We're All A Little Broken

Tag: panic disorder

  • The View From Here..

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    School ended today at 12pm. By 12:20pm I had four extra kids in the house – two friends of my son and two friends of my daughter. They all came home from school with us and will all spend the night. It’s a huge “Welcome to Summer” celebration. Earlier today as I was leaving work…

  • A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words…

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    We are in the swift downhill race to the end of elementary school for my son. Every single day there is some celebration marking the end of the class of 2017’s time at the school.  Today that celebration was an awards ceremony honoring academic achievement. My smarty pants, loves school, never met a book he…

  • Maintenance Dose

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    377 days. That’s the total number of days between the date my son was first prescribed psychiatric medication and today. In those days the type of medication has changed 3 times and the dosages have been adjusted 7 times. And today, on day 377, the psychiatrist sat across the desk from us and told us…

  • The “Aha” Moment

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    About 10 months ago, we made the decision to start my son on medication to help manage his anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. Since then the type of medication has changed, an additional medication has been added, and the dosage on both has been increased several times. It’s been a process. At the beginning of…

  • If Not Here, Then Where?

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I’ve lost count of the number of hours I have spent in the waiting rooms of doctors, therapists, and specialists in the past 2 years. I would wager that the total number is well into the hundreds. Hour, upon hour, upon hour has ticked away while I sat waiting for my son. Some of those…

  • In Case of Emergency

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Yesterday was the first day of school. And predictably at the end of the day the kids came home with the stacks paper – some of it actually needed my attention, and much of it went straight into the recycling pile. Among the items that needed my attention was the reminder to send in an…

  • Once Upon A Time…

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Once upon a time, there was a 10 month old baby boy who took his first assisted steps up and down the aisle of a church during Vacation Bible School week. The hands he held were those of a sweet little girl who would grow up to be one of his favorite baby sitters, as…

  • To the Staff at Horse Camp

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    We’re halfway through summer break, and my son finally was able to attend and enjoy a day camp this week. He and my daughter both spent the week with my parents and went to a horse camp. It was the one thing he REALLY wanted to do. They attended last summer, and talked about it…

  • Fighting Together

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    July is the least favorite month of the year for my husband and me – the double whammy of it being an extra busy time of year for both of us at work, combined with balancing kids on Summer break means we rarely see each other during daylight hours, and sometimes don’t have conversations that…

  • Back on Track to Black

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    My son began training in the martial art of ninjitsu when he was 7 years old. From the very first lesson he loved it and was hooked. By the time he had trained long enough and showed enough mastery of technique to advance to his second belt, he had declared his intent to become a…