My Mother Has Type 1 Bipolar Depression Disorder - 1177 Words

Growing up as a child my mother was constantly anxious, went through periods of depression, and mania but I perceived her as normal. My mother has type 1 bipolar depression disorder. My family and I were not aware of the actual diagnosis until six years ago when she had a mania attack and periods of severe depression. The average age of onset of bipolar is 25 however, she was not diagnosed until 55 years old. From 2009-2010 my mother, Lois had been severely depressed, she never left the couch, watched television all day, lost her job, and begun putting weight on. Henceforth, My family and I had discussed getting her help for her depression but we weren’t sure how to approach the situation without making it worse because she was reluctant†¦show more content†¦My grandmother, my moms mother lived with us at the time. My grandmothers room begun accumulating all of the items my mom bought on her shopping trips, to the point where my grandmother only had a small space in t he room. In June of 2010, my mom moved out with her mother to an apartment in Nashua, NH. I vividly remember my mom came to our house and fell asleep during our conversation of what the future would be, where my parents stood in their relationship, and if she would ever move back. My family and I begun to see my mother less. Moreover, she was doing several tasks at once she had enrolled in a CNA course, classes at community college, begun renting several cars, and surrounding herself with toxic people. At this point, I hadn’t seen her for a few months and whenever I would try to visit her in Nashua, she wasn’t home or she wouldn’t let me in. In 2011, she purchased a home in Williamsburg, Virginia. For months I had absolutely no idea where she was or what she was doing. From 2011- 2014 I probably saw my mother about four times maximum. Those were crucial times where I was starting college and growing up that I didn’t have a mother around. Thankfully, my si ster who is five and a half years older than me took on the role of checking up on me, spoiling me with Christmas presents, and always offering me to come over her apartment. In 2012, we received a phone call