Early diagnosis, initiation of effective treatment, and treatment adherence are essential factors in optimizing positive outcomes for individuals diagnosed as having bipolar disorder. Children of parents with bipolar disorder merit particularly close monitoring. Reluctance to engage in treatment is common with many teens, and engagement may be even more difficult with individuals experiencing mania or hypomania, because they may not perceive a need for intervention. The initial therapeutic engagement with younger individuals experiencing symptoms of bipolar disorder is crucial. Enhancing attention to the factors that improve treatment adherence from the first encounter onward can improve a patient’s lifetime prognosis.
Clinical Vignette
Marcus is a 17-year-old 11th-grade student in the local high school. He was a motivated and accomplished student through ninth grade but has subsequently demonstrated a decline in his grades and behavior, which was attributed to his initiation of marijuana use. He began to show other concerning behaviors as well. He left home at night, began having sexual experiences with multiple girls from school, was truant from school or missed classes, and began to snap at his parents and teachers over minor frustrations. Marcus and his father began having loud arguments. Marcus broke a lamp during one such argument, and his father slapped him hard enough to leave a mark. This incident prompted the school counselor, who heard about the bruise and talked to Marcus, to call child protective services. She was concerned about Marcus’s presentation. He was talking too quickly, initially minimizing the severity of the argument with his father. Moments later, he threatened that he might hurt his father or himself if he went home. Marcus was sent by ambulance to the emergency department to receive a psychiatric evaluation for safety and altered mental status.
In the emergency department, a drug screen returned positive for cannabinoids but no other substances. Marcus was fidgety and hypermotoric but not combative or threatening. When he was medically cleared, a psychiatry consult was called.
Dr. Jackson, the psychiatrist on call to the emergency department, obtained relevant history from Marcus’s mother. She described Marcus as having always been a “very active” child and recalled a prior concern about attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder. However, Marcus did well in school and participated in sports, so medication was not deemed necessary. Despite his hyperactivity and intermittent impulsivity, Marcus was described as a “good kid” with respectful behavior, good grades, and nice friends when he was younger. His mother identified ninth grade as a crucial turning point. He began to hang out with friends who smoked marijuana, and Marcus joined them in this habit. He was more oppositional and irritable at home. Little things seemed to get on his nerves. He sometimes was withdrawn, isolating himself in his room, and at other times was talkative and gregarious. He was described by his friends as “the life of the party,” and he was invited to them all. His grades began to fall, he was suspended from school multiple times for disrespecting teachers or smoking in the bathroom, and he began to sneak out at night. His parents became concerned. His pediatrician referred him to a therapist, but he refused to go, noting, “I don’t need a shrink.”
Marcus and his father had been fighting more, and the disputes had become physical a few times. Marcus’s mother noted that his father was particularly sensitive to disrespect, because Marcus’s paternal grandfather had been an alcoholic and moody. The grandfather had been hospitalized once and diagnosed as having bipolar disorder, but he did not take the prescribed medication. He died of liver disease at age 60. Marcus’s mother reported that Marcus’s father had a temper and used to spank Marcus with a belt when he misbehaved as a young child. More recently, Marcus had started to “fight back,” including by yelling, cursing, threatening, and breaking things, although he never hit his father. She said that the recent slap by his father had been the first time his father had hit Marcus in years. She felt that Marcus’s threats to hurt his father and himself were due to his drug (marijuana) use.
Dr. Jackson entered Marcus’s room and excused his monitoring sitter. Marcus was lying in bed watching television and glanced up when she entered.
“So, are you going to send me to the crazy house?” Marcus inquired.
“Crazy house?” Dr. Jackson queried.
“Yeah, where the crazy people like me go,” Marcus replied.
“Do you think you are crazy?” Dr. Jackson asked kindly.
“They say I am—I mean the school and my dad and all.” Marcus got up and began to walk around the room, inspecting the equipment as he went.
“How can I be helpful, Marcus?” Dr. Jackson asked.
Marcus stared at her with suspicion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it seems that things in your life have been getting out of control. Perhaps I can be helpful.”
“Just get me out of here so that I can go party with my friends tonight,” Marcus replied.
