I wanted a place where we could get advice and support.
Oh no, I was on about the risk I was saying you can do it!
You're right about being hopeful, I suppose your therapist is just trying to keep you safe. But it's like in that well-known inspirational film, The Halls of Montezuma (WWII, the US Marines invade a Japanese isalnd), "Hope is the mother of mankind". Cheesey but true!
This is one of the many issues I have with diagnosis, where (and tell me if I'm wrong) the professionals seem more interested in it than you are. You just seem to want suffer less. As for skiving off...skiving is bad but if the meeting is going to cause you're stress you have to look after yourself. Also, they can't detain for not going to a meeting. I'm sure they can't.
Like SOLB says, tough is still tough Frodo.
They're not bad faints? *gives you a playful punch on the shoulder* They're still faints and you need to look after yourself! I get you need to exercise but fainting is not good for you. So take it easy but at the same time, keep doing what helps! I don't know what I mean anymore. I'm going to have to go to bed, night y'all.
Hiding? Hmm. As long as you are actually ok SOLB.
The crisis team probably don't own a battering ram, they'd have to borrow one from the police!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're telling me that being too scared to see people in your home has some impact on your desire to go outside, where there are lots of people, and go to a hospital? You have literally (not literally, metaphorically) blown my mind!
Sometimes I really despair at the thoughtlessness of some people. So have you get a plan to get your meds?
I have to open the door as people can see me working in the window, fortunately I'm so unfriendly though don't stop long.
As the people who talk to me or have to read what rubbish I write know, I rarely use my brain.
Not the postman, there was some guy yesterday collecting money for dogs and cats. The poor guy...why do the good die so young???
That sounds like a good plan.
I'll do some hugs, but mainly to help me feel better (((((((SOLB)))))) (((((Ben-o)))))) ((((((Frodo))))))))))
(please note, number of brackets used does not indicate size of hug, merely the users inability to count the number of times she is pressing).
SOLB, I know it must be frustrating and scary, but your therapist's first responsibility is to keeping you safe from harm. That is harm to yourself as well as from other people. I had to be mentally strong enough before mine would go into certain parts of my brain (as I call it) and there are still lots of places we don't go if I am vulnerable for what ever reason.
I have days where I don't open the door. My mum has a key tho, and isn't afraid to use it. She makes me talk to her (often it is complete drivel, like the stuff I post on here). I think our fear to go outside or open the door often comes when we want to hide ourselves away. It's not necessarily the outside that is the problem - it symbolises our willingness/need to communicate and link in with other people.
Is there any other way you can get your meds? Can someone else collect them for you if you explain the situation to the hospital?
Ben-o, we had a doorstep salesman who was trying to sell us something I was actually reasonably interested in. Only problem - he wanted first of all to talk to my parents (despite me having my son sat on my hip), then wouldn't book an appointment for a consultation unless my husband/the homeowner was present. The house is jointly in our names, and OH works away a lot. That guy went home with more than a flea in his ear (I sneakily picked some of the neghbour stray for this kind of situation) and I made a follow-up call to his boss. Oh, and gave him a freshly baked chocolate brownie just to make him feel REALLY bad.
By Eck, you had a go at some seemingly sexist salesman and gave him a chocolate brownie? I'll be honest, for a brownie I'd take that. But I LOVE brownies.
You never know SOLB, if you can sell me on the your own welfare/health and that people need to eat and you'll bake me the occasional cake/brownie then I'd probably go for that. Especially if you said you couldn't cook pizza, that'd be upsetting.
Your creepy neighbour? Does he have a moustache? That's a sure sign of creepiness,
I am tired to be honest, need more caffeine.
I'm sure it'll all be fine SOLB. You've said what you need and explained very nicely about that. What he does now is up to him. Some people don't get the "leave me alone" vibe (door salesmen take note).
So how much does this cooker cost?
I care that little about money I probably would buy you something, may be a dispoable barbecue? A little gas burner? If you have a backgarden, you can make an oven out of soil and heating stones. I can't say I've ever baked brownies in one though.
I would think that your neighbour wouldn't say anything, because that's what you've asked him to do. It'll be fine.
You need to eat SOLB, whether you run as well is up to you. Even if it's just a salad or something awful like that.
Good luck for Monday!
More sad? I'm sorry. *ineffective pat on the shoulder* Why do you think that might be?
I'm working all weekend, boo. I'm so tired.
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