State of Me - Part 2

I have deleted the previous post for various reasons.

Thank you to those people who contacted me via other means - I really do appreciate you taking the time and effort.  The intellectual side of me knows that it's not my fault, but commonsense goes out the window when your child is concerned.  I feel somehow it must be my fault, even though logic and science dictate otherwise.  I really hope that the medication helps J through whatever he is dealing with at the moment, and thank you again to those who shared with me your own experiences.  Sometimes, because of my own housebound isolation, my LJ friends are the only thing that keeps me marginally sane, at other times I feel I should stay away from LJ to keep my flist from going hugely insane.

State of play in the other areas:

  1. Essay - 2 pages written due to enforced move to uni computer lab whil J worked on Ancient History assignment at home.
  2. Sore mouth on side I don't usually chew on because of newly fixed and extracted teeth on other side.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again - I prefer the puppetry of penis over the dentistry of extraction.
  • Current Mood: grateful grateful
I didn't see the earlier post, but big hugs and I hope you're feeling better.
Thanks for the hugs! It was just me reacting (or over-reacting) to a bad day - J was diagnosed with depression, and is now on anti-depressants, me feeling a failure as a parent, coupled with an eventful trip to the dentist where I had one tooth repaired and one extracted - bad day all round.

Bon voyage for tomorrow - please let us know how the move goes, will be thinking good thoughts for you.
Ah, sweetie, I was in my own bubble of unhappiness this week, triggered also by my son, but a much less serious issue (The rabbi has decided to 'flunk' BIB on his bar mitzvah, so PG and I have to yell at him today, or my 81 year old dad's heart will be broken). I'm feeling better now, and I hope you feel better soon too.

Being an adolescent boy with any feelings whatsoever is terribly hard. My nephew, who is beautiful inside and out, has been seeing a shrink for a while about his depression issues. At least it is getting diagnosed.

Sending much hugs.
It's been one of those weeks all the way round. I'm hoping the medication will help - he's not sleeping much, and that is also exacerbating the problem, and of course the bloody HSC is looming large on the horizon. Hopefully he will have made a turn for the better way before the exams start.

Good luck with the rabbi arse kicking.

Many hugs in reverse as well.

P.S. Did you enjoy the "Lost" finale?
The Lost finale kicked ass!!! My fondness for Hurley, Sayid and French chick knows no bounds (Charlie and I are on the outs, the heroin and the whingeing are getting to me).

Because I missed your deleted post, did J get much more depressed at once, or do something stupid (maybe this is a discussion better left off line).
J has been diagnosed with depression, and is on a course of anti-depressants. Life sucks sometimes, I was feeling a bit down - feeling somehow deficient as a parent. I know that it's not my fault, but ... it's so hard when it's your kid. Much easier when they are little and you can give them a 'special' bandaid for the owies, a hug and a kiss, and it mostly goes away. Not so much as they get older. Not that it compares, I also had a tooth repaired and one extracted, so my mouth is f*$#king sore, and I've got this essay hanging over my head that JUST will not be written, and it's due in 4 hours. Sucks to be me. How are you :)!
Thanks Jen. It's just been one of those weeks. Hugs much appreciated.

I'm on a bit of a roll with the essay - 1000 words down, 500 to go - WOO HOO!

A few quiet beers are looking good for this evening. I'm also desperately keeping my eyes open for any updates on Joss Whedon's visit to Australia - if I can get to anything I will. See, life goes on, we enjoy the highs, try to ignore the lows, but overall just enjoy the ride ...