Gina’s reflections on her dad remind me of Thanksgiving.
Finding Dad’s True Personality
Thinking about my dad brings up a range of emotions. In the latter years before my dad passed away, I saw a very gentle side to him. I think it was a function of his getting up in age but also because of the medication he was on. He had been diagnosed with bipolar disease rather late in life, well after my siblings and I had graduated from college and moved away. In my case, I was living in Kenya at the time completing my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer. I was on an overseas call with my mom whenI learned of his breakdown that included her having to flee from the house in the middle of the night on more than one occasion, only returning after she believed he had fallen asleep. Things deteriorated to the point where she was afraid to return to the house and was advised by family and friends to not return, as my dad had been saying delusional and threatening things about her to them. I don’t know the particulars but eventually they managed to talk my dad into signing himself into a hospital for evaluation. I believe that was also when he began treatment, which included medication and psychotherapy. Continue Reading →