Mental Health
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cascade,
I think all of us penis pullers are nuts! The question might be more, "Who here does not suffer mental health problems?"
For myself, I suffer PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). They used to call it Combat Fatigue (my original diagnosis), before the politically correct people replaced sensible names with stupid ones (like my epilepsy is now a "seizure disorder"). Who are these idiots?
I digress. It was pretty much under control after 20 years of therapy - until our new regime decided to attack the world in an ill-defined and unwinable "terror war". Now it is a major problem for me again (hallucinations, nervous twitches, etc.) and I am back in therapy (along with a lot of other freaked out veterans I might add).
It never seemed fair or right to me that having lived through absolute hell, I should be forced to relive it once I had made it out. But such is my fate, apparently. I can honestly say that without therapy, hypnosis, and daily meditation, I would not be functional. I would indeed be in a rubber room - if alive at all.
Yep, if you want the mentally challenged cas, I am your poster boy (I may be nuts but at least I am nuts with a big dick!)
I think all of us penis pullers are nuts! The question might be more, "Who here does not suffer mental health problems?"
For myself, I suffer PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). They used to call it Combat Fatigue (my original diagnosis), before the politically correct people replaced sensible names with stupid ones (like my epilepsy is now a "seizure disorder"). Who are these idiots?
I digress. It was pretty much under control after 20 years of therapy - until our new regime decided to attack the world in an ill-defined and unwinable "terror war". Now it is a major problem for me again (hallucinations, nervous twitches, etc.) and I am back in therapy (along with a lot of other freaked out veterans I might add).
It never seemed fair or right to me that having lived through absolute hell, I should be forced to relive it once I had made it out. But such is my fate, apparently. I can honestly say that without therapy, hypnosis, and daily meditation, I would not be functional. I would indeed be in a rubber room - if alive at all.
Yep, if you want the mentally challenged cas, I am your poster boy (I may be nuts but at least I am nuts with a big dick!)
Sorry to hear that you have "Shell Shock" (the original name for PTSD). By the sounds of it ,it seems you served in Vietnam. Is this correct? As far as today's terror war, its sad and hopeless....The people that hate us most will continue to do so at a higher level..Our interest seem to be that of oil..(greed is a nasty sin)...You my friend served your country well for whatever her reason of entering that war..and the hell you lived no man should witness..keep everything simple...you are but one man in a big world, dont feel pressured,and have a need to do something..people i know said that the worse feeling besides the hallucinations and physical problems is the feeling of helplessness.. a feeling of "no control" of a situation...feeling "whats my purpose" in life... Pirate,if this is how you feel then realize that this world sometimes does things without logical reasons...but you are just a single soul fighting with your brothers to survive. but life is a bigger battle which you cannot quit...because just like you would never let down your buddy in battle,you have buddies in life now..friends,family,us. So keep your head up high,the battle goes on and you will survive my friend and be productive..we need you.. p.s i know you didnt seem distraught in your post,but i just felt that you should know youre not alone...
REDZULU2003
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I suffer from Depression, Paranoia and anxiety - although I am on medication and them 3 are in mild stages...not bad at all like they used to....although I get REAL BAD days where I am like everyone is looking at me cos I am a freak...and I wonna smack um.
Hmm that sound like some sort of Schizophren-Paranoia?
Have you always had does syndromes?
REDZULU2003
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I aint a Schitzo...they are much much worse.
Okay, thats a good thing!
My neighbour are Schizo... you can hear him scream like, go back into the closet! Noooooooooo!! Stop!!! Aaaaahhhhh!!
Then at like at 2 in the night he walks around, i cna tell ya that dude sounds... its like he bombs down his heals like bowlingballs,... the due under him always like "shut da fuck up!"
I feel sorry for him, cant be fun living with it, and he treats his girl bad too =/
Manic Depression w/ Social Anxiety (possibly schizoid personality disorder). I have a lot of thought distortions, sometimes I really think Penis Enlargement is unhealthy for that. Because even when I have a 12" cock, everything else will still be messed up. But it is possible I could just have an 8" and fix everything else...
Johnny,
Thanks so much for your kind words. These days I am not nearly as bad off as I once was. Every time I go to the VA, I see guys worse off than me and my heart breaks for them. A lot of guys bodies make it home, but their minds never do. Me, I got a little of both home, so I count my blessings. It's always good to know somebody cares, thanks.
And the rest of you maniacs, we can get better. I have gotten way better than I used to be. Yes, I have had a bit of a relapse, but this time I recognize that my hallucinations are hallucinations - not reality. I can dismiss them much more easily, and they no longer scare me. It's more a pain in the ass kind of thing than an Oh My God kind of thing.
