Monet needs rehab IMMEDIAELY or her mother will be burying her - it is just a matter of time. She cannot go back with her "friends" EVER.  I know I buried my son.

When I was 20 I found out I had a brain tumor it was a pituitary prolactinoma. Considering I am not a woman the prolactin was not suppose to be in my body and the prolanctin was almost 8000. So I had to get a surgery whether it was the first or second surgery who cares. I had to get two and when they did it they clipped my carotid artery and some optic nerves. When I was a child I was never sick and never had a cavity never took any type of drug but now I have taken almost every kind of drug for the pain and found out that the only thing that works is pain killers and they suck. But I began to like them. I have been on them for sixteen years. When I turned twenty eight I started noticing I missed out on my childhood. I never had a girl friend and never been kissed in my life still to this day. I was a christian, I might still be but I dont know, but I figured I could get away with trying porn. But till this day I have been trying to kick it and have not been able to. I think I thought that would make me older. I have been turning away from women because I dont want to look at them in a strange way or something because for some reason I cant control my eyes anymore. So when I in my thirties I got spinal maningitis and almost died which is wierd because I never got sick when I was a kid. I also had a cyst in my brain. I had to have two surgeries on that because they did that wrong and put to big of a valve in and drained the cyst to fast and made it so I couldnt move my neck for more than a week. Which also didnt help my addiction to pain killers. Also I went through detox and rehab hoping that would help and it didnt because a lady who barely knew my case kept saying we think its rebound headaches. So I tried, at least that got me off the 12 vicoden a day got me on a 6 norco regimine. My mom was an addict to pills and alcohol. My dad and grandpa were addicts to alcohol my dad sort of still is though. My mom tried to commit suicide 4-5 times when I was younger. Because I know her mom had parties on base and beat her let guys molest her when she was younger she forgot about it till she started to try and commit suicide. We have a strong history of like bi-polar in our family my mom has it I am pretty sure my grandma had it and I know my sister has it and I think I have it. But I do know. Well I know I am at least a candidate for some kind of depression. Also before I got the stomach bypass I would have just ate to get rid of all this but now I am looking for help. But almost every year I am in the hospital with some type of ailment and I know I just dont deserve a woman because of what I have and what I have done. Dr. Phil please Help Me....

