Mental Illness

Andrew, Jr. · 03-05-2010, 11:16 AM

Oh yes, I know that now. I think it was a darn shame, and I know that the therapist that did this to me is now well aware of what she did to me. I showed up at her office after a beating. I wanted her to see for herself what the result was of her conversation w/my father. She will live with that image for the remainder of her life.

I am glad you understand. I just feel...so very alone. I am tired of being a punching bag. Like I am delusional, not dealing with reality, and so on and on. It is very hurtful. This just goes on and on from 1 site to another to another.

Andrew

Apocalipstic · 03-05-2010, 11:24 AM

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Originally Posted by Andrew, Jr.

Oh yes, I know that now. I think it was a darn shame, and I know that the therapist that did this to me is now well aware of what she did to me. I showed up at her office after a beating. I wanted her to see for herself what the result was of her conversation w/my father. She will live with that image for the remainder of her life.

I am glad you understand. I just feel...so very alone. I am tired of being a punching bag. Like I am delusional, not dealing with reality, and so on and on. It is very hurtful. This just goes on and on from 1 site to another to another.

Andrew

Maybe meditate on blocking it?

Focus on Spring and your babies. There are great things happening Andrew. We need to look at the good things and stay away from the bad. Especially now that we both are so spun out....we need to block out the rest.

Bit once gave me a great piece of advice, she said If I thought I saw my father around (he is dead and I was "seeing" him and hearing him) to take up an imaginary spray can of smoke or something like that and just spray him away. Maybe you could do that in your mind to people who make you feel beat up...spray their voices away.

I have met you in person, you are a good guy... just are going to have to learn to block better. I still don't think being around your father is a good idea at all, but I am biased.

My therapist says if we think we are crazy, then we are not.

Andrew, Jr. · 03-05-2010, 11:32 AM

I can remember being told the same exact thing by my therapist. Wow...I had forgotten that principle.

I am going to be using the spray can. Oh yes. That will come in handy. I am avoiding my father now. The last time I saw him, it was a nasty 10 min. together time. I mean nasty.

Then when my perfect sister walked in the room, you would have thought Jesus Christ walked in the room Himself. It was the difference between night and day with him.

03-05-2010, 11:16 AM	#1
Andrew, Jr. Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Me Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Over the Rainbow in a House Posts: 5,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,004 Thanked 5,249 Times in 2,216 Posts Rep Power: 0	Oh yes, I know that now. I think it was a darn shame, and I know that the therapist that did this to me is now well aware of what she did to me. I showed up at her office after a beating. I wanted her to see for herself what the result was of her conversation w/my father. She will live with that image for the remainder of her life. I am glad you understand. I just feel...so very alone. I am tired of being a punching bag. Like I am delusional, not dealing with reality, and so on and on. It is very hurtful. This just goes on and on from 1 site to another to another. Andrew

03-05-2010, 11:32 AM	#3
Andrew, Jr. Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Me Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Over the Rainbow in a House Posts: 5,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,004 Thanked 5,249 Times in 2,216 Posts Rep Power: 0	I can remember being told the same exact thing by my therapist. Wow...I had forgotten that principle. I am going to be using the spray can. Oh yes. That will come in handy. I am avoiding my father now. The last time I saw him, it was a nasty 10 min. together time. I mean nasty. Then when my perfect sister walked in the room, you would have thought Jesus Christ walked in the room Himself. It was the difference between night and day with him.