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|Oct 23rd, 2007 03:19 PM|
|MLE||I encourage everyone to stop telling GW to shut up because it's obviously not happening. Stop arguing for the sake of arguing and make a thread if it's really getting to you THAT BADLY.|
|Oct 23rd, 2007 01:09 AM|
|Zomboid||I encourage you not to post so many fucking times in each thread.|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 11:58 PM|
|Guitar Woman||I encourage Zomboid to not get so offended that he won't read a thread when I casually answer questions posed by other forum members|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 05:07 PM|
|Perndog||Has kahljorn earned a place on the diagnosed crazy list? If not, he should hurry up and check in to get it over with.|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 03:43 AM|
|Zomboid||After gw said something about being institutionalized I just stopped reading the posts. Apparently a lot of ya are pretty messed up though and that makes my insomnia and bit of depression seem much smaller by comparison. Thanks|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 03:36 AM|
|MLE||If you read my first post on the subject a little higher up, I think you'll see I've had enough experience on the subject already.|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 03:34 AM|
|Zomboid||lol crazy people. Take average strength anti-depressants like the rest of us and save yourself the embarrassment :O|
|Oct 22nd, 2007 03:27 AM|
Trazadone was for the insomnia, and as long as it's not old pills, it knocks me right the fuck out.
Also, I forgot to mention that after the false molestation diagnosis, I was actually molested and near-raped by my next boyfriend and left emotionally scarred that still affects me to this day, hence the 2 1/2 year engagement time with Eric. Eric's wonderful and all, it's just that I'm still insecure with myself, so I'm inherently insecure about any friendship or relationship.
And Ygg? I'm scared shitless of Lithium/Valium because of what happened to my one friend. He has no emotion or dreams left.
|Oct 22nd, 2007 12:39 AM|
The first thing they do is pump you full of meds. MLE you might want to try Lithium so far it seems to be working ok for me.
edit: also none of those meds worked for me too. I ended up taking a whole bottle of trazadone
|Oct 21st, 2007 11:29 PM|
|Emu||It is, but that technique, unfortunately, does work a lot more often than psychoanalysis. :<|
|Oct 21st, 2007 11:24 PM|
|DeadKennedys||It seems just as common to shove drugs down someone's throat rather than talking to them empathetically, and looking for a solution other than "they were raped."|
|Oct 21st, 2007 11:04 PM|
That's actually a disconcertingly common thing to happen with psychiatrists, especially when their patients are young women. It was kind of a fad in the 90's to chalk everything up to rape or molestation and use bullshit techniques like "regression" therapy and hypnosis to conjure up lost or intentionally forgotten memories that millions of young American adults were supposedly suppressing. My guess is that because treating rape cases can't be quickly solved or treated using medication and requires years worth of Freudian psychoanalysis (or so the theory goes.) So, if the psychiatrist could convince you you were raped, he could stand to have you in $50-$100 therapy sessions for a good hunk of your adult life. And there's a certain notoriety that goes along with becoming known for treating rape victims. You and your parents made the right decision. :o
|Oct 21st, 2007 10:49 PM|
|Oct 21st, 2007 10:42 PM|
Okay, since I've never really told y'all (and I'm only going to go through typing it all out once)
10th grade, one of my previously very close friends killed herself. I was told the day after Christmas, and since her father was Jewish, she had to be buried within something like 3 days, so I was unable to attend. The year afterward (11th), I had a huge mental breakdown along with what the school considered to be a conspiracy in my circle of friends, so I was sent to Taylor Manor, another friend went to Sheppard Pratt, and yet another went to Johns Hopkins. My friend that went to Sheppard got off pretty easy. My friend that was sent to Johns Hopkins is pretty much a vegetable now due to over-medication with Valium among other meds. I was mis-diagnosed with major depression, seasonal affective disorder, and was put on Prozac immediately. Prozac made me worse, but I did what I could to get out of that place, so I pretended to be better. I stopped taking it while telling them I still was to escape it. I was also packed off to several psychiatrists, one of which decided to inform my parents (during the initial visit and in front of me) that he was certain I was raped or molested as a child. Thankfully my parents saw that as tactless and uncalled for and went to the rest.
It wasn't until later on after years of therapy that I was officially re-diagnosed correctly with bipolar type 2, severe seasonal affective disorder, adhd, a sleeping disorder, and an un-named eating/mood disorder. After trying Prozac, Wellbutrin, Strattera, Zoloft, Nortryptalin, Seroquel, Trazadone, and I'm sure a few others, I still have found no medication to help. Growing older has done nothing to even out my chemicals in my brain, but Eric's been the only person I've dated to really deal with me in any productive manner, even if I tell him he's no help at all. Honestly, he helps a lot, and understands me better than any other boyfriend in the past. I'm still looking for medication to help with all this, but after all the prior failure with meds, I'm not very optimistic.
|Oct 21st, 2007 12:41 PM|
|Oct 20th, 2007 11:41 PM|
|Oct 20th, 2007 07:57 PM|
Did I mention the staff at the Idaho place were all a bunch of borderline-retarded fatasses on power trips? Except the teachers for the school portion of it, they were great.
Also, I am requesting an epic saga on why Emily was sent to the loony bin
|Oct 20th, 2007 07:50 PM|
|Yggdrasill||Idaho is full of crazy fucking people. Someone needs to destroy this state for the good of our nation.|
|Oct 20th, 2007 05:17 PM|
Because he was being a giant fucking dickhole?
Every single staff at that place loved playing idiotic mind games with the kids there, and after like 3 weeks I wouldn't have it anymore.
Then I went to the place in Idaho where I met all sorts of lovable characters, including the hyperactive little black kid we all called "radio" and some 13 year old fatty who I swear to god could have been Juttin's brother. :<
|Oct 20th, 2007 05:09 PM|
|Oct 20th, 2007 04:57 PM|
Yes! I was there because my parents sent me to a wilderness program in the Oregon desert and I beat up a staff member with a Nalgene.
Which is a really really hard water bottle.
|Oct 20th, 2007 04:55 PM|
|Emu||oh is THAT where you were?|
|Oct 20th, 2007 01:55 PM|
|Oct 20th, 2007 04:11 AM|
|Yggdrasill||Welll when I get paid of course.|
|Oct 20th, 2007 12:58 AM|
But everything I want is expensive :<
The second one a little less so i guess!
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