I am getting treatment for this and aim every day to rise above it. However, it comes out when my boyfriend, who says I am the one, are talking. He has a daughter. Wouldn’t a man be wary of exposing a child to this kind of thought process? One detail – his wife died 7 years ago because she did not talk about her problems and overdosed on prescription drugs. I appreciate your advice and comments! Thank you.
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Obsessive tendencies – why would a man stay w/ & love a woman who has an imbalance that makes her this way?
I am getting treatment for this and aim every day to rise above it. However, it comes out when my boyfriend, who says I am the one, are talking. He has a daughter. Wouldn’t a man be wary of exposing a child to this kind of thought process? One detail – his wife died 7 years ago because she did not talk about her problems and overdosed on prescription drugs. I appreciate your advice and comments! Thank you.
What’s with a$$holes these days??/?/?
I have generalized anxiety disorder. I also have emetophobia and depression. Each one of these things FUELS one or both of the other 2.
(use Google or Wikipedia if you don’t know what any of these are.)
So, the problem i am facing is, my fiance’s parents are giving him shit, telling him to ‘get rid of her(me)’ that all i am doing is using him and i am a lazy good for nothing.
The reality is, i panic, a lot. I can’t go to public places very often because of this. i literally can’t breathe and can’t stand up for very long. yes this is serious Yes i have been to a DR. They want to put me on xanax. a highly addictive narcotic.
I, of course, refused that treatment because i have personally known people that have taken Xanax either for a short period, or a long period of time and have had the following:
1.) Major life changes, not always for the better. Mostly personality. The drug seems to make them a completely different person. A lady i knew in my old neighborhood was on xanax for 15 years. before she got on xanax things were going alright (she had mild anxiety, couldn’t ride in a car and became agoraphobic.) till her husband interjected and asked her to go get help. years later, he ended up leaving her several times because “she just wasn’t the same person she used to be… i don’t now what happened (it was the drugs)” He later committed suicide. Some more years later, the same lady ran into financial problems, and was forced to come off her high-dose of xanax too quickly. she had a nervous breakdown and nearly died of heart problems in a rehabilitation facility. I was there at her home with her daughter the day she came home. She was a completely different person. there was a different look in her eyes. She was off the xanax. Her daughter even looked at me and said quietly “She doesn’t look ‘ok’…” The lady then started going off about how her daughter and i had let the house ‘go’ (as in, it was not clean according to her standards, which, it was actually worse before she left. in an effort to make her feel better and have a somewhat different environment when she got home from rehab, i helped her daughter clean up the house and re-arrange and re-decorate.) and cleaning things out of the refrigerator, just random things. yelling, cussing, so on…
I would have never imagined her to be like this, and i had never seen her like this before. it was scary. so i left there, moved away. (not because of her, just because i had to)
now, her daughter tells me frequently that her mother has changed so much. she hates everything and everyone and she doesn’t ever want to be left alone. She is scared to say it, but she almost wants her back on those terrible drugs.
2.) Xanax can kill you if you do not follow directions and abuse it, like 40% of the people who have the prescription for it.
3.) it obviously does not ‘cure’ what ever mental ailment is burdening you. it only masks it for a short while until your body becomes immune to it, causing your DR to raise the dosage….you can see where this is going.
you’re supposed to have therapy of some sort along with these medications to aid in ‘recovery’ That costs money and lots of it. I don’t blame them, i would want to get paid to hear people talk about their lives and help them find a way to solve their problems. The only real problem is the money. I can fight through claustrophobia and sit in a session with a therapist, but i can’t pay for it. Why?
I love to work. I love to help people. i love helping people find solutions to their problems and making them happy. it makes me feel great knowing i have helped someone.
but for 4 years now, i have helped no one. I cannot work around people. soon as someone talks to me, i start feeling it in my throat, my throat closes up and i can’t speak. my chest gets tight and my stomach starts to churn. then i feel immediately as if i will vomit.
how is that going to work at a customer service job? or any job for that matter? Constantly having to excuse myself from work because i am not sure if i am going to throw up or have diarrhea, or just not be able to breathe very well. I know there are jobs that don’t require much customer interaction, i just haven’t found it yet. I have also looked into working from home, which, that’s a complete joke. You can’t work from home unless you have money to start with.
Anyways. my fiance’s parents think i am faking this, and i am a complete joke between them all. (not my fiance)
my question for them is:
Why would i go out of my way to make mine and my future husbands life a miserable hell? (me not working = financial problems = hell.)