I am only 22,  I am an outcast in my 'family' or at least on my dad's side. My dad was in the military, he was married to his second wife when my sister and I went to live with him. It was okay at first...then he started cheating on the woman when I was around eight. He stopped for awhile and then cheated on her again in while I was in high school. It was, awful the way he would leave for days and come back. We wouldn't know where he went. I remember one night me, my sister, and my step-mom snuggling up in the bed together when he was gone. There were times when he'd come back drunk and the fighting would be awful. Then when I was fifteen, we came home...and all of his stuff was gone...he moved out without telling anyone. It turns out he got the woman he was sleeping with outside of his marriage pregnant and decided to live with her. We didn't see him, not unless he just wanted to get into my step-mom's pants.  Then when I was 17, my sister and I were getting on the bus after our soccer game and he showed up and yelled at us saying to come with him even though we said no. Next thing you know we were in his new house...and there on a changing table was his new child...he always said how he wanted boys...well he got one. My sister cried that night. Then he divorced my step mom and married his new woman. He had a new family, he moved to El Paso Texas and me, my step mom, and sister moved off base. We lived in a tiny apartment off her salary. Then when I hit 18 my step mom sent me to El Paso to live with my dad. It wasn't any better, I felt replaced, I felt like Cinderella...and I was also partially treated that way. I got a job at the commissary, yet he didn't drive me, I had to cross a bridge (that I wasn't allowed to walk over by law) he gave me a bike with a broken wheel. I fixed it then when it broke again he expected me to pay for it. When I refused he kicked me out in el paso....I made friends there, I did what I needed to in order to get through. I never felt so abandoned. A Mexican family took me in for awhile and I'm still friends with them now. But then I had to move out, and I spent the next few weeks at the salvation army, I moved with a stripper who said she had an apartment. What she didn't tell me was that there would be almost 6-8 others living there and that the electricity wouldn't be on in the middle of winter. Either way I got up every morning, walked a mile to work, bagged groceries for tips til the store closed and walked back to the house, snuggled up to the other people on the floor at night, woke up and repeated the process. I found out my dad was moving back to Quincy, and I basically kissed his ass to come up here. Things were okay, but it started all over again. I was sleeping on a day bed with a build it yourself closet, and a three drawer mini dresser. the day bed was extremely uncomfortable. I had, me, my clothes and that was it. I would wake up in the middle of the night to feed my baby brother, by now I had two little brothers. I loved them, but I do admit it hurt me inside, to see that they were spoiled to death, Ps3 xbox, Wii, queen bed for the 3 yr old, toys paved the floor to where you didn't know there was solid ground underneath, and even their own jump house....and I felt like harry potter, no matter what I did i couldn't do enough to please. They kicked me out again. I went to a friends house, and told him what happened. Then the next day he claimed I lied to him. They drove all the way from Maywood, Mo to half away across town in Quincy Illinois just to tell the person who took me in that I "lied" to him. He packed up my things and dropped me off to my grandma's house. She said, Dave and I have agreed that we weren't letting anyone stay with us, you either call up your dad and apologize to him or you call up your natural mom who BTW has never been there for you. I wasn't going to apologize for not doing anything wrong, I'd much rather take my chances with my natural mother. She bought me a hotel room for three days. I cried myself to sleep that night, I felt like I had no one. Though I did have my natural mother I had only recently started a relationship with her, and after fifteen years of not knowing her she was still somewhat of a stranger to me. All my life thoughts were put into my head to think that she was 'the bad guy' but by giving me those three nights at that hotel I felt as though she had done more for me than anyone else in that town. I didn't know the town very well I had only been there for little more than a year and never had any chance to explore it. From then in 2010, until now, in 2012 I have been ganged up on by my family. My grandma claims that I am disabled and that I need disability, though I have no disability. My 2nd step mom has called me a whore, a bitch, and claims the entire family thinks of me as such. I've gotten nasty letters from my grandma, claiming that I need to work on my hygiene and that I smell bad (however I smoked at that time of course I smelled bad that didn't mean I didn't bathe!). I've been belittled as though a child and then kicked while on the ground them telling me to grow up. I allowed my grandma 30 minutes with my councilor and he told me that she really believed that she thought I was helpless. My councilor believes otherwise and says I have my head on my shoulders. My natural mother calls my grandma 'the puppet master' saying that if she doesn't have control then she yearns to get it. I was once going through my emails on my dad's lap top, I left it open to go to the bathroom leaving it on my emails to my boyfriend. My grandma was in the next room and the kids were laying down for their nap on the other side of the house. I went to the bathroom, was back within a few minutes. The lap top was completely closed when I got back. I opened it up to get back on but it had been logged out. I didn't know the password, so I had to know that someone was going to go through my emails when it was reopened. The next day my grandma said 'You need to log out when you're finished with the computer. I saw the things you said about me to Jane' (my 1st step mom) I asked her why she went through my mail in the first place because I left my emails on my boyfriends' page meaning she would have had to get out of his and go into hers. She turned red and said "well I didn't know what I was doing I was just trying to get out of it" I knew she was lying there's nothing easier than hitting the 'x' in the upper right hand corner. Next time, give me a chance to log off instead of closing on me, like you claimed you didn't do. The boys were asleep so they couldn't have done it plus they can't even reach the computer. They sip beer like the British sip tea, I've told my dad that he shows signs of being an alcoholic. That entire family has problems, I love my dad...but he demands respect yet does nothing to earn it. I am pregnant and I wish that my child could know their family however, I don't want him to go through it. I have been speaking out against this family since I was in middle school, telling people that my dad has problems and that he needs help, but I was only a child what did I know right? I have said time after time after time, that he needs help and I was always the one that got put up as the image of the 'bad guy'. I was the one labeled as the one with the problems, however, I feel I've been screwed over. I feel like I've identified the major problem, but it's not getting fixed because nobody in the family believes me (many people including professionals outside of the family believe me but no one believes me where it counts). I will admit to having problems, within the past 4-5 months I have quit drinking, smoking, and worked on my communication. I started this before I found out of my pregnancy so I did so because I wanted to not just because it'd be better for the child. You know, there was a time in my life where I missed my dad and cried when he had to get deployed, but due to the things listed and MANY more incidents not listed I don't respect him he runs away from his problems. I don't trust ANYONE in that family, they are toxic to me, I have some of the highest test results when it comes to my college placement tests in all of the school, I have survived living homeless for the past 3 ½ years without selling drugs or my body and I am still viewed as nothing more than a failure, I HATE the fact that they are like this. It really hurts that I feel like I have no family in my life, I get told by women in support groups that I am a very strong woman...I just wish that my family could see that. If anything I feel like my dad needs help definitely when it comes to managing anger and how to quit running away from his problems, I feel like my grandma is a mean manipulative woman who always needs to be in control (I told her I wasn't doing disability and she said "Yes you are") , and my dad's wife needs to shut her mouth and not talk to me like that. Due to the abuse I have noticed certain flaws in my behavior, when I get aggravated, no matter who it is I will get a tone in my voice and become very defensive. I am very defensive towards criticism. When I feel like I am not making my point across to the other person I will raise my voice, however my boyfriend and I take a 'time out' and then when we have cooled off we continue and the problem gets resolved. I won't deny I love my dad, but I don't feel like I can get near him, it's like he's too proud to believe he's done anything wrong. I've never heard him Say sorry to me. I just now stopped saying sorry instantly to everything due to just getting out of submissive behavior.

