As you can see on the opening page of this site, there is a picture of my dogs, Ace and Spade. Ace may be the runt of the litter, but they are my boys. I’ve had them since they were three months old when we adopted them. We are all they know, and I plan to keep teaching them how to be psychiatric service dogs for a reason. They started training themselves for this, and I am just helping with the process.
“How did they start this, you ask?” I am diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and I take medications. They have watched me over the past two years, and they are always by my side to make sure I take all my medication. When they see me finish taking my meds, Spade gives kisses to show that I’m a good girl. I always tell him he’s a good boy when he does something right, and giving me kisses is like him telling me that I’m doing right and that he loves me for it.
If, by chance, I get angry and start yelling, he’s the first to show up to tell me to calm down, and there are those kisses. He loves talking to me by giving me little sweet growls to say that he wants me in bed so that I get to sleep. He knows that I work nights and need sleep for it. Once we get into bed, he’s at my feet, chewing on something. He’s our protector.
Ace, on the other hand, loves to give me hugs. He even gives me extra hugs when I get in bed. Ace is the calm one, and Spade is quite the opposite. When he wants to give hugs, he’ll whimper. They both are so sweet with their quirks; all I can do is smile and laugh.
I will delve into more detail about my boys.
All I can say is, “Welcome to my World.” May you have a thrilling ride, and may you discover and understand more about what bipolar disorder does to the brain of the one creating the content. We have one heck of a journey ahead of us. May you stay along for the ride. Happy reading!
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