Finally--She's Getting Help on Her Own

I’m very proud of something my daughter did—for herself—that seems very healthy and forward-moving. She took herself to a psychiatrist to see about her depression and other issues. She asked me for medical background and history, and went to the doctor armed with information. They determined that she has ADHD and a binge-eating disorder. She's been prescribed medication, which she's now been on for a week. I look forward to seeing positive results of this treatment plan. I'm not a proponent of medication, but she needs help coping in this world, and I'm not able to help her properly. 

She was actually diagnosed with ADHD as a young child and with an eating disorder as a teenager, but it wasn’t fully explained to me. I thought she was misunderstood and misdiagnosed, thinking that she wasn’t bulimic or anorexic so couldn’t understand why was she part of their group sessions, but she also fought receiving counseling for her problems. So overall, it was a disaster at a cost of thousands of dollars. Until the past few years, BED wasn’t recognized by the DSM5, which means treatment for it wasn’t covered by insurance.

Please Get a Job

It’s too bad that my daughter is having such a tough time finding a good job. She had a pretty good thing here, even if it wasn’t that high paying. We thought for sure her skills would translate into something equally good, but it’s been two months and she’s only been offered a warehouse job at just slightly above minimum wage. She’s very disappointed, but hasn’t given up. Maybe it’s because it’s the holiday season and hiring managers are thinking about their Christmas vacations and not their staffing issues?

Softening My Attitude and Moving toward Forgiveness

My daughter has been in her new city for about two months now and I’ve softened my anger toward her about the way she left the condo. If you read my last post or two, you’ll learn that she used to live in a property my husband and I own and trusted her with. She claimed that she did her very best to keep it nice and clean and damage free, but when I went in to do a final clean up to hopefully re-rent the place, it was disgusting. I had a maid out twice, a carpet cleaner, and my own sweat and tears, but ended up having to replace the carpeting (on my dime) and the dishwasher, and then just give up and let my husband handle the rest.