to the both of you. having that giant third party in your relationship with your kids is always such a strain.

not good. but there is nothing i can do but cross my fingers and hope it all comes out all right. she is getting help, seeing a therapist, and has a p-doc.
tough, tho, very tough.

puberty may bring our way. Gotta love what hormones can do.

a sort of bad girl, a bitch, who comes out when people are being mean. then she told me that this person is a male, and could she have some money to buy some boxer shorts and a dildo. now this person has a boyfriend.

the whole trip to mayo was terrible. imho, they looked at all the psyche drugs she is on, and threw up their hands. she came home curled up in a ball.

I can't believe the Mayo couldn't help.

and familiarity for it to be truly dissociative.
DH told me tonight that she told him about a third.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry mayo didn't help. i wish i had more than a for you. please remember to take care of you, too.

especially trazadone, which she takes for sleep. i took it for a while, for fibro, and full scale flipped out. one of the first drugs they gave her, and it is low dose compared to the old AD doses, so they figure it is harmless.
she won't listen to a damn thing i say at this point.

the ringing in my ears.

Hopefully she'll come to a place where she will listen, and before things get any worse.

it makes my head spin to try to think why she isn't.
i am flat out confused, and just trying to go with the flow.

an anti-psychotic. Maybe even a trip to the ER for some Zyprexa if she isn't already on it, in case she's in some sort of manic state which is causing these delusions.

I am "lucky" in that I am more like a bipolar 2, but I have had some funky delusions and so forth that really should mark me as a 1. Weird stuff like I could feel Jesus holding my hand, and God channeling new Bible verses to me. But for the most part my manias are short compared to most 1s. I've also experienced some dissociative stuff, not multiple personality, but complete loss of emotion or my sane self sitting in the backseat watching my unhealthy self get into trouble. Seemed to have been chemically driven, for me.

Whatever is going on with her, she can't advocate for herself. She's ill. The hard part will be getting her to recognize that and let you help.

Editing to say I'm sorry that this sounds so bossy and know-it-all. I'm sure you've done everything you can. Keep on hanging in there!

i considered it a major victory when she let me come to hear testing results. (that was scary)

i hope the meds help.