“Your mother told me that you like to party. Can I hear that from you? Exactly what does ‘partying’ mean for you?” Marcus fidgeted with objects as he moved around the room and did not answer. “I assume there is alcohol, a few substances, perhaps cute girls and guys.”
“Hey, I’m straight!” Marcus snapped.
“OK, cute girls then. Do you find yourself doing things your parents wouldn’t approve of—like having sex a lot, using substances, or not thinking of consequences before you do fun things?”
“Well, sure, I’m a 17-year-old boy,” Marcus said.
Dr. Jackson smiled. “Yes, you’re a 17-year-old, bright and handsome boy who is the life of the party, has tons of friends, and likes to take chances. Your mother also said that you were suspended from school four times and have stayed out all night when your parents didn’t know where you were. So, from her point of view, things aren’t ideal. How have you been sleeping?”
“Hey, who needs sleep anyway. I’m a virile young man with a life to live,” Marcus replied, only partly sarcastically.
“There are exciting things in your life. Are there any issues that may not be so good?” Dr. Jackson asked, hoping that Marcus might report some insight.
“Not much—except to get my abusive father off my case.”
“Did he hit you when you were younger, too?”
“Oh, yeah. The belt. Parents can’t do that anymore—perhaps my dad didn’t get the memo. And now he just hits me with his fist. Same guy, different weapon.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry you have been hurt in so many ways. I’m glad you told the school social worker, so your dad can get the help he needs to treat you right. And you? Anything that you want to say about how you act?”
“My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday. She said that I cheated on her, and I was too overbearing and demanding,” Marcus offered.
“That must have really hurt,” Dr. Jackson said empathically.
“Yeah, but I’ll find another girlfriend soon. There’s more than one fish in the sea.”
“Do you think those things are true? Cheating on her and being overbearing and demanding?”
“I’m a 17-year-old boy.”
“And what age is she?”
“My age. What do you think I am, a pedophile?” Marcus started pacing around the room.
“Has it gotten bad enough that you want to hurt or kill yourself?” Dr. Jackson inquired, cognizant that he may not tolerate many more questions.
“Nah, I just said that. But sometimes I feel like it when everyone is on my case—like I should just run and keep running until I find a bridge.”
“Did you think of that today?”
“Not really. I was too mad.”
“And did you think of how you would hurt your dad or ex-girlfriend or anyone else?”
“Not really. I might want to slap them, but nothing big. I’m too strong. They say that when I get mad, I get superpowers. Like super strong. I’m scared I could, like, really hurt someone if I let that strength get away from me. When you get this big rush of adrenalin and then nothing hurts, and you have so much strength. Some people can even pick up cars.”
“Yes, that much strength could be really scary,” Dr. Jackson mused. “Marcus, I like you. You are smart, and honest, and funny, in a dark humor sort of way. You have a lot going for you. But I am worried about you. Things are getting out of control at home, and you aren’t making good decisions. I would like to work together to decide on a plan that can help turn some of this around. Your mother said that you think therapy is a waste of time. But it seems to me that you are on edge and sleep deprived. I think you need a place to mellow out, de-stress, and get some really intensive treatment,” Dr. Jackson said matter-of-factly.
“You want to send me to the crazy house?” Marcus replied.
“I don’t think that really describes the adolescent unit in the hospital. You wear your usual clothes, get to know other teens that have their own struggles, have groups, individual therapy, and meet with doctors and nurses so they can get to know how to help you. Oh, and they have hoops outdoors and ping-pong indoors. We have two adolescent units: one at this hospital and one at Mercy Hospital across town. Your choice,” Dr. Jackson finished.
“And if I say I won’t go?”
“I don’t want to get into some power struggle about it. I just want you to be safe and get the care you need. Your choice of which place,” Dr. Jackson said empathically, but firmly.
“Will you be my doctor?” Marcus asked, looking hopeful.
“As much as I would like to, I won’t be. But I will talk to your doctor and come by to be sure you are settled in this evening. Your mother will go with you,” Dr. Jackson answered reassuringly.
“I don’t want to see my dad!” Marcus blurted.
“OK, we will not put your father on the visiting list until you decide you want to see him.”