World Mental Health Day

It was World Mental Heath Day yesterday and so I heard and read lots of focus on mental health and suicide prevention throughout the day. The statistics are that one in four of us with struggle with our own mental health at some point during our lives and I am certainly open about being one of that 25%. I have cyclical periods of feeling low, when I lack in confidence, energy and motivation – the last ‘low’ lasted for almost two years. Then some trigger, often something when I focus on someone else rather than myself, brings me back up and then I have boundless energy, bright ideas and plans and I feel as though anything is possible. I know that neither state is’normal’, but the highs are certainly a lot more fun than the lows.

Due to my issues with my own mental health, I believe that I can identify a fellow-sufferer as, although the symptoms can be varied and how it manifests itself, many of the tell-tale signs are similar and familiar. Thankfully, we are encouraged to talk more openly about mental health these days but there is still a taboo and a mystery about it. In my own small way to encourage the start of that conversation, I held a ‘Mental Health of Carers’ session at Joshua’s school last term and we have another one planned in for next month. A small group attended and I am hopeful that more may follow for the second session, if word gets out.

If the national statistic is 1 in 4, then the incidence amongst parents/carers of special needs children must be significantly higher : that isolation, the need to fight for services , the lack of sleep and the disappointment that things are not as you had hoped, will all contribute to high levels of anxiety and depression, I have no doubt. At our last session, we laughed when we compared the creative outlets that we each use as coping mechanisms : while I bake and write as therapy, another mum uses music to calm her and another adopts cleaning or decorating  РI was eager to swap with her and offered to bake for her family , if she would paint our house!

I do not have any answers for any of my fellow sufferers, but I can talk willingly and openly about what helps me or how I feel. If nothing else, it should encourage sufferers to feel less isolated. I believe that half the battle is to begin that conversation, then who knows where it might lead…..

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It is good to talk

I have written before about how isolating being a parent of a child with special needs can feel, but if you couple that with a mental health issue then it is a double whammy. I have looked but not yet found a statistic for the prevalence of mental health problems amongst special needs parents, but I suspect that, if the average of the full UK population is one in four will suffer, then I am guessing at four out of five. That is only based upon the conversations that I have had with other parents and carers, particularly at the monthly coffee mornings that I run at school, and nothing more scientific than that.

Many special needs parents are sleep deprived and that, being a form of torture over any length of time, can create mental health issues. It is impossible to relax fully when you have a child with special needs : even when they are at school, you can still get the call, as happened to me yesterday, to say that Joshua had had a cluster of seizures and that he needed emergency medication to end them. As this happened at around 2pm, it meant that I brought him home rather than risking him in the taxi where they cannot deal with his seizures adequately. When Joshua is at home, you are on ‘red alert’ 24/7 : last night he went to bed at 9pm, exhausted by the after-effects of his seizures and rescue medication, and I followed him around 10.45. I heard him up and on the landing and thought it must be morning, as I had definitely had some deep sleep which had suddenly been disturbed by hearing him, but once we got downstairs I checked the clock, and it was just midnight, so I had been asleep for just over an hour. He proceeded to have some cereal while he experienced a few absences, and then he curled up on the settee, happy that I was with him, and fell asleep again. I did not want to disturb him, so I spent my night on the two-seater settee, my ear primed for any more seizures.

We can spend our lives, or so it seems, fighting for the rights of our vulnerable children, so much so that we neglect to take care of our own health, physical or mental. If those battles are won or lost, the toll on the parent is huge and it has to have an impact.

None of us knows what the future holds for our children, but that anxiety is multiplied when your offspring has special needs : will they ever leave home and be able to manage an independent life of their own? Will they be able to function in the real world beyond school, where relationships and employment should be their future? What will happen to your child once you are no longer around or able to care for them? All of these concerns could drive you mad if you let them. My technique for self-preservation is that I do a very good impression of an ostrich!For example, I knew that we needed to write a will to protect Joshua’s best interests for when my husband and I die, but that is only something that we finally achieved in his 17th year, that is how difficult that was to face.

So having tried to give an insight into how it feels to be a parent of a child with special needs, let me tell you one thing that I have found that eases the alienation and stress. For me, sharing with and supporting other parents in a similar position, is really beneficial.¬† You immediately feel a common bond and do not have to explain what you mean as they know from thier own experience. At the coffee mornings, our ‘children’ – Joshua is the oldest at 17 – are all very different, have a different diagnosis and their behaviours are all unique, but we are all parents , trying our best for them and we face many of the same battles with social workers, local authorities, school…..sometimes we find that someone has advice¬† for another parent, from their own personal experience, and other times we just need to rant and know it is a safe place to moan about how unfair life is. But I am happy to host and bake for our monthly gatherings, so that such an environment exists for our parents, who do a great job just holding things together.