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guitarman79I first posted this in the PTSD Group, But, thought I post here to. I just Don't know what to do anymore.
not sure if I ever put this in the Deppresion group, But, here it is:
Litttle over 40yrs ago, I met these people, A daughter and a son, thiere son had mental problem's and didn't have a little Brother.
Ithink the family msde me pretend I was little brother (probably others, cause I couldn't be around 24/7
I was like 5 when all this was happening, and he was 15, and it's unusual to have a FRIEND 10 yrs apart. I was so young, I didn't knnow what was going on. As I got older, We would be down inn the basement playing videeo games, and he would gload if I lost, And of course as I got older, I should've had cllues, he thougt we weere really related. His sister and I would up in the hallway, Her brother would shut his door, And then she knocked, and asked if I could come in, that shoulld've been a clue, Wasn't till his Father started coming over and say his son says this about this this about that, Is that true?? But, if his son had a differance of opinion, I would here it, They bring him over to coonfront me, He always had to be right about something, He did understand, he was older then me, and would guilt me into giveing him something, His father would say "That's not right, that's just not right" Instead of just taking something and leaving, he woulld sit me down, put his arm around me, And tount me with (wave it front of my face, To make matter's worse, He then would make me follow him upstairs, and show his molther, like he was pround of what he did, That's like bragging to someone that You killed someone, and Your proud of it............for a few year's that went on.
The next thing I know, All these job's came at me, his father's way of making it up to me) When one job didn't work, He got me another and anoother, I keeep on thinking about that.
One job I had, Was staples, Was a janitor, Thing's were going Great, Untill, The toilet in the breakrom overflowed, And i Sliped, That took only twice untill they got rid of me, Cause if they kept me on after a bunch of incideence report's they would've got in trouble by corperate. Arramark, I worked at, Again slipped through the kitchen carring a cashier's-box ( I was a casheir) You woulld think they would have gotten rid of me after it kept on happening more twice, This haappened atleast 30 times, i Keep on thinkinng, once this guys father saw the insident report, ho over-turned it, so, arramark wouldn't get introuble, I wouldn't and he wouldn't (he worked at the college, where he arramark was.
Now, his daughter, Asked me (Well not, not asked) She said can he post, on Facebook, I play guitar, and have always been a big deal to them, Why,.....That's a story for another time.
Now, (Iknow I don't have to) If I post her brother, will end up getting mad at me, Cause, It's not the kind of music he likes. He has always thought I should like the same thing's he does, And he should know how to do things, But, I shouldn't. I really never thought About this until just 3 year's when his sister said that,
"CAN HE POST" Like she was asking my mother, or she want's me to do a favor for her brother, to "Humor" him to make him think he'a teaaching me stuff, the most bast skill, or she wants me to instigate him, cause she knows it will irritate him....That's how well I know these people.
We have been friends on Facebooik for like 10 yrs, And just 3yrs ago she asked me to post.
But, she said it like she wanted me to do a favor for her, to "humor' her brother, to make him think he's teaching me the most basic aspects of guitar., Now, when I even think about it, I can hear him in my mind yelling and getting mad at me, All of this because he doesn't have a little brother.
I don't know what to do, I believe in God And trust he will take this pain away, and talked to a cousellor, feels like that got we nowhere, I even tryed to tell my mother......But, without hesitation, Said, that was 35 yrs ago......I don't know too much about deppresion,PTSD Abd anxiety, I have Read about them, And peaced some thing's
together, But, seems to me all these conditions are/can be life-long
Sorry for the long rant.
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