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Replied By: honeytediz on May 9, 2015, 7:42PM
Wooo! Brain talk!



Ok  I don't really? Know if I wanna talk about what I know I have. I know I'm autistic and I know I have general anxiety, but there's other stuff I'm curious about.



Like PTSD or maybe bipolar? I haven't had the most fun filled life, it's not TERRIBLE but it's still got some trauma in there somewhere. I sometimes Google the traits (I'm hesitent about using the term "symptoms" to describe brainweird things) and I've found that some fit me, some don't. But the ones that do, ho boy, they explain a LOT.



Bipolar wise I'm really struggling with this thing where my mom or dad will ask me a question, or talk to me and I'll get really mad??? Like I just get really worked up and it sucks a lot. A lot of time my voice will yell when I want it to just talk and it causes a lot of fights. I've long been sick of this but now I'm wondering if it's bipolar????





IDK I. I guess I just wanted to put that out there.
 
Replied By: kitkat5861 on Apr 20, 2015, 3:44PM
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Replied By: lizmariecar on Apr 18, 2015, 6:35PM
A smile is inspiring. comforting, familiar, polite & healing. A smile can make an impression, statement & be contagious. Every day brings the million reasons we all use our smile, without ever even realizing it. But, for me, my smile is what brings torment to me rather than joy & I always do realize when I have to use it. Key words being 'have to' (social expectation). I've spent SO many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, & years trying to reach out for help with it. My name is Elizabeth Carpenter. I'm 24-years-old. I have an under-bite, cross-bite, & TMJ. I have paradontel disease, loose/shifting teeth, & jaw bone loss. My teeth are rotated, crooked, crowded, cracked, & broken. My wisdom teeth are impacted & my enamel is very soft. I know I'm going to lose my teeth, soon & rapidly, & it TERRIFIES me. My depression, anxiety, & hopelessness about the situation is intruding my every thought & consuming my functionality. I have sleepless nights & anxiety attacks over trying to figure out how I can obtain possibilities to realistically financially take care of my dental needs so that i dont have to accept the end result as having to be dentures. At such a young age. The longer it takes, the worse & more expensive it becomes. When I was 11 I wrote a letter to Oprah (haha) asking for braces. When I was 14 my friend's mother attempted to help me get veneers with her in Mexico. That didn't work because there wasn't legal guardianship. For my 16th birthday I asked my parents for braces. Not a car, not a sweet 16 party, but for braces. Unfortunately but understandably they couldn't be provided.Since I turned 16 I've been working & trying to save enough money. But, life happens & I haven't kept my head even hardly barely above water. I know there's so many others in need, & definitely many whom are enduring much tougher struggles than I, but still I hurt. Physically & emotionally. I just want to be 24. I want to want to kiss my boyfriend & not feel repulsive. Confidentally smile in pictures. Go to social dinners & order what I want, not what's soft. Not ever have the thought of taking my dentures out before I sleep with my partner cross my mind again. Carry lipgloss instead of ibuprofen in my pocket. I've tried many different financial options & I'm at a loss. Please help?
 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 6, 2015, 1:31AM - In reply to whyamihere77
It is now almost 21 years later.  I still remember that day like it was yesterday.  What I don't know, is why I went through all of that. 

I have had many jobs. Some close friends have come and gone in my life.  All of them have been female.  I get really close to them and then watch as they go off with some other guy who doesn't treat them as well as I think they should be treated.  I have also been to many psychiatrists and tried many antidepressants.  None of them have been much help.  I did have a therapist tell me once not that long ago "You have spent your whole life trying to get everybody else's approval, but you never learned to know and like yourself."  She is right. 

My parents don't understand my depression.  My dad thinks I can just snap out of it.  They both think I use my depression as an excuse to be lazy.  I really just don't have any motivation.  I have nothing to look forward to.  I have no reason to go out and get a job and make and save money.  It seems like I will never be happy.  There are only a few things that I like.  One of them is going to the casino, but that gets me into trouble. I am a smart gambler, but if I am depressed and go there. I just want to play because if I am playing, I am not thinking about my life and how much I hate it.  I feel like I am out in public with others.  I have lost a lot of money at the casinos because of this.  I was there about a week ago, but something was different.  I wasn't having fun at all.  I left there and I still had some money.  I guess I just feel hopeless right now.  I wish that someone would just put me out of my misery.  I can't help but think back at what I have been through.  Why did I go through that?  I am sure there those out there who can relate to my situation.  Do you have any comments or suggestions?
 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 6, 2015, 1:17AM - In reply to whyamihere77
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When I opened my eyes I was on the hard ground next to a set of railroad tracks.  I couldn't feel much of my body at all.  I didn't even try to look at the rest of my body.  I yelled for help, but there was nobody around.  I heard a biker at the top, but they didn't hear me.  A train went by.  At first I thought that maybe the train crew would see me, but at 60 mph or so I doubt it.  Later, I heard some voices from the top of the cliff.  Three boys heard me and didn't believe me at first.  One of them said that they better check to make sure so two of them made it down to me eventually.  They yelled to the guy still at the top to go get help.  I told them what I had done and why.  They told me that they understood. They were kind of outcasts at their school too.  I then heard some sirens in the distance.  The paramedics were jogging down the railroad tracks to me.  A helicopter landed on the tracks and took me out of there to the hospital.  My last memory of that day is being rushed down the hospital hallway seeing the overhead lights going by. 

