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loving pet, to be fair, people do sit here and decide I'm not helping myself when I simply share myself , and sometimes I'm not, but if I tell you all how I developed an eating problem, they're all like wah wah boo hoo, you were not forced to hold a spoon and eat so stop blaming people, and I've never said they did. I said why I have issues around food, plain and simple, If I say why I am confused about my health, people take it as whining, I get pushy and push back when people insist, simple explinations of how you're here, are what wha poor me's. They're not, I never was wah wah poor me, I just say it like it is and get on with it, or get off the pot and stop shitting over it if I am not going to move on . There's very few things that are wah wah poor me, and I get a bit nasty when I keep saying I am not blaming things I am explaining because like many have said here I am one of the least negative people they know, and that's probably changed a lot lately as I deal with being so sick and crabby, and say irrational things but for good god, people think if yo willingly admit your own shit you want to excuse it, and those are the people I am going to have to stop replying to because I do allow myself to get nasty and crabby. I AM working on my issues, I NEVER said it's ok to hurt someone cause you're sick to your tummy. People have decided I have said it's ok to be crabby and violent if you're sick and I said I am more likely to snap if I am, but I have never decided ok I can't poop it's been 5 days my guts are hurting me something horrid, so let me go pop James the moment he sasses me. I'll admit it was wrong of me to pop him for him popping me and I'm just going to start ignoreing people who tell me that when I say yup you're right I am angry, yup your right I need to loose weight, and I was never over weight until...... and I can look back and see....... being the start, saying I'm not taking responcibility because they don't matter. True friends know that I don't wah wah poor me, not often, and half the shit people THINK is wha wah wah poor me, is in reality me saying yup, yup, yes I am messed up. I actually do help people everyday, sometimes so much I give them to much and go with out myself. And I was able to support someone else in the pych ward who was detoxing from being a drunk with out meds, and I may allow my toung to run away from me and spout bull shitty things, and then do an ass backwards job of appologising, but I'm not letting you all tell me I am not doing my job to get help for myself, other wise I wouldn't be bashing my head figurativly against the finace wall, and the not being able to afford help wall and pissing up wind just to feel good again. I WAS bodily fine till I got on meds to help my mood, and no w I am really sick from those meds. I'm not blaming any one, I'm not wah wah wahing, I am saying if I wasn't trying to get help why did I go on meds that did so much damage to me in side affects that for the first time EVER I imagined sensation hallucinations, that my liver count is up so much so since I hjust started the meds a week ago my DR IS WORRIED. not trying to get help and fix myself my ass, I " tried to fix myself" Right into health problems by taking meds willingly for my problems that made me sick, very sick, and now we have to fix my body before we can fix my mind because my body is sick too now from trying out medications that should of calmed the problem and instead made it worse. Take this as wah wah wah poor me if you want, I don't care, but daddy knows I am getting help and a few private friends behind the scenes know and my parents know, and they know how sick I got in the lasst almost 2 weeks now I have gotten. quote:
ORIGINAL: lovingpet First, before I go all badass, I wanted to thank each of you who have shared your real life stories here. I know it can't possibly be easy to do and I appreciate it very much. I've laughed, cried, and mostly just been in awe of each one of you fantastic people! As for OP, would you kindly get your head out of your ass??? People are here trying to support you. For that kindness, they get constant nastiness. I have been following this thread all this time and have just kept my mouth shut, but I can't do it anymore. I will step away from the thread and this computer AFTER I am good and done here. Let's start with the big one. Sorry, sweetheart, but you ARE one of the crazies. I can say that for the same reason many others on this thread can say it. I've been there and back. If you have a mental illness, diagnosed or not, treated or not, acknowledged or not, then you are one of the crazies. Sorry. And one brand of crazy isn't any more cute and cuddly than another brand of crazy. The fact that the "real crazies" triggers your PTSD is proof that you are just as much a "real crazy". Get over yourself already. Quit putting others down to attempt to elevate yourself. If you would do the hard work and address your issues, you could rise above it all and actually BE someone who could have the kindness, sensitivity, and compassion to HELP fellow "real crazies". We go through what we do in life for a reason and that reason is so that we can reach out to others and help them when they have fallen to the depths of the same pit we were once in. Quit bullshitting yourself. If you actually were better, then you wouldn't need to look down upon these people with contempt and fear. You would understand and now have the skills to both keep yourself under control AND help them climb out. When one lacks self awareness, the easiest way to attempt to cover it is to claim it isn't so. Too bad so many have been to hell and back. We ain't buyin that crap. We see through it to the heart of the matter, not because we are some powerful, psychic entity, but because we remember what the flames felt like and how it was choking on that hellfire ourselves. Just stop it already. You revert to a two and a half year old child in the face of life's difficulties. I will assure you there are only two places on the face of the earth where that will fly. One of them is in the arms of a very wonderful Daddydom (which, hate to break it to ya, you lack). The other is in the permanent confines of a psych hospital until you learn to cope with real stress like an adult. The law doesn't care what your past has been. The judge doesn't give a shit about your "emotional needs". Life will not coddle you. Grow the hell up or get thee into a situation that can allow you the luxury of being a toddler on a whim. I am sure seeing a 26 year old fighting tooth and nail to keep her stuffed animals didn't disturb a single one of the other "real crazies". That's perfectly normal behavior after all, since you think it is so. Give me a break! If I may be blunt (gee, why stop now), the one thing that I know from years of schooling spurred by my own personal hell, is that personality disorders are some of the most pervasive and hardest to treat of mental illnesses. I will not insult others with a personality disorder by saying if anyone is a "real crazy" it would be a person with a personality disorder. Regardless of whether that is the case, they are pretty much lifelong, therapy intensive, and usually medication resistent disorders and affect absolutely every facet of your life and the lives of those around you. Over time and much, much therapy people learn to cope with them better and be aware of areas in which they do not function the way they should, but it takes a good long time and is crippling until then. If this is a diagnosis of yours, you'd best wake up and wake up good and soon. Your self deception about how ill you actually are and your overall attitude toward mental health issues and the means of treating them is going to work to your detriment in ways you can't even imagine. Many, many a woman behind bars has BPD. It is very strongly tied to violent crimes and is so difficult to treat most jurisdictions don't care to risk it and just lock up and throw away the key. If you want a meltdown, go ahead. Keep minimizing your issues. I am sure a women's prison would be an excellent alternative to a inpatient mental clinic. Chances are good you would also be confined to the psych wing of said prison and that is a level of nightmare all its own. Keep going. You are well on your way. So your treatment was less than perfect and didn't meet your exacting expectations. No one is perfect. Not you, not your doctors, not the staff, not us here on these boards. NONE of us can be on point and above board 24/7/365. If the medication was at issue, you could have refused it and requested something different. You didn't have to have the name of that something different, but just quietly explain that the side effects were too rough for you and that you do want to comply with treatment, but wanted to try something else to see if you could gain results with fewer side effects. The rules are the rules and you have to follow them just like everyone else. They are there not just for your safety, but for the safety of others on the floor too. Someone could take your items and use them to hurt themselves, you, or others. Really this self absorbed world you are in is half the battle. It is the same issue that fuels your issues with being told when your ride arrived. They may have had someone bleeding out from attempting suicide, but they need to drop what they are doing and make sure you are notified the moment you could get the hell out of there because goodness knows you didn't belong there in the first place! Sometimes things just aren't about you. I think I'm done now. I sincerely hope you will begin to address your issues head on, with no excuses, drama, or bullshit. I really do wish you the best. We are all just doing the tough love we know it takes to reach you where you are right now. We all care. Don't ever think otherwise. lovingpet
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