Anxiety Support Group
Anxiety is a physical condition marked by intense and persistent feelings of distress, fear, angst or dread. General anxiety caused by routine day-to-day stresses usually passes quickly and is experienced by almost everyone at one time or another. However, such feelings that linger over time and are very difficult to cope with, and which lack a clear cause, may indicate...
I am still having vicious flashbacks to medical trauma when confronted by surgical masks, even the ones with cutsie designs on them. No matter how hard I try to just it all, the flashbacks keep happening and are getting meaner by the social distance extension. When I attempt to find outlets and/or understanding of this nightmare, the pressure to suck it up and *just comply* are sounding more and more of socially distant cliche. The flashbacks to medical trauma are beginning to merge with flashbacks to the masked social distances of my child prostitution herstory and more recent flashbacks to niceties such as masked citizens telling me to "get my filthy little germ bags (foster children) out of public places" and the socially distant adult shoes skirting social distances around a four year old in crisis.
The thought of teletherapy fills me with the detachment overload of televised court and social workers attached to these foster children. My confidence in X-spurts claiming expertise of socially unprecedented psychological side effects is limited by the wonder of, "Where, exactly, did you study these socially unprecedented side effects?" I reserve the right to check the X-spurt curriculum vitae before I pay for services.
Efforts to find an on-line safe place to speak freely with fellow sufferers are bringing up ever more cliche insistence that my problems make me a radical subversive as surely as being born into child prostitution made me, "One of THOSE girls."
Just venting. . . Is it still safe to vent here?
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
X-Perts are often those we should run from. The X-Perts on the TV have got just about everything wrong if you see how they evolve. The state with authority of the state that such and such is going to happen. I believe them, stupidly, and such and such never happens and we never here a, "whoops, got that one wrong". No, really... I know what I am doing this time. We are in uncharted territory now and they should just, "I don't know..." but that anathema to any X-Pert.
So... vent on. We are here to listen and be there for you.
An "X" is an unknown factor. A "spurt" is a drip under pressure. -Engineering axiom
My first step toward healing from child prostitution was compulsive reading of self-help books. During my teen years in the early 70's, I read as many as 4 or 5 self-help books a day. Much of those first therapy years was devoted to unlearning the psychotic snot knots from all that X-spurt wisdom. Since then, I have grown a solid habit of reading bibliographies and checking Curriculum Vitaes before allowing X-spurts to mess with my psychoses(pl).
The X-spurt bibliographies of Coronaville are greatly hampered by the absence of historical precedence for the current COVID-19 management program.
It is safe to vent here. All of us can agree to disagree and respect each other's views, knowing that everyone perspective is individual to their life experience.
We support you.
If masks work, why do we have the flu and no one cares if they breath all over you?
Special thanks to you, Frog. These flashbacks, et al, are not *opinions* I chose for the joys of being contrary. At present, I can no more get with the maskite program than I can be a properly protected and conditioned Virgin Bride. Once more, I am one of **Those Girls**.
Perhaps I would be more able to make "Stay Safe* a worthy goal if I was properly fearful of Death. At 66, I am more than twice as old as any of the profilers of **Those Girls** ever predicted for me. I've gotten past my suicidal ideation but still see a life of destination older as a life not worth living. Death remains a part of life. If I must live forever, I might hold out for an immortality which doesn't include being one of **Those Girls**.
Am I politically incorrect to hope I burn in Hell if I am ever able to skirt masked and proper social distances around a four year old in crisis, much less call her, "A filthy little germ bag?"
Is compassion a Maskite sin?