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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

TRUE CONFESSIONS: ADMITTING A TRAUMATIZED LIFE!




    RECENTLY, a friend introduced me to her sister and said:  This is my Bi-Polar Sister!  I immediately thought... That's not nice!  Should I have introduced my baby sister as:  This is my fat sister or my Depressed Sister, or my Normal Sister?
...I still think it's not nice to "OUT" people; let them do their  own inventory and share their own labels.  But what I did learn from this experience is that often it's hard to tell or recognize what TRAUMAS look like or define us - A death, a divorce, a profound saddness, a baby lost at birth, a rejection, an anxiety about performance, a war or disaster-related incident, overeating or obesity, and on and on and on!
...What's obvious, in my opinion, is that life is traumatizing and our experiences affect our MENTAL & PHYSICAL HEALTH. So let's talk about what's going on. Let's not merely label people!  Here's a great article doing that. It's about someone who didn't judge someone else but shared her own story about COPING with changes inside herself!  Feel free to leave your comments below.



Local Author Shares Her Story In Memoir
‘Defying The Verdict: My Bipolar Life’
4/5/2019, 6 a.m.
         

  Charita Cole Brown has lived in bipolar recovery for more than twenty-five years. She chronicles her powerful story in her debut book “Defying the Verdict: My Bipolar Life.” Courtesy Photo

Charita Cole Brown was diagnosed with a severe form of bipolar disorder during her final semester as an English major at Wesleyan University. Doctors predicted she would never lead a “normal” life. Despite that prognosis she sought treatment and went on to marry, raise a family, earn a master’s degree in teaching and enjoy a fulfilling career in education.

Her powerful story is chronicled in her debut book, “Defying the Verdict: My Bipolar Life” (Curbside Splendor Publishing, June 2018). Brown will be in conversation with Dr. Karen Swartz (of the Johns Hopkins Mood Disorders Center) at Barnes and Noble, 3330 St Paul Streeet, Baltimore on Wednesday, April 10, 2019 from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m.

Bipolar Disorder (formerly known as manic depression) is highly treatable. However of the estimated 5.7 million Americans living with the disorder over 50 percent refuse to seek treatment. The fact that the suicide rate for people who have bipolar disorder in the United States is 20 times higher than that of the general population is even more sobering.

“I felt compelled to write this book to help reduce the stigma for people living with bipolar disorder and to encourage people living with the disorder to seek treatment,” Brown said.


Tease photo Charita Cole Brown, author of Defying the Verdict: My Bipolar Life, earned a BA in English from Wesleyan University and an MAT in Early Childhood Education from Towson University in Maryland. A retired educator who lives in Baltimore, she is committed to helping others create strategies to defy their personally challenging verdicts.




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Newly Diagnosed

Newly Diagnosed With Bipolar? Don’t Be Afraid!

      The diagnosis of bipolar disorder can be terrifying. Charita Cole Brown pens a consoling letter to the newly diagnosed that there is hope and adventure with bipolar disorder.
 

AMAZON Editorial Reviews

Review

“Defying the Verdict is a wonderful book: deeply human, full of life’s joys and suffering. Full of the author’s courage and faith. Charita Brown describes her bipolar illness in telling detail; her writing is powerful and eloquent. I highly recommend this book.”
Kay Redfield Jamison, author of An Unquiet Mind 

“Charita Cole Brown writes with grace, vulnerability, and a fearless urgency about being a black woman with bipolar disorder. Her story is remarkable, full of insight and inspiration.” 


 Nana-Ama Danquah, author of Willow Weep For Me: A Black Woman’s 
Journey Through Depression

 
 “In an artful and gripping account of life inside an over-imaginative brain, Charita’s fierce determination to ride the waves of her illness with unshakeable resolve inspires fortitude in the most challenging of personal circumstances. Grounded by her family’s love and her own undeniable intellect, this victorious story activates hope for those with and without a brain-based illness.”


Cassandra Joubert, author of Losing Control: Loving A Black Child With Bipolar Disorder

 
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MORE READINGS ON LIVING WITH A BIPOLAR CONDITION
 


Mad Like Me: Travels in Bipolar Country       The Bipolar Experience      Bipolar MD: My Life as a Physician with Bipolar Disorder     Got Bipolar?: An Insider's Guide to Managing Life Effectively     BIPOLAR WELLNESS: How to Recover from Bipolar Illness: An Entertaining Memoir with Simple Action Strategies for Every Stage of Recovery

Monday, May 6, 2019

REMOVING THE STIGMA IN 2019: MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH MONTH

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My Brother Has Schizophrenia — Here’s What I Want People to Know

 Health Lifestyle Arena <healthupdate@healthylifestylearena.com>

May 04, 2019

In high school, my brother Dan* was the big man on campus. Kids idolized him; teachers loved him. He was an athlete, super handsome, and smart. He graduated with honors and had tons of friends. I’m a few years older than Dan, but even my friends would call dibs on who would get to marry him.

