CaliforniaDreamin
<font color=deeppink>DIS Veteran (and then some)<b
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- Jul 2, 2006
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Hi Guys, I have been a member of the Disboards for years. It goes back further than my status indicates. I changed my screen name a few years ago. I really go back to April 2005.
Anyway, I feel comfortable "talking" to you guys.
A little history on me: When I was 9 years old, my mom left. No letter, no warning. No phone call. I'm talking straight up abandonment. Me and my dad moved to the town where my grandparents lived. He needed their help watching me, while he was at work 2nd or 3rd shift. So I was living with them about 90% of the time. My grandparents were dry alcoholics. When they were alchoholic, they were so cruel to their children (my dad and his siblings) that it pretty much disrupted every one's life. Well, my dad assumed that since they no longer drank, they would be good to me. WRONG. They were just as mentally abusive to me as they were to their own kids. And my grandmother was an excellent manipulator. She used to blackmail me and scare me into telling my dad that there was no problem This mental abuse happened over a 4 year period, if not a little longer. I finally became old enough to stay at home alone....so life improved dramatically.
The rest of my teen years and early adulthood were happy for me. Around the age of 25 it hit me. Depression came out of no where. That was 11 years ago. My life has never been the same.
I have commited myself twice for evaluations. Last year, I tried to kill myself by OD'ing on pills. I spent 4 days in the critical care unit. And of course, they didn't send me home. I spent 5 days in the psychiatric ward. So that was hell.
I just couldn't take the pain anymore. When I got home, I couldn't leave the house. Couldn't sleep yet I was too tired to function. After about a month and some good counseling, I was able to return to work.
Well, about 2 weeks ago, I began to feel the same. I didn't want to kill myself, but I lost the will to live. I haven't been to work since last Wed. because I can't stand to leave my house.
My husband and my father want very little to do with me. My dad came by my house this morning and said "So, we aren't going to work today?". I told him I couldn't. He slammed the door, and spun gravel getting out of my driveway. My husband doesn't speak to me unless he HAS to. I'm lonely as hell. I have been trying so hard. I have a psychiatrist AND a psychologist that I have been seeing regularly, plus I am being good about taking my meds.
I have hit a brick wall with my family. They are tired of me, and frankly, so am I. My support system is non existant. I am not going to Thanksgiving with my in laws or my dad. I just want to sleep, because when you are asleep, you are in no pain.
Thanks for reading, I'm so hurt but I have no one to turn to. I dread each day. Things get worse and worse. I'm all alone and backed into a corner.
By the way, I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder and post traumatic stress syndrome. The only people who believe me are my drs. The psychiatrist said I was one of the most severe cases in the history of his practice. I just wish my family understood.
Anyway, I feel comfortable "talking" to you guys.
A little history on me: When I was 9 years old, my mom left. No letter, no warning. No phone call. I'm talking straight up abandonment. Me and my dad moved to the town where my grandparents lived. He needed their help watching me, while he was at work 2nd or 3rd shift. So I was living with them about 90% of the time. My grandparents were dry alcoholics. When they were alchoholic, they were so cruel to their children (my dad and his siblings) that it pretty much disrupted every one's life. Well, my dad assumed that since they no longer drank, they would be good to me. WRONG. They were just as mentally abusive to me as they were to their own kids. And my grandmother was an excellent manipulator. She used to blackmail me and scare me into telling my dad that there was no problem This mental abuse happened over a 4 year period, if not a little longer. I finally became old enough to stay at home alone....so life improved dramatically.
The rest of my teen years and early adulthood were happy for me. Around the age of 25 it hit me. Depression came out of no where. That was 11 years ago. My life has never been the same.
I have commited myself twice for evaluations. Last year, I tried to kill myself by OD'ing on pills. I spent 4 days in the critical care unit. And of course, they didn't send me home. I spent 5 days in the psychiatric ward. So that was hell.
I just couldn't take the pain anymore. When I got home, I couldn't leave the house. Couldn't sleep yet I was too tired to function. After about a month and some good counseling, I was able to return to work.
Well, about 2 weeks ago, I began to feel the same. I didn't want to kill myself, but I lost the will to live. I haven't been to work since last Wed. because I can't stand to leave my house.
My husband and my father want very little to do with me. My dad came by my house this morning and said "So, we aren't going to work today?". I told him I couldn't. He slammed the door, and spun gravel getting out of my driveway. My husband doesn't speak to me unless he HAS to. I'm lonely as hell. I have been trying so hard. I have a psychiatrist AND a psychologist that I have been seeing regularly, plus I am being good about taking my meds.
I have hit a brick wall with my family. They are tired of me, and frankly, so am I. My support system is non existant. I am not going to Thanksgiving with my in laws or my dad. I just want to sleep, because when you are asleep, you are in no pain.
Thanks for reading, I'm so hurt but I have no one to turn to. I dread each day. Things get worse and worse. I'm all alone and backed into a corner.
By the way, I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder and post traumatic stress syndrome. The only people who believe me are my drs. The psychiatrist said I was one of the most severe cases in the history of his practice. I just wish my family understood.