So this must be the "mixed episode" that I've heard about. Rob was very depressed yesterday, and sometime in the evening he switched over into manic behavior - but highly irritable.
This will sound very dumb (at least it does to me), but Rob is fixated now on ninja movies and has gone from decorating his room in a Japanese style to demanding that I buy him a sword that he saw online for $14. He badgered me for hours yesterday, insisting that I had to buy him the one thing that would make him feel happy a little bit. It became my fault that he is depressed, and all I have to do fix it is buy him a sword.
"But I need it - I have to practice! I want to learn martial arts!"
"How about checking into martial arts classes that focus on how to control your body first?"
"I don't want to go to some stupid class at a f**king strip mall with 20 other people! I've been teaching myself!"
"I'm not going to buy you a sword, Rob. It's not going to happen!"
"Do you think I'm going to run around the neighborhood, killing people with my sword? Stop treating me like I'm five years old!"
"I'm not spending what little money we have on a sword. That's final. You can buy it with your own money when you get a job."
He was very agitated, he went to the basement and beat the hell out of the body bag both with his hands and feet, and with a piece of metal that he has made a handle on made of neckties wrapped around it. The he hounded me till I went to bed, exhausted. Rob, however, stayed up all night, again. When I went down at 5:30 this morning, he was gone. He came home around 6:00 and told me he had been "practicing" at some park with a building he could climb on and an empty pool. He also spent some time last night climbing on a backstop fence at the baseball field around the corner from our house. He informed me this morning that the jumping from building to building that Jackie Chan does in the movies is not that hard. He showed me the sword he made from a piece of wood in the basement, that he had ground into a point. He didn't take the sword with him on his trips, though. Again he argued and argued with me about buying him that sword.
I mean, what the hell? He appears delusional to me, acting like a ten year old with this ninja crap, and I don't know what to do about it. He has an appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow. I'm thinking she'll drop the Wellbutrin after hearing about this, but without it he's a depressed zombie.
I'm very concerned. Right now he is rearranging his room, again. He's been doing this for days now. He is freaking me out.
So this must be the "mixed episode" that I've heard about. Rob was very depressed yesterday, and sometime in the evening he switched over into manic behavior - but highly irritable.
This will sound very dumb (at least it does to me), but Rob is fixated now on ninja movies and has gone from decorating his room in a Japanese style to demanding that I buy him a sword that he saw online for $14. He badgered me for hours yesterday, insisting that I had to buy him the one thing that would make him feel happy a little bit. It became my fault that he is depressed, and all I have to do fix it is buy him a sword.
"But I need it - I have to practice! I want to learn martial arts!"
"How about checking into martial arts classes that focus on how to control your body first?"
"I don't want to go to some stupid class at a f**king strip mall with 20 other people! I've been teaching myself!"
"I'm not going to buy you a sword, Rob. It's not going to happen!"
"Do you think I'm going to run around the neighborhood, killing people with my sword? Stop treating me like I'm five years old!"
"I'm not spending what little money we have on a sword. That's final. You can buy it with your own money when you get a job."
He was very agitated, he went to the basement and beat the hell out of the body bag both with his hands and feet, and with a piece of metal that he has made a handle on made of neckties wrapped around it. The he hounded me till I went to bed, exhausted. Rob, however, stayed up all night, again. When I went down at 5:30 this morning, he was gone. He came home around 6:00 and told me he had been "practicing" at some park with a building he could climb on and an empty pool. He also spent some time last night climbing on a backstop fence at the baseball field around the corner from our house. He informed me this morning that the jumping from building to building that Jackie Chan does in the movies is not that hard. He showed me the sword he made from a piece of wood in the basement, that he had ground into a point. He didn't take the sword with him on his trips, though. Again he argued and argued with me about buying him that sword.
I mean, what the hell? He appears delusional to me, acting like a ten year old with this ninja crap, and I don't know what to do about it. He has an appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow. I'm thinking she'll drop the Wellbutrin after hearing about this, but without it he's a depressed zombie.
I'm very concerned. Right now he is rearranging his room, again. He's been doing this for days now. He is freaking me out.