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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 31 2015, 02:28:10 AM (2,882 Views) | |
| WhiteThinDuke | Dec 31 2015, 02:28:10 AM Post #1 |
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From my few months here, I've seen people admit they suffer from some type of mental health problem, however until recently there hasn't really been a place to discuss it in full. Mental health shouldn't be seen as something forbidden and secret. it shouldn't carry a negative stigma. It should be embraced and tackled head on, open discussion is the beginning of defeating the issue. Edited by WhiteThinDuke, May 18 2016, 05:29:24 PM.
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| Infiltrator | Dec 31 2015, 03:35:40 AM Post #2 |
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I agree. I think it's important to have a topic like this where people can talk about these things without feeling like they're being judged. Personally I suffer from anxiety disorder, panic attacks, and depression. I was also diagnosed with having mild BPD. I'm also on medication for anxiety, which in my experience hasn't helped too much. Not sure how it was for others though. |
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| Black Cat | Dec 31 2015, 04:22:42 AM Post #3 |
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I can definitely relate with anyone who suffers from depression or anxiety. These are both things I struggle with daily, and I take medication for both. I felt like I was losing my mind for a while, but then I started seeing my therapist and she's really helped me a lot. She's helped me figure out a lot of things, mainly that I have PTSD from a car accident I was in in February 2014. I try to be as supportive as I can with any of my friends who suffer from these things, because I know how it feels. Being there for someone and being able to talk to them about it helps a lot. There's nothing wrong with talking to someone, and even though we're not all trained psychologists, it's nice to just talk and get it out sometimes. I think this is a good thread, and I think everyone should feel free to just talk about these things because there's nothing wrong with dealing with mental disorders, quite a lot of people suffer from these kinds of things. Anyway, I'm here for anyone who wants to talk. :3 |
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| TheGrizzlyZio | Dec 31 2015, 11:41:33 AM Post #4 |
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This is the best visual representation I have ever found on the net of my imaginary acquaintance named Bill. Bill is an asshole. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome. I had always been an awkward child, never making friends easily, always saying inappropriate things, always getting in trouble. I hadn't really caught the attention of professionals until I started acting out in a violent nature. I went to therapy, they wanted to put me on medication. My Father, however, insisted that only he really knew how to fix me and ended up refusing treatment. Growing up in a town of 1500, my Father didn't know any better. Life was hard, I felt as if everyone had been given some set of special instructions on what to say and how to act. School went on, I socialized very little, or rather I successfully socialized very little. Fight after fight erupted in and outside of school, everyone wanted to pick on the weird kid. I never started fights, plenty of guys did that for me. After school, I started working to help pay off the significant amount of debt my Father had amassed just from trying to keep us afloat. Even with all the loans he took, I still had to steal food growing up. My first job was a car wash, I quit. Then a supermarket, I quit. Then a dry ice plant, I got laid off. Then I ended up as an assistant operator of a plastics plant. We made trash bags, cups, bottles, et cetera. It was there that strange things started happening. I saw a screwdriver on a machine in the corner of my eye, I turned to look at it, but it wasn't there. I started seeing the hands of clocks move out of place, and geometric shapes glidind across the walls. That went on for quite some time, but they were slowly becoming more frequent. I started to hear infants crying among the loud whirring of the machines, I started to smell food and the perfume of a girl used to know in the air at random times. One day, I heard urgent shouting from across the plant. A few of my coworkers had rushed over to the extruder(a machine that consisted of a large pressurized metal tube of plastic that slowly pushed the molten plastic out of a very small and thin circle), they were examining it, confused. The extruder had stopped pushing out plastic. It then exploded. In an instant they were coated in thick, molten plastic. Mario, Armando, Jose. They were covered, they were still, there was no sound after the cacophonous explosion. I quit that job, too. I quit in favor of a less dangerous career. I started working with dogs at a pet hotel, essentially, I played with dogs and pet cats all day. Though it would seem I couldn't run from my problems there either. I started seeing my old coworkers, Mario, Armando, and Jose. I became unstable, I was under the impression thay the store manager was trying to screw me over someway. One day, I started hearing voices, they told me that I was going to die and that I'll be put into a box where all I could see was a beam of light coming from the ceiling. The voices grew louder and hostile. I couldn't handle it, I just screamed. I was in the playroom, the room of glass... ...where all the customers saw me. Needless to say, I was swiftly fired. A short while after that, a saw two animations from a man named David Firth, "A Black And White Cartoon About Roof Tiling" and "A Black And White Cartoon About Berries". These animations moved me deeply, they showed