{"id":304,"date":"2008-07-29T21:48:26","date_gmt":"2008-07-29T21:48:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/2008\/07\/29\/bipolar-disorder-and-my-nephew\/"},"modified":"2018-05-15T10:02:13","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T17:02:13","slug":"bipolar-disorder-and-my-nephew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/bipolar-disorder-and-my-nephew\/","title":{"rendered":"Bipolar Disorder Depression and My Nephew"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" align=\"left\" width=\"172\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/blogpics\/davidblog.jpg\" hspace=\"5\" height=\"168\" \/>\u00a0 This is my amazing nephew David. He&#8217;s six. I was pretty depressed yesterday. David came up to me and gave me a hug. I said, &#8220;Auntie Wee is sick today.&#8221; He said, &#8220;I know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0Wow. That is pretty insightful. I said, &#8220;How did you know I was depressed?&#8221; He said, &#8220;Because you&#8217;re always depressed!&#8221; I had to laugh! I&#8217;m not depressed very often at all anymore, but when he was very young, I was depressed about 50% of the time.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0I made a decision when he was born that I would be honest with him about bipolar disorder. When I had a tough day, I&#8217;d say, &#8220;Auntie Wee is crying because she has an illness called bipolar disorder. &#8221; Then I would explain how the illness caused my depression, but that I was fine on the inside. There were days when I couldn&#8217;t play with him as I wanted to and he would say, &#8220;That&#8217;s ok. You can watch me play.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I really believe we can be honest with kids about this illness. They understand. I never let it get in the way of how I interacted with him. He came first and he still comes first- I just know my limits. I used to get so upset with myself that I couldn&#8217;t find the energy to hang out with him on the floor or run around in the back yard- but he didn&#8217;t care! All he cared about is that I was there watching him and talking with him!<\/p>\n<p>Now that my depression is so much better and he&#8217;s older, I teach him about mental illness and how it affects people- and I always do this in a practical, non scary way. By the time he&#8217;s 10 he will be an expert!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0He knows about my treatment plan (the Health Cards) and he will eventually know how to use them himself.<\/p>\n<p>Kids are smart- they know something is going on!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0Julie<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" align=\"left\" width=\"172\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/blogpics\/davidblog.jpg\" hspace=\"5\" height=\"168\" \/> This is my amazing nephew David. He&#8217;s six. I was pretty depressed yesterday. David came up to me and gave me a hug. I said, &#8220;Auntie Wee is sick today.&#8221; He said, &#8220;I know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p> Wow. That is pretty insightful. I said, &#8220;How did you know I was depressed?&#8221; He said, &#8220;Because you&#8217;re always depressed!&#8221; I had to laugh! I&#8217;m not depressed very often at all anymore, but when he was very young, I was depressed about 50% of the time.<\/p>\n<p> I made a decision when he was born that I would be honest with him about bipolar disorder. When I had a tough day, I&#8217;d say, &#8220;Auntie Wee is crying because she has an illness called bipolar disorder. &#8221; Then I would explain how the illness caused my depression, but that I was fine on the inside. 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