The kids I work with are nuts. I think we all know that is said with affection. At times I get concerned, but for the most part, they’re a hoot and a half. If you can’t be crazy at age eight, when can you?
Not everyone shares my view of childhood.
I got a referral for a six year old the other day. Presenting problem? “Child plays around and is very silly.”
It’s high time for this lad to settle down. That mortgage is not going to pay off itself.
I’m sure there’s something there. It’s distressing his mother. But what was recommended for this child? The all-powerful psych eval.
I have one eight year old waiting on a psych eval. Family court is insisting. What behavior is she getting up to? She stopped doing homework and her grades dropped. Then her mother beat her with a belt. (Hence the ACS case.) The kid had just been diagnosed with diabetes over the summer. Her life changed. To make up for it, she got tons of attention from her family and friends. By the time school started, the attention had faded, but the diabetes was still there. She acted out.
But we need a psych eval. Even though the kid’s mother doesn’t really want it. Even though the kid is doing much better.
I’m not against medication. My cousin was prescribed Ritalin for ADHD, right when everyone was saying that it was incredibly overprescribed, and that those kids were just being kids.
I saw what Ritalin did for this kid. He didn’t turn into a zombie. It allowed him to be himself. He was still energetic and hard to keep up with, but he was able to channel this into his love and talent for sports. He was no longer angry at everyone and frustrated with himself. It made a huge, positive impact on his life, and our family.
That being said–not all of my kids need medication. And yet I’m being told that they do. ADHD isn’t even enough anymore.
I was working with a seven year old recently, who had what everyone thought was a pretty clear case of ADHD. He was bright, but doing poorly in school because he couldn’t concentrate or sit still. He was delightful in counseling, but required constant one on one attention. He got up to do the running man at random moments. (I admit, I never wanted that one to end.)
His mother was against a psych eval. She felt that he would be drugged and his personality changed. In this case, I felt the evaluation was really necessary. As did my supervisor, and the kid’s teachers and doctor. The mother and I talked about it at length. We went over her concerns, and her right ask questions. She finally felt comfortable with it.
Also, she couldn’t take another homework session interrupted by this boy’s need to express himself through 80s dance moves.
They were on three waiting lists for months. Mental health services in the Bronx are frighteningly hard to come by. Finally, though, the kid was in.
After three meetings, this seven year old had been diagnosed as bipolar and sent home with a free sample of Abilify.
Who doesn’t love samples?! The little packets, so fun.
Being a responsible, loving mother with an internet connection, this woman did a little Googling. Reading the fine print for any medication will terrify you, no matter what. WebMD convinced me that taking more than one Tylenol causes internal bleeding, asphyxiation, talking in tongues, and the ability to fly.
Abilify, though, is serious business. For bipolar disorder, it’s only approved in ages ten and up.
Not to mention that the psychiatrist met this child three times. A grand total of 135 minutes. Her first thought was a label like bipolar, and a powerful antipsychotic? The mother’s very legitimate concerns were brushed aside. Just try the medication, keep an eye on him, he’ll be fine.
Ultimately, mom couldn’t go through with it. She returned the samples, and discontinued mental health services.
And I supported what she did.
Again, I’m not anti-medication. But I think we can all agree that not everyone is bipolar. A third of the kids I work with have had a doctor or counselor speculate that they might be bipolar. About the same number are on psychiatric medications.
I would think that this is a nationwide issue, but I recently spoke with a nurse in a lovely, wealthy suburban community. She was shocked to hear that a sixteen year old she knew was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. “They try not to put a label like that out there until age 18, because the kids are changing so much.”
She couldn’t believe what I was telling her about my experiences. Apparently, likelihood of serious mental illness decreases as tax bracket increases. Curious.
People should be open to medication. They should not be ashamed to admit to having a mental illness. But why the disparity? Why is the future of a child of affluent parents in an impressive zip code so important that he can’t be saddled with a serious diagnosis, while my kids and their parents, many of whom are rather young and rather not-white, are told to just be good and take their meds?
Stories like this seven year old’s are exactly what people are afraid of when the idea of a psych eval is raised. It drives people away from mental heath treatment that their children may really need.
It’s hard as a social worker to question the opinion of a doctor. Who the hell do we think we are?
We are the ultimate advocates for our clients. And for our kids’ right to be