Why am I made to be the bad guy? Why is it that no matter what I do I am always wrong? Why is it that they tell me that I'm imagining things however I'm told that I am perfectly sane by professionals. It hurts pretty bad when your little brother comes up to you and says "Why are you mean to mommy and daddy?"  There was a time when my dad has gotten so angry where you could see the red in his face, as though he had held his breath. He came after e and pinned me against the wall, I was yelling at him to let me down and when he finally did his new wife came around the corner and yelled at me saying I needed to be quiet. I was 18 I could filed charges against him. This has been happening for years, my sister was asking my 1st step moms new husband to adopt her. The only thing I can do is sit here and hope, but nothing will happen. I am tired of waiting I'm tired of being labeled as the bad person, I'm tired of being manipulated, called names, and expected to give respect when none is given. It's frustrating to be homeless, and knowing that all my family is IN this town...and no one cares what happens.

I am a multiple, DID if you prefer, I am not the host but the system helper, the photo I used is me not the body so no get any funny ideas. The birthday I supply is for me not the body which is a little older.

I a slider between 6 and 20 but mostly I am 10

I glad to supply help but bad stuff I might have to turn over to the (body)protector.

if anyone is reading this plz give me your thoughts.

 i am feeling very upset and sad over the break up wioth my ex from 2 years.
she says she loves me and i tell her i love her.
i live in the states and she lives in guam.
she has ben seeing a guy for a month or so and i was seeing someone but i had to let her go cause im not over my ex.
my ex says she cant let me go and i feel the same. if she cant let me go why is she with someone new?
im having trouble with letting my love for her go. my thoughts and emotions run so wild on me alot when i think about her and her little boy and even when i dont think about her and him it runs threw my head.
she has a 4 year old boy which i fell in love with. he is not my blood but i do see him as my own.
should i stay connected with him and get over her?
im so confused over this whole thing.
im scared that i lost the love of my life but yet is this down fall for something greater?
should i move on and forget what i thihk could happen which i know it cant be. i need help. im scared and feel very alone. is it true that love can over come any things that stands in our way when it comes to relationship?

Getting along for a minute....

Today is my first day on the Dr. Phil website, although I have been here before, it's now official, I am one with Dr. Phil!

Hi I am living with DID knowingly most of my life! I was working together, 4 years ago and got my GED with acceptance into the honor sociaty. At that time I was looking forward to cutting my working hours down and enjoying spending time with my son. what I got was a job that my co workers were allowed to haze me with very little interfeance by upper management. By the end of a year after I got my GED i was re truamatised and my early child program was reinstated. everything that I had gain was lost including my son because I lost my ablility to work and feel safe people around us. we now have a service dog and are working to regain our faith in the people around us. wishing others could be more compasanet with others

It really bothers me when people get on the show and scream about how their children are addicted to oxycontin, percocet, etc. Common sense would say put the medicine up! You wouldn't leave a bottle of poison out for them to get at would you? The point I'm trying to make is, there are those of us who really have to take the medication and the doctors start playing God then we have to suffer because we can't get our medication . I have nerve damage and it's spreading throughout my body it can't be reversed there is no cure and they have yet to find a way to stop it from spreading. Now imagine this, 1000 ice picks stabbing at you  once over and over, plus being on fire from the waist down and your body aches without mercy .


   And just when you think the torture couldn't get any worst for me, for some reason at 3 a.m. .....lets just say "OH MY GOD" the point i'm trying to make is after being given so many different medications, oxycontin and a combination of two other medications are the only ones that eleviate this torture I go through 24/7.!!!! My pain is so great I don't even see how anyone can get high or whatever off the medication. It's the only I can walk without aid of a cane ,or take care of my family or house .

The story of a Former NYPD Officer Richard DiGuglielmo is politics at it best.  A grave miscarriage of Judtice was done in his case.  Please log on to CNN Presents, Fox 5 and read the Wall Street Article on his story.  See for yourself.  And speak out.