me a future that I wanted no part of, so I sought help for my mental quirks. I took a six month hiatus from work, but I was still stressed from the bad relationship I was in. It was in this hiatus that I first saw Bill. He was standing off in the distance, still and staring with his white eyes and mouth agape. I saw a doctor that came recommended by my wife's boss. I told him my symptoms and he put me on a very small dose of Haldol. My condition worsened, Bill was getting closer when he appeared, even standing in my doorway while I laid in bed. My wife had lost patience with my unemployment and and mental illness and pressured me to get a job. I found employment at a metal recycling facility, but the heat, the stress, the hostile and discriminating work environment wore me down. One day was especially bad, I was experiencing an intense delusion where I believed that my coworkers weee reading my mind and laughing at me. I picked up a hammer and threatened to kill a coworker I had a particular dislike for, but my friend Jacob managed to calm me down. Surprisingly, I wasnt fired. After seven visits to my doctor, I was close to committing violence against him. I felt that he was toying with, simply experimenting to see how much money he could squeeze out of me without actually helping me. Instead of hurting him, I just found another doctor. By this time I had taken up the hobby of going to the park at night and crying. Doctor Main, a young and concerned docter, he put me on new medication and pointed me in the direction of an experimental injectable medication. He helped me a lot, as well as officially diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia. I no longer randomly have paranoid delusions. I still hallucinate several times a week, but I have learned to live with it. I rarely hear voices and occasionally smell random and out of place scents. I quit the recycling facility in exchange for a good job assembling oil rig pipes and welding machines, but was eventually laid off. Then, something unfortunate happened. I got a new job at a steel girder manufacturer, and it was exceptionally stressful. Because of the stress I experienced intense hallucinations, I heard voices telling me to do horrible things to certain coworkers that had been picking on me. Instead of hurting anyone, I asked to go home. But, it happened again. And again, I asked to go home. I got fired for having to leave work so often. I am now an unemployed autistic paranoid schizophrenic being supported by my Father. I live a stress free life which has enabled me to not have any more delusions or harmful thoughts. I have devoted myself to peace and pacifism. I have become much more friendly and lighthearted, especially since my divorce. I just hope I don't break down, again. |
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| Jassassino | Dec 31 2015, 11:51:40 AM Post #5 |
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Super glad this chat was made. Where I suffer from anxiety, it's nice to know there are others here too who I can talk to about it. |
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| TheGrizzlyZio | Dec 31 2015, 12:14:38 PM Post #6 |
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Even with all the shite that I deal with, I still view depression as significantly worse in some ways. People with depression that still get out of bed, those are some brave souls. |
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| Infiltrator | Dec 31 2015, 12:28:02 PM Post #7 |
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That's interesting, I've never hallucinated or have had delusions, but I feel like I would never be able to handle myself if I did. Worst I've had are intrusive thoughts and extreme paranoia about going crazy, those got me suicidal so I checked into a hospital and they put me in their psych ward for a week. They convinced me that I was not losing my mind. There are lots of times I don't want to get out of bed in the morning, and from here I think people dealing with schizophrenia are brave souls. |
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| TheGrizzlyZio | Dec 31 2015, 12:39:21 PM Post #8 |
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Yes, I see what you mean. I just talk to people with depression ane I just feel so powerless to help. I still try to help. Encouragement, distractions, comedy, just plain oddity. Not much seems to help in the long run, though. I fear that someday I'll end up depressed. I've never been depressed, so the thought is scary. |
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| The Baneposter | Dec 31 2015, 12:40:53 PM Post #9 |
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Would you guys consider intense procrastination a mental disease? |
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| TheGrizzlyZio | Dec 31 2015, 12:48:46 PM Post #10 |
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I didn't find any results concerning procrastination as a mental illness, but I did find something that may help you. Give it a shot. http://time.com/2901775/how-to-conquer-procrastination/ |
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| The Baneposter | Dec 31 2015, 12:51:20 PM Post #11 |
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Personally I feel this article is the best depiction of procrastination out there. Anyone who's ever had a problem with procrastination can relate. |
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| TheGrizzlyZio | Dec 31 2015, 01:12:59 PM Post #12 |
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That was a nice and lighthearted read, both part one and two! I'm not much of a procrastinator, so I can't really relate. |
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| WhiteThinDuke | Dec 31 2015, 03:17:29 PM Post #13 |
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Edited by WhiteThinDuke, May 18 2016, 05:30:44 PM.
