When I was fifteen, my mind started playing tricks on me. I remember the day clearly. We were celebrating my birthday and for some reason, I “knew” that I was not really part of my family. I was actually the prince of an ancient alien civilization called Goran’s who once populated Mars but destroyed their planet. They had a written language and a spoken language as well. Now, being as I was this prince, I had special abilities. It’s because of these special abilities that I was recruited into a top secret government organization. While I was “going on missions” there was an enemy out to get me and they were called Raves (also alien). One day, the Raves found out about not only my involvement but also about my family. So I had to go on the run. Now, I didn’t really go on the run but my mind took an everyday situation like getting groceries and turned it into hunting for food as that would be all the food I would eat for the day. Of course my family couldn’t know about my involvement as that would put them in danger.So I put on fake face for as long as I could but my family knew. I was sent to therapists in which I lied…about everything. Because NOTHING was wrong with me, it was THEM that were wrong.
It all started when I was really young, with a knack for organizing my tea set and Easy Bake oven dishware. It was soon recognized that I developed Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, commonly known as OCD. The condition resulted from a traumatic event of abuse, and rapidly progressed into experiencing night terrors and slight insomnia. These are symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which I have managed to overcome. However, I eventually developed more habits, such as having to turn off all electronics, counting ceiling and floor tiles and red cars. I kept a “count book” as I used to call it, which was a diary of the objects I would keep count of and the total amount next to it.
I have has BP1 for over 30 years. It started right after, and even during my service connection. I had no idea what it was. It literally felt like I was dying. The meds do not work on me, I’ve tried them all. So ECT was the next option. I’m on my 3rd ECT round, in the past 15 years, and it really does help. BP1 is so complex, it needs to be treated as such. Just don’t be frightened off by the word “Electroshock”. It has gotten a bad wrap over the years, but its completely safe. So, if the meds aren’t working, your best bet would be ECT. Praying the best for my fellow sufferers.
Hello, I am a 46-year old woman who appears healthy and happy but am sick and very sad and lonely inside. My mother slapped, kicked, shoved and yelled at me during my early years and my extended family did not intervene out of fear of me being “taken away.” She was brutal due to her own un-diagnosed mental health and trauma issues. My biological father was not in the picture. I was given up for adoption for five days in Boston before my mother’s father told her he would help her financially. That never happened. My mother was an angry, bitter, self-absorbed alcoholic who NEVER should have been permitted to raise a child. As an adolescent, I attempted suicide four times with pill overdoses prior to age 22 and have made many reckless, sabotaging decisions in my life. At the same time, I found solace in school and received good grades and took out ridiculous amounts of student loans and have been a licensed social worker for 25 years. I have worked with and helped many abused and neglected youth who feel that no one else understands them.
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My Dad is still waiting on a Service Connected VA rating since Jul/Aug 2012.
My DAD is a 40% service connected VA rated Combat Veteran (2005-2006) of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
My Dad has been working for a large grocery chain. for Over 28 yrs.He has been back to work over 6 years since returning home. He has been demoted 2 times due to his injuries, He is not able to do the job he did before he went to Iraq. He was recently transferred to a new location because his new supervisor (of 3 months time) had a problem with my Dad confronting him on referring to my Dad as a PATHETIC CRIPPLE and being LAZY! My Dad has been at the previous location since 2008 with 2 different supervisor’s and 3 different store manager’s with NO PROBLEMS. My Dad is at the new location less than 3 weeks and my Dad is terminated for being a VERBAL/ Physical Threat to Customer’s,Management staff & Fellow employee’s! My Dad talked about a video game called Assassins Creed,” the ONLY weapons used are BLADE family and he gets in an out after killing the target with out getting caught.” My Dad also was overheard asking someone “I like to go to the shooting range after a bad day at work (in the winter), would you like to join me?” They are treating My Dad like He is going to SNAP from his PERCEIVED PTSD!!!
Now the Kroger co. wants ALL of My Dad’s MILITARY,VA and PRIVATE MEDICAL RECORDS!
Do you have any ideas how I can help My Dad deal with this HYPOCRITICAL company?
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