ISBN-13: 9781849914932 / Angielski / Miękka / 2011 / 164 str.
Description
An account of the pain inflicted on sufferers of manic depression (Bipolar Disorder), their family and those around them. 'Peter was with us for 6 weeks. At first it was like having a stranger in the house. He was so quiet. But we gave him his space to do as he pleased .......... he was a lost soul and all we could do was wait patiently and hope that the Prozac would eventually take effect.'
'.......... we were somewhat taken aback when Peter phoned at the beginning of May to tell us that he had 'popped the question' and that they were getting engaged. He had known her for just six weeks.'
'The letters were unpaid bills, final demands to the tune of hundreds of pounds, so our fears over Peter's inability to manage his financial affairs were fully realised as we sat at our table that day. Sarah looked across at Peter in a state of incredulous disbelief.'
'Dr Darwood was sitting, almost silhouetted, his back to the window, behind an enormous desk piled high with papers and patients' notes. I took a deep breath and then said 'I have come to see you because my husband and I are very seriously concerned about Peter. He is not getting any better and this has gone on for far too long.''
'The night Peter came home drunk was the first of many.'
'.......... then park at our village pub where he would begin his binge drinking. The pub was just a couple of hundred yards from our home and he would walk home from there.'
'The psychiatrist said 'Young man, you look like an out of work undertaker. When I have finished with you, you will be playing football and chasing the girls again.'
'Peter was discharged and back home with us at the end of the 3rd week in January. We had hoped that he might have been easier to live with but were disappointed for the only real difference we could see was that he was no longer drinking.'
'The first thing I noticed was the raw red scald over his eye.'
About the Author
Arlene Hindle has written an account of the harrowing road her son, Peter, her husband and she travelled on the road leading to Peter's eventual diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder, his treatment and gradual recovery to a stable condition.
She decided to write the story for a number of reasons. Firstly to raise awareness in the family as the complaint can be genetic. Secondly to encourage others to persevere through any visible signs of the illness and the difficulties that can ensue, for Bipolar Disorder can, in most cases be managed successfully. Thirdly, in the hope that writing the story would be an emotional release for her.
Arlene is a retired nurse and lives in Harrogate, North Yorkshire. She enjoys reading, walking in the Dales and occasionally writes for the Harrogate, Tapes for Blind.
Description An account of the pain inflicted on sufferers of manic depression (Bipolar Disorder), their family and those around them.Peter was with us for 6 weeks. At first it was like having a stranger in the house. He was so quiet. But we gave him his space to do as he pleased .......... he was a lost soul and all we could do was wait patiently and hope that the Prozac would eventually take effect. .......... we were somewhat taken aback when Peter phoned at the beginning of May to tell us that he had popped the question and that they were getting engaged. He had known her for just six weeks.The letters were unpaid bills, final demands to the tune of hundreds of pounds, so our fears over Peters inability to manage his financial affairs were fully realised as we sat at our table that day. Sarah looked across at Peter in a state of incredulous disbelief.Dr Darwood was sitting, almost silhouetted, his back to the window, behind an enormous desk piled high with papers and patients notes. I took a deep breath and then said I have come to see you because my husband and I are very seriously concerned about Peter. He is not getting any better and this has gone on for far too long.The night Peter came home drunk was the first of many........... then park at our village pub where he would begin his binge drinking. The pub was just a couple of hundred yards from our home and he would walk home from there.The psychiatrist said Young man, you look like an out of work undertaker. When I have finished with you, you will be playing football and chasing the girls again.Peter was discharged and back home with us at the end of the 3rd week in January. We had hoped that he might have been easier to live with but were disappointed for the only real difference we could see was that he was no longer drinking. The first thing I noticed was the raw red scald over his eye.About the AuthorArlene Hindle has written an account of the harrowing road her son, Peter, her husband and she travelled on the road leading to Peters eventual diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder, his treatment and gradual recovery to a stable condition. She decided to write the story for a number of reasons. Firstly to raise awareness in the family as the complaint can be genetic. Secondly to encourage others to persevere through any visible signs of the illness and the difficulties that can ensue, for Bipolar Disorder can, in most cases be managed successfully. Thirdly, in the hope that writing the story would be an emotional release for her.Arlene is a retired nurse and lives in Harrogate, North Yorkshire. She enjoys reading, walking in the Dales and occasionally writes for the Harrogate, Tapes for Blind.