At one time I thought that kids should come with a warning label. But, I also think that people with mental illnesses should come with warning labels. I couldn’t wait … Continue reading
As I’ve mentioned before I have AD[H]D. My son does as well. Nonetheless, my husband (at the time) and I chose not to put our son on medication. For several reasons. … Continue reading
I could paint you a rosy picture here, full of colors and abstract details, thinly skating over the truth … for the sake of writing a good story (and trying … Continue reading
“Are you lactating?” I asked, but instantly wished I hadn’t. “Yes, it’s the new meds, I was trying to hide it,” she replied, blushing. I felt like an idiot for … Continue reading
It wasn’t until I was in college I realized I had a medical diagnosis. Up until that point, I just thought my brain was broken. I realized it wasn’t normal … Continue reading
First off, I want to thank Eric for inviting me to post on Black Box Warnings to talk about my son, Doorbell (as he is affectionately called). I was reading … Continue reading
Every day I have to take this. This little blue pill. No, it’s not THAT blue pill, it’s this one. See the picture? That’s what I take every day. There … Continue reading
We humans are creatures of habit. I don’t just mean what time you wake up or what’s for dinner; many of us repeat behaviors and stay on a familiar course … Continue reading
I am not a Pharmacist. Pharmacists actually have degrees and schooling and know more about medicine than some Doctors do. It’s their craft and their specialty. The only difference between … Continue reading
Bizzbuzz came to me in my very first year of teaching. He had next to zero impulse control. Called out constantly. A frustrated temper that flared. Poor printing skills. Great … Continue reading
(Many thanks and apologies to His Lordship, Le Clown, and his fictional alter ego L’Eric for allowing me to disgrace his blog with my weird ramblings. Of course, if you … Continue reading
The most surprising thing about depression to me may have been just how accurately other people described what it was like. I had read about it in novels and memoirs. … Continue reading
First, thank you Le Clown, for having me here on your site today! ———————————————————- Over the last three months, I’ve been in therapy to deal with the aftermath of a … Continue reading
My name is Jen, and I’m lucky to be alive. The first time I realized a child could be happy was when I was an adult. I wouldn’t say I … Continue reading