I broke my left ankle, my left femur in 3 places and my pelvis in 5 places. I lost 16 units of blood which is why I was technically dead for a little over a minute during my first surgery.  I would end up having many surgeries and having my leg in traction for most of the 45 days I was in the hospital. 

Since I only had about 2 weeks of high school left, they let me graduate.  My parents, grandparents and one aunt came to the hospital just about every day.  I spent that summer healing up and doing physical therapy to learn how to walk again.  I would learn later that those boys who found me were skipping school that day.  The police took them to school that day. 

I fell 129 feet.  I truly believe that God saved me that day.  I had wanted to die for so long and went off the cliff.  Once I was conscious again, I was yelling for help like I wanted to live.  I can't explain that. 
 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 5, 2015, 11:57PM - In reply to whyamihere77
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It was about this time that I thought about suicide everyday.  First I had to decide how to do it.  I didn't have a gun or know anyone that did, so that was out.  I thought that if I overdosed on some medicine it would probably only make me sick.  Then one day I figured it out. I liked to go for hikes at a park that had some high cliffs in it.  I would go off the cliff.  They were very high up and it would certainly kill me.  I remember being in church on Sunday and picturing how the next time I would in church it would be in a coffin.  The church would be mostly empty.  I would think about how the guys at school would react to hearing about me.  I could just see them making fun of me some more. 

On the morning of April 27, 1994 I awoke and of course didn't want to go to school.  Sometimes I was able to get out of it because my stomach was upset.  My stomach acted up a lot when I get anxious.  My dad was home that day for some reason.  He said that I had to go to school.  I couldn't stay home everyday.  I decided that the day had come.  I acted like I was going to school. I remember making my bed before I left.  I thought that I would never sleep in it again.  Most importantly I would never cry myself to sleep in it again.  I drove to the park.  I got stopped by a red stop light.  I thought, "good, this will be the last time I have to wait for a stupid red light again!"  I pulled into the park and parked near the beginning of the trail.  I started walking up the big hill to the top of the cliffs.  I didn't want to do it there since it was so close to the beginning of the trail.  I walked for a while.  I checked out each place where the trail got up next to the edge. Nothing looked good to me so I kept going.  I finally reached the place where the trail was along the side for about 100 feet. I sat down and thought.  I looked out over the river valley below and saw how beautiful it was.  I thought it was such a shame that I would have to leave such a beautiful place.  I then remembered all that wasn't so beautiful in my life.  It just had to end. I couldn't take it anymore.  I looked at my watch and it was 10:30am.  I decided that I would do it at 10:45am.  I sat there some more thinking.  I thought, "God, forgive me for I don't know what I am doing."  I looked back at my watch and it was exactly 10:45.  I got up and began walking the 15 steps or so to where I planned to go off the edge.  On my last step I closed my eyes and then began to fall.  I felt some small branches brush by that were growing off the side of the cliff.  I can't even describe the feeling I felt. 

to be continued..
 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 5, 2015, 11:37PM - In reply to whyamihere77
continued from earlier

Towards the end of my senior year I had a very traumatic day.  I was always interested in the weather.  I would love watching thunderstorms.  It gave me goosebumps and pumped up my adrenaline as the dark clouds got closer and the wind picked up.  My dream from as long as I can remember was to be a tv meteorologist.  My favorite one was on a local station for many years. He was very popular and very funny.  I wanted to be just like him.  He was like my idol I guess.  I even got to meet him and talk to him once at a church where he was speaking.  On March 23 1994 after doing the 10pm news he went to a small airport and took his plane up into the air.  He then crashed it straight into the ground killing himself.  I found out that next morning on the radio on the way to school.  I didn't realize how much it hurt until I got to school and started walking down the hall to my locker.  I didn't even reach my locker before others were hounding me and making fun of the weatherman's suicide.  They knew how much I liked the weather.  I even made out a little forecast each morning before homeroom that would get passed around the school. I was never popular,but everyone knew me for that.  The jocks mostly liked to know for their practices or games after school. 

