Nice to meet everyone
Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 11:31 pm
This is scary for me, I don't let on to anyone how bad off I've been, I keep it hidden. I don't know how to reach out for help. I've been battling depression for as long as I can remember, sometimes it's better, sometimes worse, it's always there at some level.
Before I was born my birth mother tried to abort me by taking rat poison, and when that didnt work she starved herself. She wore a total of 3 corsets at a time to hide the pregnancy. I somehow made it through all that and was fostered returned to tge agency, then finally adopted by a nice family.
I was a few years old when I started having tonic/clinic seizures. It happened a few times before anyone noticed, I can remember going into them and coming out of them, in terms of having no control over my body. I started worrying about them and when it might happen again, I kept quiet not wanting my parents to know. That's when things took a nosedive. I started worrying all the time, I felt like I was keeping a terrible secret. I felt the need to protect my mom thinking this would be too much for her. I was 6 or 7 so this is from a little kids perspective. The worry became overwhelming and I started to become sick to my stomach all the time. I started feeling weird about myself and thought somehow people knew my secret. Around that same time new neighbors moved in and one of the males started messing with me inappropriately. This added to what was already happening, I kept this secret all the way through high school. I did tell one person, who told a bunch of male classmates in 3rd grade and they teased me about it relentlessly. I never told anyone again, so it never stopped and soon I became a target for other boys and in a couple of cases men. My self esteem was non existent, by 13 I started planning my suicide. Now not only did I worry and feel sick all the time, I also developed OCD. Just one more thing to make me weird. I developed an eating disorder once high school started that I kept hidden from my mom, at least I think I did cause she seemed not to notice. I only ate once a day and that was dinner, and I had no choice. I had a habit of crying at night when I would go to bed because that was the only time I could let my sadness out without anybody knowing. I spent as much time as I could alone for fear of exposing who I truly was. I isolated myself from family and friends.
I became pregnant at 14 by a neighborhood boy, he was older so he could drive l, so he took me downtown for an abortion. I was to afraid to tell anyone what was going on and this happened again. I got pregnant 3 times between 14 and 17, I kept the 3rd pregnancy. I ran away when I found out and never went back. My parents didn't speak to me, they were really upset. I went on to have another baby right after the first. This is when the first major depression hit full force, add to it I was in an unhealthy relation ship with the kids father. I left only after he broke my nose and neck for messing up his pot of spaghetti oh's.
I got it together, had a great job, met and married my boys dad by the time I turned 21. My first son was born with a form of autism with epilepsy. My second son was born sick. My second major depression hit when my oldest son was 4 and my youngest son was a little baby. This one had the same pattern, only it was more devastating for my family because I effectively removed myself from their lives for about 3 months.
I started getting treatment for my neck around the end of that 3 month period, the doc put me on an anti depressant that was supposed to shut off nerve impulses from the back of my skull down to my neck , the hope being that i would get some sleep. What it ended up doing was actually ease my depression. I felt like I had a new lease on life, this went on for a few years.
Then the 3rd depression hit, then the 4th etc etc
And now I'm 48 and I'm not sure but I think it's happening again, which scares me because I'm not sure. I just know there are times I'm afraid to be alone too long, yet I also crave the isolation.
So yeah, that's all I got
Before I was born my birth mother tried to abort me by taking rat poison, and when that didnt work she starved herself. She wore a total of 3 corsets at a time to hide the pregnancy. I somehow made it through all that and was fostered returned to tge agency, then finally adopted by a nice family.
I was a few years old when I started having tonic/clinic seizures. It happened a few times before anyone noticed, I can remember going into them and coming out of them, in terms of having no control over my body. I started worrying about them and when it might happen again, I kept quiet not wanting my parents to know. That's when things took a nosedive. I started worrying all the time, I felt like I was keeping a terrible secret. I felt the need to protect my mom thinking this would be too much for her. I was 6 or 7 so this is from a little kids perspective. The worry became overwhelming and I started to become sick to my stomach all the time. I started feeling weird about myself and thought somehow people knew my secret. Around that same time new neighbors moved in and one of the males started messing with me inappropriately. This added to what was already happening, I kept this secret all the way through high school. I did tell one person, who told a bunch of male classmates in 3rd grade and they teased me about it relentlessly. I never told anyone again, so it never stopped and soon I became a target for other boys and in a couple of cases men. My self esteem was non existent, by 13 I started planning my suicide. Now not only did I worry and feel sick all the time, I also developed OCD. Just one more thing to make me weird. I developed an eating disorder once high school started that I kept hidden from my mom, at least I think I did cause she seemed not to notice. I only ate once a day and that was dinner, and I had no choice. I had a habit of crying at night when I would go to bed because that was the only time I could let my sadness out without anybody knowing. I spent as much time as I could alone for fear of exposing who I truly was. I isolated myself from family and friends.
I became pregnant at 14 by a neighborhood boy, he was older so he could drive l, so he took me downtown for an abortion. I was to afraid to tell anyone what was going on and this happened again. I got pregnant 3 times between 14 and 17, I kept the 3rd pregnancy. I ran away when I found out and never went back. My parents didn't speak to me, they were really upset. I went on to have another baby right after the first. This is when the first major depression hit full force, add to it I was in an unhealthy relation ship with the kids father. I left only after he broke my nose and neck for messing up his pot of spaghetti oh's.
I got it together, had a great job, met and married my boys dad by the time I turned 21. My first son was born with a form of autism with epilepsy. My second son was born sick. My second major depression hit when my oldest son was 4 and my youngest son was a little baby. This one had the same pattern, only it was more devastating for my family because I effectively removed myself from their lives for about 3 months.
I started getting treatment for my neck around the end of that 3 month period, the doc put me on an anti depressant that was supposed to shut off nerve impulses from the back of my skull down to my neck , the hope being that i would get some sleep. What it ended up doing was actually ease my depression. I felt like I had a new lease on life, this went on for a few years.
Then the 3rd depression hit, then the 4th etc etc
And now I'm 48 and I'm not sure but I think it's happening again, which scares me because I'm not sure. I just know there are times I'm afraid to be alone too long, yet I also crave the isolation.
So yeah, that's all I got