Why would i ‘fake’ something like this for 4 FUC KING YEARS, WASTE MY LIFE AND WASTE EVERYONE’S’ TIME.
there is help out there, i just haven’t found it.
any ideas yahoo answers?
sorry so long. If you didn’t read it, don’t reply please. thanks.
Why can’t his parents get it in their thick skulls damn it!?
I have generalized anxiety disorder. I also have emetophobia and depression. Each one of these things FUELS one or both of the other 2.
(use Google or Wikipedia if you don’t know what any of these are.)
So, the problem i am facing is, my fiance’s parents are giving him shit, telling him to ‘get rid of her(me)’ that all i am doing is using him and i am a lazy good for nothing.
The reality is, i panic, a lot. I can’t go to public places very often because of this. i literally can’t breathe and can’t stand up for very long. yes this is serious Yes i have been to a DR. They want to put me on xanax. a highly addictive narcotic.
I, of course, refused that treatment because i have personally known people that have taken Xanax either for a short period, or a long period of time and have had the following:
1.) Major life changes, not always for the better. Mostly personality. The drug seems to make them a completely different person. A lady i knew in my old neighborhood was on xanax for 15 years. before she got on xanax things were going alright (she had mild anxiety, couldn’t ride in a car and became agoraphobic.) till her husband interjected and asked her to go get help. years later, he ended up leaving her several times because “she just wasn’t the same person she used to be… i don’t now what happened (it was the drugs)” He later committed suicide. Some more years later, the same lady ran into financial problems, and was forced to come off her high-dose of xanax too quickly. she had a nervous breakdown and nearly died of heart problems in a rehabilitation facility. I was there at her home with her daughter the day she came home. She was a completely different person. there was a different look in her eyes. She was off the xanax. Her daughter even looked at me and said quietly “She doesn’t look ‘ok’…” The lady then started going off about how her daughter and i had let the house ‘go’ (as in, it was not clean according to her standards, which, it was actually worse before she left. in an effort to make her feel better and have a somewhat different environment when she got home from rehab, i helped her daughter clean up the house and re-arrange and re-decorate.) and cleaning things out of the refrigerator, just random things. yelling, cussing, so on…
I would have never imagined her to be like this, and i had never seen her like this before. it was scary. so i left there, moved away. (not because of her, just because i had to)
now, her daughter tells me frequently that her mother has changed so much. she hates everything and everyone and she doesn’t ever want to be left alone. She is scared to say it, but she almost wants her back on those terrible drugs.
2.) Xanax can kill you if you do not follow directions and abuse it, like 40% of the people who have the prescription for it.
3.) it obviously does not ‘cure’ what ever mental ailment is burdening you. it only masks it for a short while until your body becomes immune to it, causing your DR to raise the dosage….you can see where this is going.
you’re supposed to have therapy of some sort along with these medications to aid in ‘recovery’ That costs money and lots of it. I don’t blame them, i would want to get paid to hear people talk about their lives and help them find a way to solve their problems. The only real problem is the money. I can fight through claustrophobia and sit in a session with a therapist, but i can’t pay for it. Why?
I love to work. I love to help people. i love helping people find solutions to their problems and making them happy. it makes me feel great knowing i have helped someone.
but for 4 years now, i have helped no one. I cannot work around people. soon as someone talks to me, i start feeling it in my throat, my throat closes up and i can’t speak. my chest gets tight and my stomach starts to churn. then i feel immediately as if i will vomit.
how is that going to work at a customer service job? or any job for that matter? Constantly having to excuse myself from work because i am not sure if i am going to throw up or have diarrhea, or just not be able to breathe very well. I know there are jobs that don’t require much customer interaction, i just haven’t found it yet. I have also looked into working from home, which, that’s a complete joke. You can’t work from home unless you have money to start with.
Anyways. my fiance’s parents think i am faking this, and i am a complete joke between them all. (not my fiance)
my question for them is:
Why would i go out of my way to make mine and my future husbands life a miserable hell? (me not working = financial problems = hell.)
Why would i ‘fake’ something like this for 4 FUC KING YEARS, WASTE MY LIFE AND WASTE EVERYONE’S’ TIME.
there is help out there, i just haven’t found it.
any ideas yahoo answers?
sorry so long. If you didn’t read it, don’t reply please. thanks.
