I Was a Workaholic Mother

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My son & I. Now he’s fifteen.

Laurie Hollman, Ph.D. featured me in her HuffPost Women blog article,
Living With Bipolar Disorder as a Mother and Workaholic. Her article quotes my wordy answers to her interview questions.

Interview with Kitt O’Malley

1.  Discuss your decision-making to work and mother at the same time.

Before I even became pregnant, my husband and I purchased a house we could afford on one salary, so that if I decided to stay home, I could, and if I decided to work, I could. I worked during my pregnancy until at thirty-one weeks I went into preterm labor and had to stay on bedrest for five weeks. At that point, off bedrest, I went about painting my son’s nursery and at thirty-seven weeks thrilled to be able to move I danced at an engagement party. That night I went into labor and had my son three weeks early.

By that time, I was ready for some adult interaction. I decided to go back to work two days a week, hiring my sister to bring her infant to my house and babysit twice a week. The responsibilities of my position required that I increase my hours to three days a week, so my husband flexed his time to care for our son that third day. By the end of my son’s first year, my job responsibilities required me to increase my hours to four days a week, at which point I put my son into a family day care. It broke my heart to leave my son every day. My days didn’t end until 7:00pm. After a month or so, I quit and stayed home full-time for over a year.

That year was a challenge. I cobbled together mommy-and-me classes, attended mothers’ groups, yet thirsted for intellectual and creative stimulation that I simply couldn’t get as a stay-at-home mother. By the time my son was twenty-seven months old, I started to experience symptoms which I recognized as hypomania. I felt euphorically called to one church and another. As a former mental health practitioner, I recognized the euphoria as a symptoms of hypomania.

Since I was eighteen I had been in psychotherapy for depression. At thirty, a licensed Marriage, Family and Child Counselor working in non-profits with severely emotionally disturbed adolescents, I had a severe breakdown. I was so depressed that I unable to get out of bed. Finally, I turned to first my internist and then a psychiatrist for help. I was prescribed different three different anti-depressants, and after a few months of medication changes, found myself manic and unable to sleep for a week.

At that time, it was unclear whether I was bipolar or simply reacting to the antidepressant medications. I moved in with my parents, and went to a group practice where I was seen by both a psychiatrist and psychotherapist. By the way, I’m a huge believer in collaborative mental health treatment. I was stabilized on an SSRI antidepressant, slowly titrating my dose up careful to avoid triggering speeding thoughts.

Sorry for the long-winded answer to this first question. I’m usually terse. Anyway, forward a few years… This time I knew that the symptoms I was experiencing were hypomanic in nature and I got the help and diagnosis I needed for stability. What is tragic, is that once my diagnosis changed from dysthymic (chronic depression) to bipolar type II, my internalized stigma was such that I believed that my son would be better off in day care than in my care, and I went back into the work force. My knowledge of bipolar disorder was that it was a serious chronic progressive disorder. I wanted to protect my son from me. So, I went back to work and put him in daycare.

I was unable to keep it together, though. As it turns out, my son was overstimulated by daycare. He exhibited behavioral symptoms and unknown to us at the time struggled with both ADHD and migraines. I often had to pick him up from daycare and bring him into my office where he lied down as I continued to work.

Finally, after a year and a half of overworking with a high needs child, I fell apart and had myself psychiatrically hospitalized. I have been home on disability ever since. It hasn’t been easy. Since I started to write, to blog at kittomalley.com, and to volunteer for NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, I’ve found a balance where I have both intellectual and emotional stimulation and am able to care for both myself and my son.

2.  Did you have different feelings at different stages of your child’s development (so far) about how available you felt you could be to your children? Did you feel conflicted? How did you work it out? Give some examples of times when you felt pulled in mother/worker directions. In retrospect, would you do it differently now?

Parenting at different stages of a child’s development varies greatly. Infants and toddlers require so much attention. If you are home with them, you cannot even go to the restroom alone. Work was leisurely in comparison. I was able to have lunch with colleagues, talk and interact with adults who were my intellectual equal, and I could go to the bathroom uninterrupted.

When I worked just before my psychiatric hospitalization, I worked as an investment analyst for an entrepreneur. Yes, my career is varied, not surprising for someone with my diagnosis. As an investment advisor for a demanding entrepreneur, I worked late nights. At seven pm, my husband would call, put my son on the phone, and he would ask me, “Mommy, when are you coming home?” Yes, I was a workaholic. Often, I’d go home, make dinner, put my child to sleep, and return to the office or work from home. It was untenable and led to my breakdown. I was unable to do it all.

Over time, I decided that my life has seasons. I need not do everything at once. I still have much to do, much to offer.