It is a process. We just keep fighting, and one day we will wake up just fine. I know I will. I had a really good couple of years there before this relapse (thanks, as Johnny so rightly pointed out, to Big Oil), and I will have more too. Therapy, a good therapist, medications that work, and I believe in meditation as a powerful tool also. We must prevail, after all, it's only in our minds!
Thanks so much for your kind words. These days I am not nearly as bad off as I once was. Every time I go to the VA, I see guys worse off than me and my heart breaks for them. A lot of guys bodies make it home, but their minds never do. Me, I got a little of both home, so I count my blessings. It's always good to know somebody cares, thanks.
And the rest of you maniacs, we can get better. I have gotten way better than I used to be. Yes, I have had a bit of a relapse, but this time I recognize that my hallucinations are hallucinations - not reality. I can dismiss them much more easily, and they no longer scare me. It's more a pain in the ass kind of thing than an Oh My God kind of thing.
It is a process. We just keep fighting, and one day we will wake up just fine. I know I will. I had a really good couple of years there before this relapse (thanks, as Johnny so rightly pointed out, to Big Oil), and I will have more too. Therapy, a good therapist, medications that work, and I believe in meditation as a powerful tool also. We must prevail, after all, it's only in our minds!
Feel proud Steve!,
You served your country in the highest way possible.
I presume you have badges from war?
What exactly did you see on the battlefield that freaked you out?
I was going to join the military (navy or army).
It would be awesome to be in a uniform
Really a chick magnet!
You served your country in the highest way possible.
I presume you have badges from war?
What exactly did you see on the battlefield that freaked you out?
I was going to join the military (navy or army).
It would be awesome to be in a uniform
Really a chick magnet!
cas,
Have you read my posts in this thread? I was in therapy for over 20 years trying to FORGET everything that I did or saw. I have hallucinations every day of dead people come back to life. EVERYTHING freaked me out. Slitting a man's throat and holding him until he dies is NOT a good thing to be remembering, much less actually doing. Multiply that by dozens, add the ones you shoot and blow up, it is all one nasty, nasty nightmare. Oh, then there are your best friends on earth being vaporized in front of you, or your having to hold them as they died slowly all the while trying vainly to stop the blood from leaking out of them, or trying to wash the brains of the best friend you ever had or will have off your hands and clothes when you get back to base. You can't imagine how hard I STILL scrub my hands. And there is being shot and stabbed yourself, and of course there is the brain damage, epilepsy and lost eye from when I got nerve gassed. Spending years in hospital, flatlining twice, amazed to wake up alive after each nap. Losing all my memories, and spending years rebuilding them. Yeah, good times all around. Oh, the medals are so cool too. I can look at them and remember how much blood each one cost. Whee! I should mount them on the bulkhead so I can remember how much fun I had killing people to get them! I can even remember the dickhead who brought some to me in the hospital. Little geek motherfucker Liutennant almost puked when he saw me on the gurney. If I could have moved, I would have shoved them up his ass. OK, I have to go now.
Have you read my posts in this thread? I was in therapy for over 20 years trying to FORGET everything that I did or saw. I have hallucinations every day of dead people come back to life. EVERYTHING freaked me out. Slitting a man's throat and holding him until he dies is NOT a good thing to be remembering, much less actually doing. Multiply that by dozens, add the ones you shoot and blow up, it is all one nasty, nasty nightmare. Oh, then there are your best friends on earth being vaporized in front of you, or your having to hold them as they died slowly all the while trying vainly to stop the blood from leaking out of them, or trying to wash the brains of the best friend you ever had or will have off your hands and clothes when you get back to base. You can't imagine how hard I STILL scrub my hands. And there is being shot and stabbed yourself, and of course there is the brain damage, epilepsy and lost eye from when I got nerve gassed. Spending years in hospital, flatlining twice, amazed to wake up alive after each nap. Losing all my memories, and spending years rebuilding them. Yeah, good times all around. Oh, the medals are so cool too. I can look at them and remember how much blood each one cost. Whee! I should mount them on the bulkhead so I can remember how much fun I had killing people to get them! I can even remember the dickhead who brought some to me in the hospital. Little geek motherfucker Liutennant almost puked when he saw me on the gurney. If I could have moved, I would have shoved them up his ass. OK, I have to go now.
Sorry cas,
Had a meltdown this morning. I just got to thinking down the wrong road too much I guess. See, I am just as nuts as I promised...
Had a meltdown this morning. I just got to thinking down the wrong road too much I guess. See, I am just as nuts as I promised...
And the rest of you guys,
Apparently getting better is a long process. I am sorry I exploded, it seems I had a little too much Army this morning. First I post that we can get better, then minutes later and right in front of you I get worse! Man, what a putz...
Apparently getting better is a long process. I am sorry I exploded, it seems I had a little too much Army this morning. First I post that we can get better, then minutes later and right in front of you I get worse! Man, what a putz...