Open Letter to the Crazy Lady Who Thinks ADHD is Curable Through Diet

Excuse me. I am sorry, but your ignorance is showing.

You can not clump everyone together and say it's diet. We have tried ruling out certain foods, we have tried including certain foods, I have tried it all. Then I stopped and accepted it was just my children's genes.

I am Bipolar, my husband has ADHD ( we didn't not realize this until our son was diagnosed. Too many similarities.) There are many family members with Asperger's  (High functioning Autism). Two of my children (if not all 3... My youngest is showing signs) have ADHD.  My son's ADHD is pretty severe and he has a mood disorder. My eldest daughter has all 3: ASPERGER's, ADHD and Bipolar. She calls herself a Trifecta. I thinks she's more like a triple threat!

If you think for a minute, I haven't tried it all, think again.  I too know enough and been through enough. All it has taught me, is that every person's situation is different and to judge others based on your experiences is nothing but ignorance. Diet does not cure true ADHD. It may elevate some symptoms in some people, but not all. And when you stop said diet, it all comes back. Ya. Not a cure.

BTW, some of us have to be "drugged for life" and are very happy said drugs exist. Without them, I would not be alive today. And, Thanks to those drugs, you wouldn't know my illness if you met me. You definitely wouldn't know I was "drugged." And for all that, I am beyond thankful.

So, you go right ahead and go to your expensive doc. Just don't preach about the pharmacy taking all my money. I spend less than you do and my kids are just as happy. But hey, if the diet is working for you? Awesome. To each their own.

Just don't think for minute you know what is best for me and my kids or Joe Blow and his. Because honey? You're clueless.

Happy Day o' Love

Valentine's Day. Ugh.

Don't get me wrong, I love my man. I love my kids. I love my friends and the rest of my family. I do. I just don't like having a day dedicated to having to prove it.  Or worse, hoping to be worthy enough to receive it.

"How much do you love me? Oh, just a card worth? Wow. And here, I got you chocolate! Bitch."

I know it's not a contest, but it has always felt that way.  Especially in elementary school with the dreaded cardboard mail boxes. I was sure my cards with be met with reactions of disgust. I feared I would get all the ugly ones in return. No one ever seemed thrilled with all the time and effort I put into picking just the right crappy ass card for each classmate. And if I just assigned them at random, the brats would read too much into them and tease the recipient of my sappiest one. No, Sir Poopy Head, I did NOT give you the "key to my heart!" It just says that!! Be glad you one from each kid in the class and shut up!


Needless to say, I was glad that torture stopped after 6th grade.  Well, sort of.

A Happy Bipolar Mess

Hey there my silent readers.  I'm back.  I'm still here and I'm feeling much better now.  I know in my last post I was a bit.... stressed.  Still am... a bit.   However, I am happy and making the best of it.  All is well. 

Ok, I still have a few more previously published posts from my other blog I would like to share with you.  Here are a couple about my (now 10 year old) daughter and fellow Bipolar happy mess.  She is currently going through preteen changes and may need a bit of a med adjustment. Why do I say that?  Oh, maybe because she came to me today and said, "When do we seeing (my doctor) next? I am having problems controlling my anger.  And my giggling."  That is my girl, y'all!!!  *sigh* That's what I aimed for!!  Self  Recognition and Realization!!  I didn't get good at that until... well... I'm STILL not good at that!  *beams with pride*  Love it!


"I have two pants on!": The other night, my eldest daughter came in to us because she had a nightmare. As usual, she couldn't remember what it was about, but she was visually shaken. And shirtless.... The next morning, we were in the kitchen making breakfast when she looked down and exclaimed "I have two pants on!" When I asked her why, she responded "I don't know."


Portrait of a Beautiful Bipolar Child: My daughter gets her diagnosis.

Happy to hear. Hard to bare.

Hi again!  It's me. 

I figured I would start things off by posting a few things I posted in the past regaurding Bipolar disorder on my personal blog, KidLit's Korner.

Today's post...

Happy to Hear. Hard to Bare: I never thought I would be so happy to have any of my children official diagnosed with anything. However, when it seemed my first born was following in the long tradition of suffering from the "family curse," I felt the need to get it documented as soon as possible.