tiggerspoohbear
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I've suffered from depression since the age of 6, yes, 6 yrs old. My dad was the one who got up in the middle of the night with me when I'd have severe anxiety attacks, couldn't breathe and had my head stuck out my bedroom window in -30 degree weather. He cried for me as he didn't know what to do. My mom for over 35 yrs told me I just had to pull myself up by my bootstraps. And I was taking too much time off work and I'd get fired. Never happened. It took until about 10 yrs ago to be properly diagnosed with clinical depression, GAD, SAD, Borderline Personality Disorder and assorted "other" goodies. Yet my mom still said it was all in my head. My dad was my support system and there was nothing he didn't try to get me help. I now have to fight provincial bureaucracy, medical numbnuts and people in general. Even friends I've had to drop because they're disgusted that I can't work. My everyday aches and pains are real, not imagined. The gawd-awful migraines I've suffered from for years took years to diagnose. I was told it was all in my head. Well, yeah, DUH, it is. And still I can't get a doc to prescribe a medication that will help me through one. So I'm left with ice packs, dark rooms and extra-strength Advil, doesn't work all that well. I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired everyday. It seriously affects my life. Nothing gets done, I've become a hermit, I don't go out unless I have to and even that's no guarantee that I'll get my groceries done when they need to be, that my car will get fixed when it needs to be. So to me, the hell with people who think I'm faking. O HELL NO. I don't have time for them. I'm too busy with "it's all in my head" to bother even trying to explain how I feel and feeling like a failure because others don't and won't understand. My 16 yr niece was supposed to go on a school trip to Europe over the March break. A week before she started to get a seriously upset stomach, couldn't keep anything down. Then the nerves started, and the anxiety. My sister, smart mom that she is, took her to their GP right away. Turns out my niece was in such a panic about going away for the first time without parental unit who'd looked after passport, money. Then there was the fact that there were 44 students going with 5 adults and they'd be staying 4 to a room. My sister had been smart and taken out cancellation insurance. Doc presribed a mild sedative which my niece hated, made her woozy, sis said forget it then don't take them, niece was re-assured, ended up not going. Now she's back to being herself. No biggie on the missed trip.
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