally painful for her to walk through those doors. Score 1 to Catatonia.

Bridget started talking only to me at home. I thought (at first) it was funny that she would “hide” her face from her dad and whisper to me the answer to whatever he was asking. Instead of being a new behavior, she was having mental anxiety that led to select mutism. Score 2 to Catatonia.

Bridget, while camping, refused to come to the campfire. Spent most of her time not only in the camper, but in her bunk. Bad mom moment, I kind of enjoyed the peace and quiet of camping, reading my book by the fire not having to listen to freaking Doc McStuffins on repeat. Instead, Bridget was showing the first signs of depression. Score 3 to Catatonia.

I asked the Doctor about all of these new diagnoses. If developmentally, Bridget’s brain is 4 years old, what the freak does she have to be depressed or anxious about? Okay, honestly there was a different “f” word in there.

Instead of reprimanding my use of adult language (perks of talking to her psychologist, they’re probably used to much worse), he gently explained that while Bridget’s mind might be 4 years-old, her body is not. Not only is her brain continuing to adapt and fight PACS1, but it is also having to deal with all the other hormonal, body and insert your teenage angst issue here concerns. Since her brain does not know how to deal with all that onslaught, it retreated into a state of catatonia.

Taking a minute here to remind all of you that I am not a doctor and may have misunderstood or misinterpreted all the information the Doctors have thrown at us over the past 4 months. If you have any of these issues or concerns, don’t trust me. Seek medical advice from a medical professional.

Carrying on after that short PSA. The Doctor tried to explain to me that with catatonia, depression, anxiety, select mutism and PACS1 (plus every other diagnosis Bridget has) what I am / have been afraid were behaviors I needed to help her correct, where actual mental health issues that we need to treat.

I asked how to I make sure that I don’t inadvertently create a behavior during this time?

I totally stumped the medical team with that one!

Here is the dilemma, the medical team is treating Bridget the patient. They are treating all the symptoms associated with her new diseases. They are also trying to be caring and cognizant of how her illnesses now affect our lives. (FYI getting up at 6am every day to give her a med SUCKS in JC CAPS, especially on the weekends). Yet they never thought of what behaviors we might create while treating her medical issues.

For example, what if I let Bridget not participate in grocery shopping now, while she is in crisis. What happens when she is no longer in crisis but has a learned behavior of staying in the car with dad? I guess that is okay, if he is home. But what if he is not and I have to run to the pharmacy?

What happens if we isolate ourselves now, to protect her from all her illnesses but that leads to us never leaving the house? (Self-serving PSA–if I am stuck in this house for more than 3 days, not allowed to leave, send Pinot Grigio).

Thankfully, this new cohort of Doctors listen and care. The advice is that if a behavior is not impacting Bridget’s life (like her increased stimming) then it is not a problem. For me not to sweat the small stuff (they are obviously new to the team). The behaviors that do impact her life (not leaving the house) is something we need to focus on. First with medication, then when she is no longer in this crisis “flight” mode, with therapy and baby steps.

And we have begun seeing small wins. Last weekend, Bridget walked to the beach. Score 1 to Bridget.

Today she got off the van very upset because her favorite teacher was not in school today. She verbalized it, and let me hold her until the tears were dry. Score 2 to Bridget

Keeping score, right now catatonia is up 3-2.

I know with time Bridget is going to kick catatonia’s ass. I am just going to have to be vigilant that once she does, there is not another behavior she has to overcome.

If I was a betting person, I would bet on my girl. She has never let me down before.

Dear Bridget

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