Hi Cleo; I don't have a parent with Bipolar, so to some extent I can't answer your question, but I am a parent with Bipolar so I figure I can tell you what works for us, if that makes sense.
I felt it was very necessary for the DD's to know about my illness, as I thought it would make the whole thing significantly less scary if/when I got ill again- they would be able to rationalise it to some extent and know that there was a reason for my behaviour, and it was nothing they had done. With care, I felt it would be possible for them to know how to handle it so they knew what to do, but minimise the responsibility aspect they might feel.
My DD's are older than yours (nearly 13 and 10), so are able to understand the issues in a slightly more complex way. I have asthma, so we likened it to that. Most of the time, as long as I take my inhalers, I'm well and don't have any problems- you wouldn't be able to tell unless I was a bit wheezy or told someone. Very occasionally, even with meds, I might have an asthma attack and need some more help and treatment. The thing is, I don't want to be ill, so I'll go get this treatment myself. Sometimes, very very rarely, I'm not able to make the phonecall to get help myself, so if they are ever worried they know to call someone. We said it was the same with bipolar, except instead of my lungs being affected, it was my brain. And sometimes, that made me behave in a strange kinda way.
In the same way as your DD though, they very much enjoy it when I'm manic. I've said before on here that they are getting quite good at identifying it and ruthlessly exploiting me
usually in toyshops/Claires/insert shopping opportunity of choice.... little darlings! I also must say that given they are mini versions of me in that we've all been described as as 'the human equivalent of border collies' (yes, even when I'm well!), it's usually the only time I can actually manage to exhaust them. I guess I'm lucky in that both of them adore school and would be mortified to not go, otherwise I'm sure they would have no trouble in persuading me of the benefit of a day/week off in order to do 'fun stuff'. See earlier comment of little darlings! They also have told me, somewhat surprisingly, they don't find it too hard when I'm depressed; some of their happy memories have been when we all take to my bed for the day, with junk food for them (unheard of in this house, but very easy for me to manage on the days when it's crazy hard for me to do anything), duvets, the laptops, and a stash of dvds. I guess, at the very least, it gives them time for chill out too.
I guess the thing that made it easier, as PeaTarty has already said, was that when I was well-ish, we sat down and worked out a plan. They know that a) I don't expect or indeed want them to look after me, and b) it is not their place to do so. I feel very strongly that they are children, and should not be forced into the position of taking responsibility for me. And so, we worked out an action plan for 'Tits Up Times', as we call it. The girls find this legitimised bad language hilarious- mummy swears in front of us, shock horror!
, and thus hopefully it has stuck in their minds in terms of what to do if it happens.
We have a list of the emergency list which contains all the numbers they might need, which is laminated and kept on the inside of the cupboard- both of them know where it is. It has the phone numbers of all the people we trust on it, in a suggested order to call (the people on this list all know about the situation, and are happy to step in and organise the getting of help if need be), along with the number of the crisis team. They also know what kind of things I do might make them think they need to make this call.
I was a bit reluctant to do this, as I felt it was putting to much, and frankly inappropriate responsibility on them, but as a friend pointed out, it would be significantly more unfair for them to be in a position where they were worried about me, but didn't have a way to talk to someone about it. Hopefully, if the worst happens, it won't be so scary and will minimise the responsibility on them. They won't be the one who has to shoulder all the burden of care.
I guess time will tell if it works, or they end up feeling horrible responsible for me. At the moment though, it seems like they aren't being negatively affected- I think it's actually helped them in some way, as we talk openly about mental health issues. DD1 has said that it's been easier for her to talk to me and understand about things she sees people in her school doing or feeling. I think she's able to see it in terms of illness in the same way as 'flu etc, and not as generic weirdness, if that makes sense. I think it's also made them know, that if they ever feel like they have mental health issues there there is nothing wrong with getting help; that treatment is available, and they don't have to feel that way forever.
Fingers crossed, anyway! I guess that's all, as parents we can do. Life would be so much easier (if less interesting) if they came with a how to manual!
God this is long- why can I never been succinct?