He didn’t have signs of depression or any type of mental illness when he was a teenager. It wasn’t until a couple years into college when he started experiencing symptoms of paranoia. Dan was convinced his roommate had stolen his phone while he was sleeping, and he started to think his neighbor was stalking him. He slowly started to isolate himself from friends he had known all his life and sever ties with people.

When Dan came home for Thanksgiving his sophomore year, his personality was different, but we just thought he was being a brat. Even with the previous incidents of paranoia, we didn’t realize things were bad enough to require help or medical intervention. Then he ended up having a physical altercation with my dad, and my parents called the police. The police came and took him to the hospital, to the psychiatric ward, but they ended up releasing him right away. He wasn’t experiencing any symptoms to keep him there, and we didn’t know enough about mental illness at the time to know if he needed any additional help or intervention.

I hadn’t heard much from Dan until the next Spring when he called each of my siblings and my parents to tell us he loved us. It was out of character for him; we knew something was off. He was home alone because my parents were out of the country, so we had a neighbor go check on him. We were expecting the worst.

Instead, Dan, our two family dogs, and the car were all gone. We had no idea where he went. My dad was able to track the location on his phone – Dan had come to the city where my sister and I lived, a few hours from my parents’ home. He drove all the way there with the dogs. He rented a hotel room; apparently, he wanted to go see a baseball game.

We were tracking his location and knew he was still in the city, and I was worried sick about him. That night, when I saw he was making his way out of the city to drive back home, I tracked his car down and stopped him in the middle of the street. I begged him to stay the night and drive home the next morning; I was in tears. It was getting late and I didn’t want him driving in the dark.

Finally, I convinced him to stay the night at the apartment I shared with my sister. I woke up the next morning to make sure he left. He told me he had to go to yoga and had to be somewhere at noon. I was so confused. He left and when he came back, he was acting really strange. Then it was getting late again, so he said he was going to wait and leave the next day instead. I was getting pissed because I thought he was playing games.

That night, I heard him take a bath in my bathroom. It got really hot because my bathroom doesn’t have a lot of ventilation. I heard the door slam – he was gone, even though all of his clothes were still there. I then heard the fire alarm in the building go off. He had gone up to the roof in my women’s Patagonia jacket and nothing else. He’s 6’3″ and I’m a foot shorter than him; it didn’t exactly fit. He was sweating and had the wildest look in his eyes. “I’m not safe here,” he said.

In hindsight, I should have gotten help for him right then, but at the time, I didn’t realize just how bad things were going to get. I managed to get him to come inside and get through to him that we were absolutely leaving the next morning – I would drive him the few hours back home – no questions asked.

Finally, he got up again the next morning and we were getting ready to go. He said he was going to leave to get breakfast. I went to go find the car so we could drive home, and he never came back. Not only did he disappear, but he left his phone at my apartment. We later found out it was because he thought Apple and Verizon were trying to hack him. I also found some hospital papers in a grocery bag he left behind that stated: The patient should follow up with a mental health professional. I called all the hospitals in the area asking if they had seen him. No one had any information.

We knew it was bad, and we weren’t sure how to find him. I was able to log into his bank account and track what he was spending on his debit card. I saw he went to a Starbucks so we called a bunch of Starbucks locations trying to find him. That night, I was expecting him to show up, but he never came. It was going on almost 24 hours of him missing, and that’s when panic started to set in.

I saw he spent money at my gym, so I called the facility. They said they saw someone who matched the description of my brother come in to shower but they had to kick him out because they found him sleeping in the locker room. I stayed home from work and spent the day tracking his spending. Every time he would spend money somewhere, I’d call to see if they had seen him.

When I saw he spent money at Petco, I called and a woman said my brother came in and bought a large $100 Tempur-Pedic dog bed. We knew he was going to use it to sleep on the street. Although we had initial contact with police officers, they weren’t being helpful or taking us seriously. But after he was gone for over 24 hours, we went back to the police station and found some understanding officers who helped us file a missing persons report. My parents came to town to help us find him.

I decided to look through his texts and Facebook messages to see if he left any clues but couldn’t find anything. Then, I opened up his Instagram direct messages, and that changed everything. He rarely posts on Instagram, but he had been DMing celebrities incoherent messages, having lengthy conversations with them as if they were responding. There was one celebrity in particular he messaged multiple times, saying he would meet him at a diner down the street for lunch. That is why he said he had to be somewhere at noon a few days before. We knew then he was seriously in trouble.

