I think it happens in stages. Perceptions get distorted and for a while, before you are very far down the slope, you still know that the distortions are distortions. That the voices aren't real, but you hear them anyways, and at first the voice is your own voice and you don't know if it's your own thoughts or what. (And the irony is, that it ALL is...). That for instance your hand doesn't really have a face on it, but it seems like it, anyways. Or that the sofa or church pew is not actually projecting your thoughts at you, but it seems like it, anyways.
And its a twilight zone of trying to cope, while you are still on your way down that slope into being totally out of touch with reality.
And everyone around you is normal, and you are huddling under a table...literally.
Of course, I don't know for sure.
I'm just the mom.
Please pray for us. We are moving this week and my daughter is NOT doing well. Do we run to the doc here, or do we expedite getting her seen by someone ASAP in our new town???? Both?
O Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on her. And on us. I pray that she NOT need to be hospitalized. Amen.
And now I take a deep breath and remind myself that worry is NOT a superpower.
And its a twilight zone of trying to cope, while you are still on your way down that slope into being totally out of touch with reality.
And everyone around you is normal, and you are huddling under a table...literally.
Of course, I don't know for sure.
I'm just the mom.
Please pray for us. We are moving this week and my daughter is NOT doing well. Do we run to the doc here, or do we expedite getting her seen by someone ASAP in our new town???? Both?
O Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on her. And on us. I pray that she NOT need to be hospitalized. Amen.
And now I take a deep breath and remind myself that worry is NOT a superpower.
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I would tend to err on the side of early intervention, given you are moving as well - a very stressful situation for your DD even without the illness she has.
May the Lord protect and guide you all !
I've no words of comfort except to say, hang in there, keep praying, and keep walking.
With much love and prayers!
And, hey, I'm feeling your pain on THIS one today! After my THIRD call for med refills for my kids, I finally get someone who tells me, BTW, their doc has moved... and oh, we can't refill half the kids' meds because the new person won't refill those until she's seen the kids, but "sorry!" there isn't any room in her schedule.
I'm thinkin' it's not a bad idea to have two med docs on hand just for times like these ;) Tho' I thought I had that covered since they were all going to a CLINIC with multiple providers. Silly me, actually trying to be a step ahead.
So... know you're not alone in the funny business of psychs and kids and meds and all that fun, fun fun in the sun, sun, sun in the midst of 'life' (or something like it).