We made it.
Four years ago, I wasn’t confident I would be able to make
that statement.
Rachel left the Partial Hospitalization program in April
2019. The re-entry to 8th grade wasn’t smooth but her teachers did
their best to help her finish out the school year and we welcomed summer break
with hope that her mental health would improve.
She only learned recently that I had discussions back then with the middle
school counseling staff about alternative options if she was not able to
function in a traditional school setting.
In short, we didn’t know what the future held for her.
To be completely honest, we still don’t know what the future
holds for her. But we’re more optimistic now than we were four years ago.
We met with her high school counselor in the summer before
high school started so he could get an understanding of the situation. Shortly after school started, he got fully
immersed in it as he handled the emergency situations that arose. He repeatedly
went above and beyond to help keep her safe.
The transition to high school was rough to say the
least. We were frequently dealing with
physical symptoms related to her MDD resulting in a lot of absences from school
which increased her anxiety due to constantly trying to get caught up. Revisions were made to her medications. It was brutal for her.
And then came 2020.
I think we were the only ones excited at the prospect of
being able to do school from home. But it was a blessing for us.
We were able to address her physical symptoms more easily at
home, and due to remote learning, students were allowed the option of taking
some classes Pass/Fail. This gave her
some breathing room from not being able to get caught up in missing
assignments.
We opted for her to remain fully
remote for her sophomore year. Being
home meant that we could do all the things that would help her mental health. She was able to go for walks to get exercise
& sunshine, she ate better, and she got more sleep. (And her school counselor and the attendance
secretary got a break from us for a year.)
Junior year meant a return to the school building. Having made it halfway through high school we
now had her medications stabilized and her school counselor was able to help us
set up her schedule in a way to give her a better shot at success. She continued to take advanced classes, she
received ‘straight A’s’ and we did campus tours of a few universities. We still had the rollercoaster that is mental
illness, but we had become better at managing the ride.
Her Theatre Appreciation teacher suggested she join the
costume tech crew for the spring play. I
was apprehensive. While I wanted her to
have some extracurricular activities, we were finally at a place that was
manageable. I didn’t want to ‘rock the
boat’ by adding something new that might throw us back to square one. It was exhausting for her, but she did enjoy
it.
With her ADHD she actually preferred the format of summer classes,
so she enrolled in summer school every summer.
While this didn’t give her much of a break from school, it meant that
she had fewer classes to take during the regular year, which helped. For her senior year it meant that her final
semester she only had 4 classes and was done by lunchtime each day.
Senior year she continued to do extremely well academically,
again earning ‘straight A’s’ which resulted in her qualifying for an Honor Cord
for graduation despite a rough freshman year.
But despite the ‘perfect’ grades, our struggle with her academically the
last two years has been that her mental illness tells her that anything less
than 100% is a failing grade. I can only
imagine the reaction of her teachers when she went in to discuss a grade of 98%
to understand what she did wrong, when teachers are still struggling to get
students to turn in assignments at all.
Four years ago, I was trying to figure out how we could get
her through high school. She didn’t just
get through high school. She
excelled. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t
without issues, but most importantly, she survived.
She went to her Senior Prom but did not attend Honors Night and will not be attending Commencement. Her anxiety means that events like this are not a fun celebration but are stressful and exhausting. As we tried to plan a graduation party she was clearly struggling. I asked her what she wanted, and she responded “I don’t know. I never thought I’d still be here.’
That’s the reality that we live in. From where we were four years ago, she wasn’t
certain that her mental illness wouldn’t be terminal. She knows there is no cure and because of
that, there are no guarantees.
When people ask how she’s doing it’s a difficult question to
answer because it depends where we are on the rollercoaster. Is she fine? No. But she has good days. Having a graduation party would not result in
a good day for her so we’ve opted not to have one.
Looking ahead, people have questioned our decision to let
her attend Wichita State University which is 5 hours away. I’d be lying if I said we weren’t nervous
(and that includes Rachel). But I’ve
been working with WSU since last fall to make sure that we are making it as
safe for her as possible. What it
ultimately comes down to is that I want to approach it with optimism instead of
fear. The last four years have shown us that you have to have faith.
And I have faith that in four years we will again be able to
say we made it.