At my locker a group of guys were on the bench across the hall going on and on about it.  I was so mad and upset that I slammed my locker and left school.  I went home and called my mom.  I told her that I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to die.  She rushed home and we talked as I cried and was convinced that I didn't want to live anymore.  She didn't know what to do so she found a mental facility at a hospital and I agreed to go.  I guess I was so out of it that I didn't realize at first that it was an inpatient place.  They first stripped me and searched me and then put me into a group.  I spent the first night scared to death lying awake in bed.  Most of the others there didn't want to be at home and/or didn't get along with their family.  I couldn't relate with anyone there.  I only felt safe at home.  The second night I had a roommate. He turned off the lights and then talked about how he could kill me and so on.  He scared me, but I tried to act like I was tough and not afraid.  It worked and he didn't do anything to me physically.  The third day one of the counselors figured out that I didn't belong there.  I was set up with a psychiatrist and put on prozac and sent home.  I was so relieved- but that didn't last long.  I went back to school and it was just like before again. 

to be continued
 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 5, 2015, 11:21PM
I am a 38 year old male and have had depression for about 30 years now.  It all started when I was a kid in grade school.  I was teased and made fun of a lot.  I tried some sports, but was never very good.  I tried to fit in, but I guess I was just too different for my classmates.  I never had any close friends.  Most of the time I would just play outside with my brother and sister and some of the other neighborhood kids.  Sometimes my whole family was a target.  Our house was teepeed a lot.  Our garage door was egged.  One year a strand of Christmas lights was taken down and the bulbs broken.  We were never part of any of the cliques of the popular people. 

As I got older, the comments increased and only got meaner.  They would make fun of my clothes, shoes, talents (or lack thereof), what I said, or just my appearance in general.  Unfortunately I went to an all boys high school along with some from my grade school.  The problem just carried with me then into high school.  I never joined any club or sport.  I wasn't interested in any.  I didn't want to spend any more time at school than I was required to.  It was mostly the jocks who would give me trouble.  They would make fun of me and even punch my shoulder as they passed by me in the hallway in between classes.  When the bell rang at the end of the day, I almost ran out there.  I went home feeling beat up both mentally and physically.  It seemed like my self esteem when down a little everyday.  Over time I would hear so many bad things about me that I started believing what I heard.  I hated that I didn't fit in with others.  I wasn't very good at sports.  I had no group of friends that I hung out with on the weekends like most teenagers. 

Once I made it to my senior year, my self esteem was seriously low.  I did have a part time job at a grocery store.  I got along with the others there just fine.  They had no idea how much I was acting like I was just fine when really I was dying inside.  A girl I worked with and I became friends.  One day she talked about dating.  That scared me to death. I had no idea how to be in a relationship.  I really wasn't that attracted to her that way so I told her we would just be friends.  We hung out some and that was good.  I still was getting worse and worse  though.  Sometimes on Friday nights I would be so depressed that I would get into bed around 8pm.  My mom would usually notice and get me up to play a board game.  I spent many nights crying myself to sleep.  I would think about my place in the universe.  It keeps expanding and getting larger and larger.  I wasn't even a speck.  That thought would really overwhelm me and scare me. 

to be continued
 
Replied By: bgood12 on Mar 23, 2015, 3:58PM
Reality shows with Mental Health. Unsuccessful celebrities and networks of Bravo, Vh1, MTV, and other networks lived their life in the camera selling their emotion with mental illness. They don't realize that open doors aren't opening up  for them, losing their battle over their exes from the media, mental illness hits to scandal and convestories and no powers and strenghts but being humiliates. Other celebrities can from A listers to F listers who lose images. Where are the parents? Parents should get involve in their lives and save their adult children and their kids.


Now ,people and i don't watch reality show because we don't feel any compassion with unsuccessful celebrities and they won't get over there past history. I think reality shows should be cancel with every networks.
 
Replied By: adianoeta on Mar 11, 2015, 12:39AM
I know I have an anxiety disorder, most likely OCD and panic but maybe PTSD. I sabatoge myself with my self-defeating projections of failure to the extent that I'm losing hope in ever living a real life. I have a complicated history of abuse/addiction/masochism that I can't wrap my mind around. I've spent more of my life being abused than not, and for the last six or seven years I've been incapable of finishing college or holding a job. I feel guilt, shame, self-loathing and desperation. I counter this by not engaging in the world very often. If I put half as much effort into trying something than I do avoiding everything, I'd be some one making a positive impact on others' lives. 


Depression is a very selfish disease, in my opinion. I've had this diagnosis since I was thirteen. I take Zoloft (SSRI) at 200 mg per day, and my psychiatrist is considering doubling this to combat these OCD-type symptoms. My mind is hell without it, which sounds histrionic.  It's not. It's like being in a nightmare, with the deepest feelings of despair.  I take pills so I don't have to live like that. 



I often wonder if neurological damage exists due to the psychological and physical trauma I've endured. Even though I've been unsuccessful in my endeavors, my mental illness began to paralyze me about two years ago. I do believe this was triggered by a relapse/abusive relationship. There is an addictive aspect because I compulsively went online and found him.  I no longer glorify abuse, sadomasochism gone very wrong. Being repeatedly exposed to predators from a young age has allowed me to identify and understand the psychopathic personality-- which frightens me, because I am conflicted. My general rule is if I am immediately attracted to a guy, RUN. 

I don't know if anyone else can relate to me, never mind help me.  
 
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