I’ve had anxiety all of my life, but I feel like I did it to myself in some aspects. When I was 16, I had my first incident when I tried to hurt myself physically by snapping the rubber band so hard against my wrist, hoping that it would take the pain away.
The only thing that probably stopped me was the fact that I didn’t want to seem “crazy” to the rest of my family because my brother was already “crazy” enough. He had conduct disorder, aspergers, ADD and ADHD. He was allowed to go off of medication after 12 years on it, and I am now on medication because I finally came out to my family after I have my first round of panic attacks landing myself in the hospital.
My name is Yvonne West and I am a 31 year old woman living in the city of Philadelphia. I have grown up around loved ones who suffer from mental illness. One person in my life that suffers from it is my younger brother Jason. He is 29 years old and suffers from Autism with severe developmental delay and mild schizophrenia.
My brother was diagnosed with Autism at four years old and later was found to have mild schizophrenia when he became a young adult, after he mentioned to psychologist that he heard voices telling him to do harmful things. He was violent towards many people including me and my parents. There were moments I remember hearing my mother tell me about parents of children on our block not wanting them to play with my brother because of how physically aggressive he was with them. I found some of those children would not come outside when my brother came running out with me. My mother told me about the time when my brother at the age of five or six got violent with me when I was only seven or eight years old causing one of my fingers to snap out of socket. I do not recall this incident happening but I am sure it hurt. She furthermore, explained that she spent a couple minutes getting my finger back in its socket and saw my brother not show any remorse and my father entered the house acting as if he never saw anything.
Hello. I was diagnosed with Autism in late Aug. 1984. Over the years I’ve had panic attacks, strong unipolar depression and generalized anxiety condition. I later developed Latent Autoimmune Diabetes of Adults in late August 2008.
I’ve wanted (on numerous occasions) to end my own suffering.
I was admitted to the psych ward seven times (Aug 2000-Dec 2013), four for the Genesis Medical Davenport, two at University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics and once at Covenant Medical Center in Waterloo.
I’ve suffered dearly, though I hope something becomes better for me during the upcoming years. I’m wanting work for Autism Society or similar groups of Autism related networks to help others with Autism.
I was diagnosed with bipolar 5 years ago, then borderline personality disorder recently. Like a lot of people, I have had a rough life and been to hell and back. I also have a 5 year old with Autism/ADHD. I was abused, sexually, physically and emotionally. Eight hospitalizations. I put my heart out to anyone with mental disorders or chemically dependency. It is a very rough ride.
I’m not sure my story will inspire anyone but I hope it will at least inspire my city’s officials to reach out to the the children with mental illness and their families.
I am a single mother with four boys, three of whom have mental illness and/or other disabilities, and my family and especially my children have been nothing but neglected, abused, ignored, accused, shunned, and treated as is invisible in my city.
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