Sunday, August 31, 2014
It's five years later...
It's five years later, and I still have bipolar illness. I just recovered from breast cancer. I'm planning to write posts on this blog again. I'm back!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Finding my new blog on www.empowher.com
To find my bipolar blog on www.empowher.com, go to first page of website, and click on the "news" button at the top. I just posted two new articles today, January 28. The first post was Jan. 22.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
See my new blog at www.empowher.com starting in January, 2009
Hi:
I'm going to be the bipolar illness blogger at www.empowher.com, a women's health website. You can catch my twice-a-week blog there.
I'm going to be the bipolar illness blogger at www.empowher.com, a women's health website. You can catch my twice-a-week blog there.
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Other Man and The Other Woman
There’s another man in my life. And another woman."Two lovers?" you say. "A man AND a woman?"Let me explain. I’m not unfaithful to my husband, nor am I bisexual. And no, I do not engage in menage a tois sessions.My other man and other woman are my psychiatrist and my psychologist.Since 1997, I’ve been seeing a sweet guy named Jeffrey. He prescribes my medication for bipolar illness, and he monitors the lithium level in my blood.And since 2005, I’ve been visiting an adorable woman named Suzanne. She carries on an ongoing conversation in my life for how to promote psychological health.This man and woman are invaluable. They bear a striking resemblance to "the other man" and "the other woman." "How?" you ask.
I can call them in the middle of the night, and they'll listen to me. These two are emotionally available to me, as lovers would be. If I says it’s an emergency, I can interrupt these people’s good night’s sleep. They care about my welfare. Granted, I’m paying them to watch over me, but they are there for me whenever I need them. (Incidentally, I don’t make a habit of bothering these two at night.)
They want me to dress nicely and wear make-up at all times. Looking nice is one of the indicators of good mental health. If you walk around with uncombed hair and no make-up and yesterday’s outfit, people might judge you to be mentally unstable. My health care professionals want me to look my best, to look pretty, as lovers would. But they don’t want me to look good for their benefit, only for mine.
We've shared our tears and our laughter together. I’ve formed strong bonds with my health care workers. I not only tell them my problems; they sometimes share theirs. They seem to want me to know that everyone has problems. We commiserate together, as lovers would.
I tell secrets to them that I don't tell my husband.I tell my health care workers secrets, as I would to lovers. My husband’s life and behavior is often dissected and hashed out by us. They often know news of my mental health before my husband does.
I can lie down when I'm with them.Yes, my health care workers have couches. If I wish, I may recline, as lovers would. But, of course, there’s no hanky panky going on. Only deep analysis of my bipolar condition.
We meet at the same time in the same place--alone together again. Yes, we have "clandestine" meetings. I see Jeff, my psychiatrist, four times a year, in his office. We meet together, all alone, as lovers would. I see Suzanne once every three weeks. We always leave our clothes on.
I couldn't have had my child without them. This sounds funny, but I needed letters from both of them to adopt my child. They vouched for my stability and the remission of my bipolar illness. When we got my son, they were the first two to receive cigars.
I seek guidance from them. Like I would from lovers, I seek direction from my health care workers. They help me make important choices in my life. From where I chose to live to whether or not to have another child, these two guide me, as lovers would.
I tell them every little thing. As I would with lovers, I share my life with them. We’re intimate in every way except... They are my confidants. They watch over me.Ultimately, as lovers would, these two take care of me. Even though they receive my money as payment for their services, I love them like family members.
I have another man AND another woman. How do I juggle these "affairs?"No, it’s not like that. They make my life easier, happier and healthier.And the good thing is they coexist peacefully with my husband. My husband even approves of these two people. He knows they make our family run smoothly.I have another man and another woman.And my husband doesn’t want to divorce me.Can you say that?
(SIDEBAR)What I don’t have with my other man and woman that those carrying on affairs would have with theirs:e GuiltHey, I’m not cheating on my husband.
SexAgain, we’re not playing around at our sessions. We’re working on my mental health.
That zany feeling that comes with being "in love."I have no warm, fuzzy, lovey-dovey feelings for my man and woman.
WorryIf someone sees us together in public, I have no fear. We’re not doing anything wrong.
Unexplainable body marks such as hickeys or rope burnsOf course, we don’t tie each other up, nor do we suck on each other.
Perfume and Cologne Odor on my ClothesThere’s no strange odors on my bod. I have no need to shower after I see them.
A love childYou get the message
I can call them in the middle of the night, and they'll listen to me. These two are emotionally available to me, as lovers would be. If I says it’s an emergency, I can interrupt these people’s good night’s sleep. They care about my welfare. Granted, I’m paying them to watch over me, but they are there for me whenever I need them. (Incidentally, I don’t make a habit of bothering these two at night.)
They want me to dress nicely and wear make-up at all times. Looking nice is one of the indicators of good mental health. If you walk around with uncombed hair and no make-up and yesterday’s outfit, people might judge you to be mentally unstable. My health care professionals want me to look my best, to look pretty, as lovers would. But they don’t want me to look good for their benefit, only for mine.
We've shared our tears and our laughter together. I’ve formed strong bonds with my health care workers. I not only tell them my problems; they sometimes share theirs. They seem to want me to know that everyone has problems. We commiserate together, as lovers would.
I tell secrets to them that I don't tell my husband.I tell my health care workers secrets, as I would to lovers. My husband’s life and behavior is often dissected and hashed out by us. They often know news of my mental health before my husband does.
I can lie down when I'm with them.Yes, my health care workers have couches. If I wish, I may recline, as lovers would. But, of course, there’s no hanky panky going on. Only deep analysis of my bipolar condition.
We meet at the same time in the same place--alone together again. Yes, we have "clandestine" meetings. I see Jeff, my psychiatrist, four times a year, in his office. We meet together, all alone, as lovers would. I see Suzanne once every three weeks. We always leave our clothes on.
I couldn't have had my child without them. This sounds funny, but I needed letters from both of them to adopt my child. They vouched for my stability and the remission of my bipolar illness. When we got my son, they were the first two to receive cigars.
I seek guidance from them. Like I would from lovers, I seek direction from my health care workers. They help me make important choices in my life. From where I chose to live to whether or not to have another child, these two guide me, as lovers would.
I tell them every little thing. As I would with lovers, I share my life with them. We’re intimate in every way except... They are my confidants. They watch over me.Ultimately, as lovers would, these two take care of me. Even though they receive my money as payment for their services, I love them like family members.
I have another man AND another woman. How do I juggle these "affairs?"No, it’s not like that. They make my life easier, happier and healthier.And the good thing is they coexist peacefully with my husband. My husband even approves of these two people. He knows they make our family run smoothly.I have another man and another woman.And my husband doesn’t want to divorce me.Can you say that?
(SIDEBAR)What I don’t have with my other man and woman that those carrying on affairs would have with theirs:e GuiltHey, I’m not cheating on my husband.
SexAgain, we’re not playing around at our sessions. We’re working on my mental health.
That zany feeling that comes with being "in love."I have no warm, fuzzy, lovey-dovey feelings for my man and woman.
WorryIf someone sees us together in public, I have no fear. We’re not doing anything wrong.
Unexplainable body marks such as hickeys or rope burnsOf course, we don’t tie each other up, nor do we suck on each other.
Perfume and Cologne Odor on my ClothesThere’s no strange odors on my bod. I have no need to shower after I see them.
A love childYou get the message
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