Also, i’d like to add that i have taken one xanax before. a .25 mg. the next 6 – 8 hours i felt as if i had no muscles and i was so tired i couldn’t see straight. I need to be able to work in order to pay all the medical bills i am about to endure. Hopefully the next time i go they will prescribe me something else. The last DR insisted on xanax and re-assured me that if i followed directions, nothing bad would happen, and if it did, to let her know.
however, that’s not the point. Xanax really, truly is a life altering drug. I don’t want to be healed if i am going to be a completely different person.
And yes, my fiance loves me, understands me and is here for me. He says he doesn’t care what they say but it gets him soooo mad. I think we will just move to canada. I’ll wait 3 more years (to be a citizen) and have it all taken care of free. WTG OBAMACARE!
Obsessive tendencies – why would a man stay w/ & love a woman who has an imbalance that makes her this way?
My thyroid was removed 20 yrs. ago; hence, something in my brain tends to hyperfocus on certain details. I am getting treatment for this and aim every day to rise above it. However, it comes out when my boyfriend, who says I am the one, are talking. He has a daughter. Wouldn’t a man be wary of exposing a child to this kind of thought process? One detail – his wife died 7 years ago because she did not talk about her problems and overdosed on prescription drugs. I appreciate your advice and comments! Thank you8.
Daughter’s drug addiction ?
My name is Tracey, I have a 21 year old daughter who is taking prescription pain pills I just don’t know what to do so I will try and tell you as much as I know. two months ago is when we learned that she had been snorting oxycontin so we thought we good help her on our own i looked on the internet on things to do to help with the withdraws did what we had to do she does not live at home so we did not give her anymore money I did by her cigarettes I took her to see a counselor at my school she just went a couple of times. I thought maybe she was doing better she was over at our house took money from her brother, so we new she was still using confronted her says she will stop well than yesterday I went to her apt her and her boyfriend had been fighting he had money come up missing and she is still doing drugs from what I have been able to get out of her she started doing pains pill and smoking pot at age 12 . Me and my husband did not raise her to be like this I know she is a good person we have raised are children is church we do not do drugs,smoke, or drink do not allow it in our home as a parent you think were did I go wrong ,,,,,, she was over to the house yesterday being confronted with everything that she has done I have told her she has to make a choice between her family and the drugs that I think she can not do this on her own, she needs treatment we live in southern Ohio very small town with limited resources, she says I don’t want to go anywhere I will not know anyone. I think part of her wants help the last I talked to her last night things were left up in the air I hung up on her told her she needs to make a decision on what she is going to do she does not have any insurance for treatment my husband is a construction worker. I go to school full time, plus I trying to help my sister out she was just diagnosed with cancer so I have been taking her to her treatments and trying to handle things as best I can but I feel like I’m almost at my breaking point. I think there is also more going on with her I think she is taking other pills to and maybe doing things to get the pills I don’t think she is using needles but I’m afraid if something is not done soon that will be the next thing she will try. Imy husbands family over the last two years there as been drug addition he has two sister’s & a brother who are now serving 5to8 years in prison due to drug trafficking and my daughter tells me that when she was 12 thats when it started was with them, so if you can help me and my family in anyway I would appreciate it. Tracey Smith
thanks for the advise I did email jeff VanVonderon from the show intervention he emailed me back waiting on him to call me back.
tracey
Daughter’s drug addiction ?
My name is Tracey, I have a 21 year old daughter who is taking prescription pain pills I just don’t know what to do so I will try and tell you as much as I know. two months ago is when we learned that she had been snorting oxycontin so we thought we good help her on our own i looked on the internet on things to do to help with the withdraws did what we had to do she does not live at home so we did not give her anymore money I did by her cigarettes I took her to see a counselor at my school she just went a couple of times. I thought maybe she was doing better she was over at our house took money from her brother, so we new she was still using confronted her says she will stop well than yesterday I went to her apt her and her boyfriend had been fighting he had money come up missing and she is still doing drugs from what I have been able to get out of her she started doing pains pill and smoking pot at age 12 . Me and my husband did not raise her to be like this I know she is a good person we have raised are children is church we do not do drugs,smoke, or drink do not allow it in our home as a parent you think were did I go wrong ,,,,,, she was over to the house yesterday being confronted with everything that she has done I have told her she has to make a choice between her family and the drugs that I think she can not do this on her own, she needs treatment we live in southern Ohio very small town with limited resources, she says I don’t want to go anywhere I will not know anyone. I think part of her wants help the last I talked to her last night things were left up in the air I hung up on her told her she needs to make a decision on what she is going to do she does not have any insurance for treatment my husband is a construction worker. I go to school full time, plus I trying to help my sister out she was just diagnosed with cancer so I have been taking her to her treatments and trying to handle things as best I can but I feel like I’m almost at my breaking point. I think there is also more going on with her I think she is taking other pills to and maybe doing things to get the pills I don’t think she is using needles but I’m afraid if something is not done soon that will be the next thing she will try. Imy husbands family over the last two years there as been drug addition he has two sister’s & a brother who are now serving 5to8 years in prison due to drug trafficking and my daughter tells me that when she was 12 thats when it started was with them, so if you can help me and my family in anyway I would appreciate it. Tracey Smith
thanks for the advise I did email jeff VanVonderon from the show intervention he emailed me back waiting on him to call me back.
