Totally agree!!!! A social worker told a group of us "inmates" at the hospital I was staying at, that the best thing we can do for not only mental illness but any illness is for those for have actually experience not only living with it, but caretakers as well, to stand up and say "This is who we were, Not all of us are crazy nut job wackos." (My words sorta, but you get the idea.) It's up to us to advocate for changes to mental health laws and standards of treatment. Just like people like Michael J Fox has done for Parkinson's, we need to do for our own conditions. The media sure as heck isn't gonna do it. Stand up and take a stand for yourself!!! Write your state and federal congress man or woman, local politicians, who ever you think can make a difference. As the gays say, "We're here, We're proud," You CAN make a difference.
An oldie but a goodie Bride's Kinetic Faith album. Sure, it came out when I was in High School and the band is no longer together, but they're one of my favorite "heavenly" metal bands. Absolutely love "Sweet Louise". The lead singer Dale Thompson wrote it about his grandmother. Made me cry when they played it at the local theater in my hometown.View Thread
I totally agree with Slik and Cookie!!! A punching bag can do wonders for your temper/outlook on life. Plus you are a beautiful, wonderful, caring person. I don't know how moms with no support from their significant others do it. Heck, I could barely keep myself in line when I was living by myself. Honest to God truth. Plus you are the busiest person I know. One of my friends has four kids, but from what you've told us, you beat her hands down. By like a bazillion miles. No, I mean it. Don't argue with me girl. If anyone needs at least a day away from the kids and everything else in their life, it's you. Seriously. It'll work wonders for your outlook in life. Hubbie tries to give me at least one day a year to go out with friends, spend money, you know act as crazy as I wanna be. He he, can I ever!!! We call it my manic day. Well, because I'm usually manic when I take it. All I have to do is tell him I need a manic day and if we can afford it he lets me go hog wild. Within limits of course. It's the best medicine ever!!!! So take my advice, see if you can get someone to watch the kids and/or be chauffeur for at lest a day and GO HAVE SOME FUN!!!!! Feel better girl!!! (((((HUGS)))))
Poor thing. I grew up "poor" also. And I swore growing up I would make better than my parents. I even went to college, something both my parents didn't. And then I fell in love with my husband who never went to college and works a job with not great pay. But he loves working security and I won't take that away from him. He even offered to go back to school to make me happy after we got married. I asked him "would that honestly make you happy?" And when he said no, it wouldn't, I said then don't do it. Sure we struggle, especially since I had to go on disabilty, but we're happy together and in my book that's all that matters. I hope that someday you can find happiness.
I get so many stupid e-mails I hardly check it anymore. Unless I'm expecting something from you, cookie darling. Don't have that problem with facebook because only your friends can send you messages. Gotta love that!!!!!
I don't remember the name of the bookstore, but Twice Told, sounds about right. Tell ya about another harrowing adventure in good ol' Louisville, I flew into the airport for the second time from Dallas a few years ago to visit my family and decided to be brave and rent a car from the airport. I even made a reservation ahead of time. Well the reservation with Enterprise fell through due to credit card problems, and every other place I tried only had suvs. I absolutely positively HATE suvs. I won't even let my husband think about buying one. And it's something that's come up in several discussions. So here I am, stranded in the airport and wondering what to do. I try the last rental agency, Budget, and luckily they have a car. A sports car. But I'm desperate to take anything other than an suv. So I take it, load my luggage, say a prayer for safe travel, and head for Indiana. Now remember I've never driven from the airport on my own, I've always been a passager. So I'm looking for the signs for 64 thinking surely there's something that will lead me there, but find nothing. So I drive around the airport again. And again. Finally I find something that looks familiar and make it across the river. Had even more fun on the return trip. Ended up taking the long way to the airport, I think it was on 264?? or was it 265???, and end up going through this really interesting neighborhood. I had to fill up the car and I thought I was going to be mugged. Seriously!! NEVER going that way again driving a sports car.Seriously, it was a fun trip all things said and I wish I could go back soon. But since I'm not on speaking terms with my sister or mother, thanks to their rudeness and total overreaction to a simple suggestion of how to celebrate my parents' 40th anniversary in december, it aint gonna happen any time soon. Let's just say I'm thinking of a few words to call them but it wouldn't be fair to dogs or pigs to use them. Lol. Other than that conversation, had a nice new year's celebration and so far the year is going good. Hope 13 is a good year for you and your's. You're so lucky to have kids. BP runs in my husband's family bad and I have a really bad "case" of it, so we decided not to have kids. Some days I regret that, but really it probably was the best decision we could have made. If medical science could promise me that our child wouldn't have bp or any other mental illness I'd have a pacle of brats as we say in the country. But I struggle so much with my condition that in all fairness I just couldn't see forcing any human being to go through the same struggle just so I could be a mom. Not to mention that I probably wouldn't be the best mom anyway because I have such a temper. And I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't subject any child of mine to a temper like my father's. I mean I love the man, but he has a horrible temper. And he didn't learn to control it until I was in college. I mean he kinda has an excuse. his parents were abusive drunks who loved to beat the hell out of him and his siblings, but that's no excuse. So that's where I stand. Guess you all got some of the snow that my family did. My cousin said that they had about 4 or 6 inches for New Year's. Or was it Christmas?? Don't remember. That's dad's side of the family anway. Take care.
