You took the spices out of your spice rack and replaced them with prescription bottles.
He tells you “Ma, we need to up my meds.”
The pharmacy staff pulls your meds off the shelf before you even get to the counter.
You are bleeding out on the ground and your child asks for you to get them a cookie.
You line up the medication in the morning and it resembles a village of pills.
The receptionist at your child’s therapy office is your therapist while your kid is at their appointment.
The school has your number on speed dial.
You get excited to go the grocery store alone.
You consider it a great day when you haven’t heard screaming for an hour.
When time in the dentist’s chair counts as “me time”!
When you send medication to school with lunch money.
When you know it’s medically necessary for YOU to take a Xanax 15 minutes before she gets home from school, and you fantasize that you can give her one too.
You consider adding Prozac to your meatloaf recipe.
When your therapist responds with “wow!”
When you have a bag of supplies like snacks, water, phone charger, etc., packed for your visit to the ER.
When your walls look like Swiss cheese.
When your child tells you that he’s taking Abnormal Psychology and you say, “Finally, some homework I can help you with..”
You have your child’s psychiatrist’s cell phone number and she tells you not to hesitate to use it.
When you tell your daughter, “I hope you have a better day tomorrow” and she responds with “I hate you”.
Tell us how you know you’re raising a child with mental health issues.
When the only books you’ve read in years contain the words ,”out of sync”, “explosive”, bipolar and imperfect in their titles.
When you stop collecting magnets from states you’ve been to and start collecting ones from programs/hospitals your child has been to.
when the police are knocking on your door and you are calmly making cupcakes and your adhd 7 year old is throwing the biggest temper tantrum ever a room away and your autistic 2 year old is playing at your feet and the police just look at you and say good luck lmao that was my day!
When your daughters pediatrician offers YOU a script for Xanax.
When a kind lady from church tells you that your family looked like a Norman Rockwell family coming to Easter Service and you respond with a disbelieving guffaw.