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Anyone else that just didn't want to get out of bed? As a kid...I never wanted the adults to pay attention to me. The less they noticed me, the safer that it was. I wasn't forbidden to get out of bed, but I just didn't want to. I would lay there torn, wanting to get up, but also not wanting to get up.
As so much else in my childhood, it's a trauma without signs. There was nothing to point to. No one "told" me. No one even threatened me...but that didn't make it any less real. The few times other people slept over...they'd comment on it too. Which was good, but also added massively to my confusion. Because my mother never subjected them to hours...she may have cornered them for a minute or two...but that was nothing. What did they have to fear? But there had to have been something there that wasn't just all my imagination, my fault.
Hello, group...I'm 59 years young & newly diagnosed BP, after decades of what every Dr. I saw thought was "merely" major depressive disorder, anxiety & ADHD. The depression & anxiety, treated with every antidepressant known to man, would wax and wane (sometimes to extremes) - but I was always, always, always incredibly irritable.On top of a pretty hefty crisis with one of my teenage children...
My mentally ill parents were my primary abusers since childhood as a missionary kid overseas in a war zone. As an adult, after a violent physical attack during a visit to them for Christmas 1992, I estranged myself from them for 8 years. Then when my mother got breast cancer in 2004, I moved back near them until 2007 for three years to get her through chemotherapy and radiation. After my...