tracey
Obsessive tendencies – why would a man stay w/ & love a woman who has an imbalance that makes her this way?
I am getting treatment for this and aim every day to rise above it. However, it comes out when my boyfriend, who says I am the one, are talking. He has a daughter. Wouldn’t a man be wary of exposing a child to this kind of thought process? One detail – his wife died 7 years ago because she did not talk about her problems and overdosed on prescription drugs. I appreciate your advice and comments! Thank you.
Could you at least read the first paragraph of my story? Give your opinion! Thanks!?
She sat across from me in the blank room, starring at the blank wall with fright in her eyes. Her mom was holding back tears that were trying to spring from her eyes. I sat calmly, but on the inside I felt like there was no hope left. My daughter was going to die.
“Well Mr. Flynn, we will treat her with chemotherapy, but that will only delay…you know,” Dr. Meeker carefully said hoping the teenager wouldn’t catch onto what he was saying. “Would you still care to even bothe….”
“Oh yes,” my wife interrupted, “we do care to bother.”
“Okay then, I will prescribe the drugs she has to take while going through chemotherapy. Just to advise you, it would be a good idea to gain hefty weight before her first appointment for chemotherapy. While she’s going through her treatments, she will be losing large amounts of weight.”
“Thanks for the advice. I will do more than my best to watch over her eating habits, but do you know how hard it will be to tell a teenage girl to gain weight?”
Mr. Meeker slowly turned to the little girl I once knew as a cheery, happy, healthy child, now fighting for not her life, but time. She walked into the hospital with rosy cheeks and a smile on her face thinking she was just having a bad headache …well those rosy cheeks turned a shade of ghostly white, that smile faded into a look a sadness, and that “headache” turned out to be a tumor in her brain. Mr. Meeker starred at her. He swayed over to her and gingerly put his freezing, cold, left hand on her pale skinned knee. Mr. Meeker then walked back to his computer and finished up some paperwork and prescriptions.
“Now that I have finished the paperwork do you have any questions?” asked the doctor. He was tapping his pen to the beat replaying in his head. He hope that one specific question wouldn’t be asked.
My wife and I shook our head still in awe, but suddenly the ghostly face looked up and murmured something. The sound of her voice was scarce. No one could understand what she was saying.
“What was that Abigail?” the doctor asked. He was edging toward the tip of his chair hoping she wouldn’t ask him the question he was avoiding.
She held her breath. There was no sound in the room and everyone was anticipating what Abigail was about to ask. The teary, serene face looked up at Mr. Meeker with a tint of curiosity in her eyes. “…if I’m going to die,” Abigail stammered, “…how much time do I have left?” Her lip began to quiver ever so slightly.
Mr. Meeker’s face turned a shade of white. This was the question he had been avoiding. He stopped tapping his pen and the room was in pure silence.“I was getting to that point next,” the doctor said ever so slowly. “You see a new invention called the Ticking Clock, a machine that is so rare that no other people in the world know of such an invention, is available here in this hospital. It is locked up on the third floor. The Ticking Clock tells you how much time you have left before you die. For this situation, we are allowed to have access to it, but there are drawbacks to knowing when you are going to die. Your days will seem shorter and you’ll know time is running out. Your worst fear will be when the clock strikes twelve at midnight and you know a new day has come. For your own sake I recommend you do not use this machine and just live your life like you normally do.”
