Robert P. ImbelliAugust 5, 2007 - 7:43am22 comments
Today's Boston Globe has an article by the mother of a nine-year old whose son is afflicted with what some term "pediatric bipolar illness." Her reflections are poignant, heart-breaking, and conclude:
Yes, I would love to find another way to find some peace inthe storm, but unless you live in my house or have walked in my shoes,please do not second-guess my decision to have my son on psychiatricdrugs. It is all my family can do to get through the day without thiscriticism.
Clearly, there is no consensus on what children likemy son need to thrive, or even survive. However, in all the noise, Ican still celebrate my child in his incredible complexity and remindmyself that I am trying to do the best for him. It is just an awfulfeeling not to know what the best is.