On the fourth day he was missing, my parents and I were having lunch and we decided to check his bank account one more time. Turns out, he had bought food from the grocery store around the corner. We called the detective who had been working on our case to come check out the surveillance tapes. As my sister and parents went to go look over the tapes, I decided to look for him on my own. It was a beautiful spring day and I thought to myself, “What would Dan do?” I knew there was a tea shop nearby and he loves tea, so I checked there. Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the counter. He looked like he was back to himself. Whatever psychotic break he was in, he was done. “How did you find me?” he asked. “We’ve been looking all over for you,” I told him. “You’re a missing person. Your photo is all over the city. We love you, we were worried about you. Of course we were looking for you.”

The detectives and an ambulance came and took him to the hospital. I rode in the ambulance with him, and that’s when I got a sense of what was going through his mind during those four days. “I felt unsafe and I removed myself from the situation so nothing would happen to anyone else,” he told me sternly. “You want me to tell you I’m crazy – I’m not crazy. This is how I felt and this is the way I handled it. It’s the way I wanted to.”

He went to the hospital but the doctor decided that since he wasn’t experiencing any symptoms of psychosis at the moment, there wasn’t much they could do. They held him for 24 hours for observation, and the next day we picked him up. We found out that he left our apartment after taking a bath because he was convinced someone was trying to poison us. Before he went missing, he even visited the police station and they sent him to the hospital, hence the papers I found, but he was released right away. In his own way, he was trying to protect us.

It’s been a couple years since this incident. And while my parents sought to get him help, it took a lot of trial and error to find a psychologist or therapist who would even see a patient who was experiencing the symptoms he was: paranoia, hearing voices, and having had a full-blown episode of psychosis. Eventually, they were able to find a psychologist who said Dan absolutely has schizophrenia, but the exact diagnostic process was complicated. To make things more confusing, Dan refused to see a therapist regularly or entertain the idea of taking medication.

My parents go to a support group throughout the National Alliance of Mental Illness (NAMI) with other families in their area. The other members of the group include another family my parents already knew from when Dan played sports growing up. It just goes to show that mental illness, even serious mental illness, is more common than people realize.

Right now, Dan is doing better. He got a part-time job, and his employers said he is the hardest-working person there. He has plans to go back to school. He does well when he has a set routine, and he eats super healthy and does Bikram yoga regularly. He still exhibits signs of paranoia – he’s convinced that any food that isn’t organic is poisonous – and still hears voices, but for the last couple years, he’s been pretty stable. As much as we have tried to convince him to have a more clinical intervention, he still doesn’t take medication and would rather handle his illness through a healthy lifestyle. He said he can control the voices and goes through periods where he doesn’t hear them at all. We know that another episode could happen again, but we are more prepared for it this time. It’s not a matter of if it will happen but when.

Some things are different, but my brother Dan is still the same person I’ve always known and loved. When things get tough, my family stays calm and rides the wave. But we don’t treat him any differently. I don’t tiptoe around him, and I don’t handle him with kid gloves. I want him to feel as normal as possible.

I didn’t know anything about schizophrenia before my brother had his psychotic episode. When I first heard that diagnosis, I was scared. I wasn’t sure what it meant. But now knowing what we know, I want other people to realize that they shouldn’t be scared of someone who has a mental illness, and it’s not something that should be stigmatized. People should open up the conversation more and talk about it. You never realize what someone or their family is going through.

If other families are living with a loved one with schizophrenia, I want them to know not to turn to fear. Try to set up as normal of a life as possible; they can’t help what’s happened to them, so allow them to get as much out of life as they can. And keep talking about it. The more I’ve talked to people about our story, the more I’ve realized that everyone knows someone who has been affected by mental illness.

My brother Dan is who he is, and we love him and support him – there’s nothing to be ashamed about.

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(4/30/2019)


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...In my practice as a Health & Wellness Coach, I teach Relatives of Relatives with Mental Illness and others to TREAT those with mental health issues as if they were TRAUMATIZED or have PTSD.  This kind of Trauma Informed Approach (TIA) is a new and different way to take the fear & stigma out of mental illness.  The TIA allows us to look at ourselves and others as WHOLE PERSONS and beyond the the illness.  AND, thankfully, the Trauma Informed Approach engages those with mental health or behavioral health issues by allowing us to ask different kinds of questions like: 
  WHAT'S GOING ON!   

Try this approach & then leave a Comment to let us know how the TIA works for you. 

 - DrGlo  5/6/2019 
         #IamStigmaFree