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| CIA | Jan 1 2016, 03:53:57 AM Post #14 |
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| Infiltrator | Jan 1 2016, 04:29:36 AM Post #15 |
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^It's okay man, here's my collection:
True, intrusive thoughts are pretty frightening, although my psychiatrist told me that don't have any meaning attached to them. I'd argue they're as frightening as hallucinations since you're thinking things that you never would. It's kind of like scary what if suggestions. You start to wonder why these thoughts are in your head since they don't belong to you. Almost like another voice in there saying things to you. Edited by Infiltrator, Jan 8 2016, 06:52:43 AM.
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| The Baneposter | Jan 13 2016, 12:20:10 PM Post #16 |
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Intrusive thoughts are the fucking WORST. Especially when you start obsessing over said thoughts and think there is something wrong with you for having them pop up in your brain. Brain's an asshole. |
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| catsmilk | Jan 15 2016, 04:39:39 PM Post #17 |
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I used to have really bad depression and anxiety issues. Regularly having panic attacks, dropped out of university twice, had a few years after high school where I felt useless and was kind of going nowhere. I was on medication for both issues for a while and started seeing a therapist but nothing seemed to be helping. I actually found the numb emotions I was experiencing from the drugs to make me feel worse off and I ended up quitting them cold turkey without consulting a doctor, which is a very stupid and irresponsible thing for me to do. I don't know where or when I started getting better, but it was almost like one morning I woke up and decided to just start facing these issues head on and not letting my erratic emotions dictate the direction my life was headed. My main anxiety is from social interactions, so I started forcing myself to tackle social situations I used to avoid. I had a few panic attacks along the way but eventually those situations stopped having such an edge to them. The more I faced the things that caused my anxiety the less and less they made me anxious. I still have some mild problems with anxiety and depression but they're nowhere near as bad as they were in high school or early university when it was at its worst. I still have some depressive episodes here and there, and some years are worse than others, but it's really working for me so far. I have to say how big of a help physical exercise has been to my overall mental wellness. Whenever I feel like shit beating myself up on the treadmill or weight bench always makes me feel a million times better. Dan Rycker from Giant Bomb actually had a book published last year called Anxiety as an Ally: How I Turned a Worried Mind into My Best Friend where he describes overcoming anxiety in a similar way that I did. Afraid of heights? Jump out of an airplane. It doesn't change the world or anything, but I thought it was a good read coming from someone with a similar experience as my own. |
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| NateDog | Feb 12 2016, 12:17:41 AM Post #18 |
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I didn't even see this thread, not sure why it hasn't taken off. Been feeling a bit off today. Been the first day since losing my job that the fact that I've lost it has hit me since I had been doing work for the liquidators in the meantime. I had only been there 9 months, funnily enough I made a thread here about it when I started about how much I hated it. I never loved it but the people I worked with made it great, and fun, despite the issues we'd deal with in the job. Had a few rough days with my girlfriend too. Someone that she thought was a good friend in college told her he had started developing feelings for her recently, and began pushing it again and again on her. She wanted to deal with it herself but she didn't really get how annoyed me not being able to do anything was for me. She did deal with it, but he's still pushing it a lot and being an asshole to her (she says she dealt with the extra shit he tried to pull today). I went out of my way to pick her up today and he ran off as fast as possible when he saw me. It has been upsetting her which in turn does it to me and etc. It's her birthday next week and I'm taking her to Scotland for it (difficult to afford now but it was partly paid so I kind of had to go through with it especially as I had already told her about it. Today she met with the family of a friend she had to leave like 10 years ago as a kid and got back in contact with her, found out she's working in a hospice and going to China for volunteering this summer and she's like 3 years younger than me and so far ahead of me. I start to think very rarely I'm getting on track but I'm so damn far behind everyone. Turning 25 this year and I have only 14 months experience and only in retail. I need to move out soon into a place with my girlfriend so we can get our peace and life together but I always wonder how and when. |
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| jc55 | Mar 28 2016, 10:51:31 PM Post #19 |
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Thankfully I don't suffer any really debilitating anxiety but as I'm getting older I seem to becoming more aware of it and more generally my day-to-day state-of-mind. Some of the stories so far do give me some reassurance as it's good to know I'm not completely alone. Getting older has made me more open-minded in so far as self-help is concerned; YouTube channels such as this have brought me some comfort in the past. I'd have dismissed this as hippy hogwash not too long ago (along with most things I'd say), but maybe it's self-realisation or whatever, and I'm now at the point where I feel there's plenty a remedy in knowing there's other people at the table and not just who's got the best hand.
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| Lightning | Apr 7 2016, 04:34:00 AM Post #20 |
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Slight bump, but for anyone that suffers from anxiety or overwhelming of being nervous... what do you do? |
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