Someone has suggested to me that I write a book. Actually, to be fair, over the past 4 years, maybe one person a year has suggested I write a book. Not all of them with the same information about me, my life or my writing ability. So, I have been asked (and actually collected research) to write a book about Duel and Multiple Exceptional boys. I have been asked to write a book about teen mental health. I have been asked to write a book about being a parent with a severe and enduring mental health problem.
Now, for myself, I love to write. My dream job is writing. OK, I personally see my ability more in the realm of newspaper / magazine column than book, since I have a slightly short and chatty style. Plus, it’s easier to be on topic and less waffly that way round. Plus, a WHOLE book?!
The other thing is, well, two fold. Firstly, while I would absolutely love to write about some aspect of my own life, because, you know, I have already done all the research and everything, writing a book about something suggests I know about it. Which *might* be true about myself (a bit) – but, can I tell you what to do for the best with your DME boy? I certainly cannot. I am not entirely convinced I know what to do for the best with my own! Considering that I am on the point of complaining to the county about the nature of education provided for all for the remaining 5 weeks of term, with regard to all, but obviously, in particular my own recipient of said education. Can I explain how to cope with autism testing, and the way it drags on? No. I can tell you that it does, but, how you cope with it? Goodness knows. After all, I am a crazy person, I might have misjudged the nations feeling of these things given that, while I didn’t dislike the *people* who visited us at home, or the ones we visited in hospital, I REALLY struggled with the paranoia induced by having strangers so deeply involved in our lives. Because, that’s me, and that’s my fear.
Sae thing, sort of, with teen mental health. Can I write honestly and openly about being a teenager in a mental health unit? About self harm? About food and eating issues? About social issues related to any and all of the aforementioned? Absolutely I can. But, can I tell anyone else what to do? Not really. I mean, what I would love to do is to set up an online space, which is where young people can ask questions and be properly signposted to help, and be supported throughout, and not abandoned. Where they can get the no bullshit version of making it through that particular version of hell alive. But, also, where they learn that they can choose things that work for them, because, I am old, and I am not them. The biggest thing that being diagnosed, and being held back by being in hospital, and on so many medications stole from me was my right to choose, my ability to know myself, and, what was and wasn’t open to me by way of life choice. And the loss of feeling entitled to dreams. Because, there was no, “work hard and you can be whatever you want” there was “You are incredible being employed, but you can’t do x”
Of course, not being able to do somethings is perfectly normal and not mental health related, but, when those things are your actual job, that you have been actually good at, or your actual choice of career, which you have the grades to be allowed to study, then it becomes more about “we don’t want crazy people” than it is about ability. And that’s something to be aware of, just so you can protect yourself, or at least so you can ask the right people the right questions. Like, “what are the legal reasons I cannot do x?” Maybe my version of an on line space would include that kind of mentoring, that kind of person to lend a voice and reassurance. Because the other thing that being in psychiatric hospital steals from you is any ability to trust what you know and what is real or not.
But, I don’t know how valid my own experiences are in wanting to set something up so people are able to find a non threatening way to get signposting and to speak. Because, I don’t have, right now, the backup, either for myself, or within the community. How to know signposts work, especially given the parlous state of MH services. And, it is a big deal.
Writing about being me, a parent with a severe and enduring mental health problem is at once easier, and more complicated, because, part of the journey is having children, who are people in their own right, who may prefer not to be brought into such discussion, especially in relation to bipolar, and especially given the genetic information such confers given the genetic clusters that include ASD and Bipolar. And because, there are many other, people and circumstances that allow us to be where we are now. And they cannot all be referred to. Some people are good at editing themselves. I could in column bursts, but in book format, it would have to be seen. Because, a book follows a developed thread. In which something happens because of something else, which doesn’t work if you have to leave a lot out for the sake of other living people.
Plus, on top of all of that. One of my signs of being unwell, is writing reams and reams, and not knowing whether it hangs together, or is manic rambling. I know editing exists for a reason, but how do I know if I am able to manage such?
So yes. I would love to write a book. TO have created something lasting and a testament to everything we have managed to survive, is a real goal. But then, while the world falls apart, is it entirely necessary, or even readable?