I love Louisville!!! Especially going to the Great Escape and some of the other shops nearby. There used to be this great used book store about two blocks or so from the Escape that my sister and I used to sneak a visit to. Technically we weren't supposed to drive in Louisville until we were out of college, but we used to go there anyway. I remember one time it was right before my senior year of high school my parents finally gave us permission to go "uptown" meaning the mall in Clarksville, by ourselves and we sweet talked our cousin into telling us how to get to the Great Escape. We had so much fun!!! But on the way back to IN I missed our exit and got lost in Jeffersonville. I don't know who was freaking out more, my kid sister or me. We finally found our way back to 131 and the mall and of course never told our parents about our little adventure. I miss "Kentuckiana" as they call that part of the nation. Have you had your first snow fall yet?? I'll never forget the snowstorm we had in Feb (I think it was) of 94. My family was snowed in for a week!!! We almost killed each other.
Totally know what you mean about the church. My cousin is a pastor of a church in North Carolina and his son is a youth pastor in Maryland. That whole part of that family has trouble understanding my condition, not to mention my parents and grandparents. It's taken a lot of time and patience to get them all to understand what I go through on a daily basis. Not to mention why I've quit working and are drawing SSDI. Got to love family!!! And don't even mention God around my sister or mom. They freak out.
Well got to run. Dinner is ready and my friends are waiting for me. Take care and Merry Christmas.
Poor poor Cookie.It's worse when your significant other is the one who calls the cops and accuses you of being psycho. After all, all I did was set a trash can full of tp on fire in the living room. I wanted to teach him a lesson after all. When I say get rid of something, I mean get rid of it!!! Let's just say handcuffs are not comfortable no matter who's slapping them on you. Neither is the back seat of a squad car.
The only weird thing I've ever bought is some KY product, I forget the name. And I was too chicken to actually buy it in a store. I ordered it off the internet. What can I say??? I'm a good Christian girl.
Hi Mommaange. I don't know if you'll see this post, as the last reply was 7 months ago, but I hope you and hubbie are doing better. I was in a similar position to you several years ago. I was seeing this real jerk of a man who also had bipolar, only he was diagnosed and I wasn't. We had a love/hate relationship going on and the worse it got the more I wanted to have sex with him. Of course he wanted nothing to do with me because I found out later he liked young boys, but still it left me confused and hurt. Especially after I left the abusive sob and moved back in with my parents. The day I left him I cried most of the way from Atlanta to Tennessee, and the one thing that saved me from a speeding ticket just north of Atlanta was the trooper saw how upset I was and the first thing out of my mouth was I'm sorry for speeding officer, but I just want to get out of Georgia and never come back again. And I kept that promise and didn't come back til my friends and I went to Florida for a vacation. Like you I wanted to do bodily harm to the creep and came very close to it. The only thing that stopped me was he got me in a basket hold and almost broke my arm. Physical violence is never the answer. Especially when you could end up in jail. Or worse in my opinion the county mental health ward. I've been there. It's no fun. (Long story) Anyhow, hope you and hubbie are doing better. I strongly suggest the couples counseling. It's done wonders for my marriage. Take care and Merry Christmas.View Thread