But today marks another phase we’re entering into. We’re going to try and remove one of his medications, Tenex. This is the first medication we tried when he started medication, but since we’ve seen such great success with his mood stabilizer, Trileptal (a more powerful med), his doctor feels he may not need the Tenex anymore.
I’m hesitant since the last time we tried removing Tenex he became very impulsive and wrote a letter telling a kid at school to “die now”. That didn’t go over too well. So we immediately put him back on the Tenex. But then things really got bad, so it became apparent that it was the Seroquel that was causing all the problems. So here we are again, taking the Tenex away, starting by reducing his pills by a 1/2 pill a week.
Oh, I really hate this. This whole “experimental” phase. I wish science had this all figured out, the doctors would be able to take a blood test or do a brain scan and determine what’s wrong with my son. Then they could prescribe the exact med and right dose, oh... if only it were that easy.
But then I realize that we’re lucky to be where we are now, if you consider how society handled mood disorders years ago. If we’d lived back then, would my precious son be taken from my home and living out his days in a psych ward? His illness so misunderstood. Would they try shocking his brain? Or assume he’s possessed and try to drive out the demons? Can you imagine that? It makes me sick to think of that.
But those thoughts don’t make today any easier, especially since we’re in the zone! My son is doing so great, I’m loving “loving” my son. I don’t want anything to mess this up. Even my 7 year old is apprehensive about reducing his brother’s meds. He said today... “We’re reducing his pills? Oh no, that’s bad news for me, since he takes his anger out on ME!”
So I’m crossing my fingers and down on my knees praying to God that this phase goes good, I don’t want to lose my son again to this illness, for he was once lost but now he’s found.