I know I still have some editing and adding on to do…but could you give your overall opinion of the plot? Thanks again!
Thanks everyone for your opinion…I am only 14 so I am still in the learning process…my idea is that the Ticking Clock will tell Abigail how much time she has left to live…through the events after she will live her life to the fullest…when it is a few moments before Abigail dies she state something that will get the themes further across to the reader…the themes are: to live life to its fullest, live everyday like it’s your last, time flies by
What’s with a$$holes these days??/?/?
I have generalized anxiety disorder. I also have emetophobia and depression. Each one of these things FUELS one or both of the other 2.
(use Google or Wikipedia if you don’t know what any of these are.)
So, the problem i am facing is, my fiance’s parents are giving him shit, telling him to ‘get rid of her(me)’ that all i am doing is using him and i am a lazy good for nothing.
The reality is, i panic, a lot. I can’t go to public places very often because of this. i literally can’t breathe and can’t stand up for very long. yes this is serious Yes i have been to a DR. They want to put me on xanax. a highly addictive narcotic.
I, of course, refused that treatment because i have personally known people that have taken Xanax either for a short period, or a long period of time and have had the following:
1.) Major life changes, not always for the better. Mostly personality. The drug seems to make them a completely different person. A lady i knew in my old neighborhood was on xanax for 15 years. before she got on xanax things were going alright (she had mild anxiety, couldn’t ride in a car and became agoraphobic.) till her husband interjected and asked her to go get help. years later, he ended up leaving her several times because “she just wasn’t the same person she used to be… i don’t now what happened (it was the drugs)” He later committed suicide. Some more years later, the same lady ran into financial problems, and was forced to come off her high-dose of xanax too quickly. she had a nervous breakdown and nearly died of heart problems in a rehabilitation facility. I was there at her home with her daughter the day she came home. She was a completely different person. there was a different look in her eyes. She was off the xanax. Her daughter even looked at me and said quietly “She doesn’t look ‘ok’…” The lady then started going off about how her daughter and i had let the house ‘go’ (as in, it was not clean according to her standards, which, it was actually worse before she left. in an effort to make her feel better and have a somewhat different environment when she got home from rehab, i helped her daughter clean up the house and re-arrange and re-decorate.) and cleaning things out of the refrigerator, just random things. yelling, cussing, so on…
I would have never imagined her to be like this, and i had never seen her like this before. it was scary. so i left there, moved away. (not because of her, just because i had to)
now, her daughter tells me frequently that her mother has changed so much. she hates everything and everyone and she doesn’t ever want to be left alone. She is scared to say it, but she almost wants her back on those terrible drugs.
2.) Xanax can kill you if you do not follow directions and abuse it, like 40% of the people who have the prescription for it.
3.) it obviously does not ‘cure’ what ever mental ailment is burdening you. it only masks it for a short while until your body becomes immune to it, causing your DR to raise the dosage….you can see where this is going.
you’re supposed to have therapy of some sort along with these medications to aid in ‘recovery’ That costs money and lots of it. I don’t blame them, i would want to get paid to hear people talk about their lives and help them find a way to solve their problems. The only real problem is the money. I can fight through claustrophobia and sit in a session with a therapist, but i can’t pay for it. Why?
I love to work. I love to help people. i love helping people find solutions to their problems and making them happy. it makes me feel great knowing i have helped someone.
but for 4 years now, i have helped no one. I cannot work around people. soon as someone talks to me, i start feeling it in my throat, my throat closes up and i can’t speak. my chest gets tight and my stomach starts to churn. then i feel immediately as if i will vomit.
how is that going to work at a customer service job? or any job for that matter? Constantly having to excuse myself from work because i am not sure if i am going to throw up or have diarrhea, or just not be able to breathe very well. I know there are jobs that don’t require much customer interaction, i just haven’t found it yet. I have also looked into working from home, which, that’s a complete joke. You can’t work from home unless you have money to start with.
Anyways. my fiance’s parents think i am faking this, and i am a complete joke between them all. (not my fiance)
my question for them is:
Why would i go out of my way to make mine and my future husbands life a miserable hell? (me not working = financial problems = hell.)
Why would i ‘fake’ something like this for 4 FUC KING YEARS, WASTE MY LIFE AND WASTE EVERYONE’S’ TIME.
there is help out there, i just haven’t found it.
any ideas yahoo answers?
sorry so long. If you didn’t read it, don’t reply please. thanks.