3.  How has your child(ren) benefitted from seeing you as a working, accomplishing, successful mother?

As I have turned to writing, my son sees me as both a writer and a mother. At first, he was jealous of my online mental health advocacy and referred to my blogging and social media community as my fake friends. But, over time, he’s seen that just as he has friends through his online gaming activity, and those friends are real, I have relationships through my online community. I participate in my local writers’ group, Orange County Writers, and I volunteer for NAMI. Hopefully, he has learned that “real world” social support and common interest groups are available, and that he, too, can find his tribe.

4.  Explore the importance of motherhood to you.

Ever since my mother was pregnant with my sister, I’ve known that someday I would be a mother. Without a doubt, mothering my son, though often a thankless job, has been my most rewarding job. Now that my son is an adolescent, he actually thanks me regularly. Guess I did and continue to do something right, for I’m proud of the young man he is becoming.

5.  Do you think your choice of occupation(s) was influenced by your maternal desires? In other words, does the subject of your work coincide with your mothering interests and desires and/or is it separate?

My careers have been varied. I started out as a legal assistant for two years after I graduated from UC Berkeley with a bachelor’s in Legal Studies. Seeing the insane hours the associates worked, I decided that being a mother was incompatible with the practice of law. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps an attorney need not be a workaholic. But, I was one. I put in more hours than any other legal assistant at the firm. Then I stumbled into psychology without any plans to do so. I worked with adolescents, loving those kids as if they were my own. My background as a psychotherapist helped me as a person and as a mother of a sensitive child. My career in commercial real estate honed my business and analytic skills, which helped me to manage a household and now to manage my parents’ finances and house. I’m not just a mother. I’m the daughter of aging parents who need caregiving and financial assistance, especially since my mother had a severe stroke in November which has made it impossible for her to speak.

6.  What advice do you have for new mothers who want to embark on careers?

Honestly, we are each different. Each mother is unique with unique needs. Each child is unique with unique needs. Each family is unique with unique needs. Figure out what works for you and yours. There is no simple answer.

7.  In what ways do you enjoy and feel successful?

I feel successful now in my life. I have not always, even though I’m a high achiever by nature. At this time in my life, the pieces seem to be falling into place. Struggles I had in the past, careers that seemed disparate, all make sense now, as if my past prepared me for this present. As we struggle, we do not always know what skills we are learning. Now, at fifty-two, my life is beginning to make sense to me, and I’ve only just begun…

11 thoughts on “I Was a Workaholic Mother

  1. BecomeMum April 27, 2016 / 11:34 pm

    Thanks for the iteration that we are all unique and need to do what is right for us. Often there is pressure in society to be a certain type of mother, and especially the stigma with bipolar is to make sure we cause no harm (although harm is portrayed as inevitable, as per Shameless). To cause no harm is to do what is right for me and my family!

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    • Kitt O'Malley April 28, 2016 / 10:04 am

      Yes! Each child, each parent, each family is unique with unique needs. Do what works.

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  2. dyane April 27, 2016 / 3:51 pm

    Over at The Huffington Post I wrote this comment in a hurry, as I had to rush off to pick up Avonlea @ school:

    “As a devoted follower of Kitt’s blog & as a mom with bipolar disorder, I’ve been profoundly inspired by her. I came across Kitt’s blog by chance and it immediately became one of my favorites. Kitt provides cutting-edge research, she’s always on the lookout for useful resources for her followers, and shares her own creative works. I’ve been moved by how she reveals personal dilemmas and insights in such a brave, honest way through her occasional videos and posts. Kitt O’Malley – Mental Health Advocate is a giver with a positive, pragmatic attitude. I love her sense of humor, her compassion, and her tenacity in the face of bipolar and non-bipolar-related challenges – all in all, she’s my very favorite kind of person!”

    Note: Kitt did not send me chocolate, sushi, or a puppy in exchange for posting this comment!

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  3. laurelwolfelives April 27, 2016 / 3:21 pm

    I never worked outside the home other than just a few jobs here and there (which I lost as soon as they found out what Loser did.) When my children were older, they thought there was something wrong with me as I was the only mama who didn’t work.
    It would have been difficult for me to have a “career” and still raise my children. Loser was never around. I applaud the women who can do it. I longed for a career. At fifty-three, I finally went to EMT school. Even that didn’t last very long.
    It’s wonderful that you feel successful now and your life is beginning to make sense…and you’re right. You’ve only just begun!

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    • Kitt O'Malley April 27, 2016 / 3:47 pm

      We 52 & 53 year-olds still have plenty of life in us. Taking care of your children IS work.

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      • laurelwolfelives April 27, 2016 / 3:49 pm

        I didn’t have any trouble lifting my share of the 600 pounds we were required to lift. I really enjoyed it and I miss it.
        And, yes, taking care of children can be exhausting…especially when you have to do it on your own.

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  4. Bradley April 27, 2016 / 3:20 pm

    Great interview, Kitt. Btw, I’m 52 and my life is just beginning to make sense to me. Maybe we should start a club.

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