Secret Bi-Polar: Finding out at Sixty Two
By Jane Miller
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All three of them have bipolar/manic depressive disorder, and the daughter has borderline personality disorder. Their entire lives they have done impulsive and irrational things that, a lot of times, resulted in trouble.
The story draws the reader in and at times you are sitting on the edge of your seat and cant put the book down. When the woman is sixty-two and the teens are thirty-one and thirty-two, they find out they have these illnesses and start medication which ends the story on a happy note. It is very informative for anyone dealing with bipolar/manic depressive disorder and a good story that will keep you intrigued until the end. Read about the crisis and tragedies this family endures until they become enlightened and get on medication. Sure to keep your attention. Recommended for anyone even thinking they have bipolar or manic depressive disorder.
Jane Miller
David Miller is a writer living in Chicago. This is his first novel.
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Secret Bi-Polar - Jane Miller
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Dedicated to the memory of Johnny
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It was a hot summer day, in the middle of the summer, July eighteenth, nineteen fifty two and I was born, at five thirty eight in the morning. It was nothing elaborate, and no problems, just a plain old birth. I lived in a trailer on my father’s parents land until I was two. I have many pictures of me while living at my grandparents when I was under two, crying a lot. Something was wrong with me but we didn’t know it. When I was two we moved to our own house. We had two giant, over 30 feet tall, Holly trees (state tree) on each side of our front door. They started out as babies and over the years grew that tall. My parents always told me that when they bought the house they went out into a field and dug up the trees for me. Later in life this made my youngest brother so jealous of me. I was a daddy’s girl. My father took me everywhere with him. He would go to a bar at the end of the street where he grew up and leave me in the truck. He would come out every so often to check on me and bring me potato chips or cheese crackers. I think it was for my mother’s benefit that he took me. She probably figured he couldn’t do anything with a child along. When he had a few beers in him he would put his country music on the record player and I would stand on his feet and we would dance around to Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, and others. We played checkers together a lot. When he would lay on the sofa to watch television I would lay there right next to him. I was only three or four. I sure loved my dad. I usually always sided with him when he and my mom got into arguments and fights, until when I was older I saw the truth. He started it and when the police came he lied through his teeth to them and had this horrible grin on his face while lying. When I was three or four years old I had to go to bed while it was still light outside; it must have been summer time. I remember crying and being very depressed. I could hear the little boy next door crying in his room also and a lot of times we would talk to each other through the screens. His father beat him a lot. He died last year and he was only a year older than me. It was very depressing. I felt his pain when we were children.
I would go into the bathroom medicine cabinet, take the jar of Vaseline jelly and the bottle of aspirin, eat all of it, then lay down to go to sleep while praying to GOD to please not let me wake up the next day. I always woke up. Then sadness consumed me again. Things weren’t always bad, sometimes I was happy but it seems the sadness outweighed the happiness. There was a black cloud over my head and I always felt afraid like something bad was going to happen. I had a swing set and a swimming pool in the backyard. I was in the pool and on the swings all day until it was time to go to bed. When I was around eight a new neighbor moved into the house behind us. They had a son my age that was a little slow, a twelve year old daughter and a sixteen year old daughter. The boy was in my pool every day with me. We were best friends. One day his parents took me to his grandparent’s farm in Pennsylvania. That was fun. We climbed in the barn in the hay and had a good time. I don’t remember when but it wasn’t long after they moved in. The two sisters were on their way home with the older sister driving and they got into an accident. The twelve year old was decapitated. She had the same name as me. My friend was never the same after that. I would run with the other neighborhood children playing hide and seek, Mother May I, tag and other games. Once a boy that was playing pushed me into the neighbor’s hedge and she came out and yelled at me. I never cared for her after that. We would go to the baseball diamond to watch the little league play games. When it snowed I would pull my brother, Johnny, on the sled up and down the hill. Actually you could sled down our hill. We grew up on Buck Lane near the bottom of a pretty long hill. You could start your bike at the top of the street and just coast to half way around the next block. When I was six my dad bought my bike for me and the first thing I did was fall on a stone and the scar is still in the middle of my knee. I rode that bike all over the neighborhood, even down into the ranch house section. We lived in the brick two stories. Back then people didn’t worry about child snatchings or molesters. They probably did worry but we were still allowed more freedom than today’s world. I was six years old and allowed to walk the five blocks to elementary school. I was also allowed to walk to the small shopping center to buy penny candy, alone.
I used to like catching bumble bees in jars and caterpillars and Japanese beetles. I would pick the beetles off of the roses around the neighbors that had rose bushes. For some reason beetles love the flower part of a rose bush. I would also catch lightening bugs at night. My dad would pull the light off of them and stick it on my finger for a glow in the dark ring. One day I had some caterpillars and I had set them under a small bush that we had near the front of the house. They got out of their container and before I knew it the bush was full of caterpillars. My mom set the bush on fire and burned them up. Years later she died in a house fire right there.
One day my dad brought home a dog. It was for his hunting; a Chesapeake Retriever. My dad hunted everything. We had duck, goose, deer, muskrat, snapper turtle and GOD knows what else to eat because of my dad’s hunting. The dog was supposed to retrieve the ducks out of the water after my dad shot them. One day he let me and my sister and brother take the dog for a walk. That dog ended up dragging us all over the neighborhood. He was too big for the three of us to control and we had to wait until the dog decided to go home before we got to go home. I never walked that dog again or any other big dog that I could not control. That is why Cleopatra is sitting here next to me waiting for the day that Anthony comes home. She will pull me until she starts to get tired of walking and then she will walk next to me, but it’s only because she’s tired.
My dad eventually got rid of that full grown dog and got one that was a puppy so he could raise it himself. Wouldn’t you know it; he picked the runt of the litter and the poor dog got no bigger than a cocker spaniel. He gave her to me. I was about fourteen and I named her Holly. My friend that lived at the corner had a big black dog named Tiger that used to run all over the neighborhood. Since poor Holly wasn’t allowed in the house, one day she turned up pregnant. She had her litter of pups. I found good homes for all of them and then one day I came home from school and she was gone. My dad said she ran away but I know he gave her to his cousin. He was always doing things like that, but I knew better. When I was younger I had a cat and of course she wasn’t allowed inside. One snowy winter night she didn’t come to the door to be fed. She never came back and my dad came home from work one night and said he saw a dead cat in the street two blocks away. I don’t know if it was her, but I really think he gave her to his cousin. Those two were thick as thieves. His cousin had a daughter that his mother raised that was a year younger than me. I don’t know why but she was not allowed to hang around with me and I was not allowed to hang around with her. Of course we were always together and during my running away from home period I would always go to her development and hide from my dad. I was such a brat. I think if I was on the medication that I am now on I would have been a much enjoyable kid to have around.
When I was nine my boyfriend was on the baseball team and his parents picked me up at my home and took me to an away
game with them. I was happy then for a while. My one brother seemed to be like me. My other two sisters and brother seemed to be happy. But my brother Johnny and I were always depressed. My