Tuesday, November 20, 2012

My Daughter Asked Me About My Meds


Do you ever have those moments in parenting, those moments where you know that what you say could potentially ripple through the rest of your child's life? Those moments where you freeze like a deer in the headlights? Those moments when you pray that you handle it correctly.   I had one of those moments today, or at least I think I did (it's possible probable I am just over-thinking things).  My daughter walked in on me taking my anti-depressant and asked me what I was doing.

  "Taking medicine,"  I say.  please let her be satisfied with that.  
  
 "What's it for," she asks?

 I freeze.  On one hand, I want her to feel okay about taking drugs for mental health if she needs to, but on the other hand I don't want her to see drugs as an easy fix.  Quick, change the subject. "What do you want for breakfast," I smoothly ask?

"Why did you take that medicine?"


deep breath.  "You know how sometimes your body tricks you into thinking you need to go pee but you really don't need to go?  My body kept tricking me into feeling really worried about things I didn't need to worry about. I worked really hard to stop but my body needed a little help with turning down those feelings.  This medicine helps me do that."

"Oh.  Like taking medicine when you are sick?  You don't feel perfect but it helps?"

sigh of relief.  "Yes.  just like that.  I still worry but my body doesn't trick me as often."

"Okay.  Can we have pancakes?"





And that was that.  Looking back, I think I answered her well.  At least, I hope I did.