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So, I just got beat up by my step-son! Yeah, me- NOT.

Yeah, times like this I wanna slap my new p-doc for taking my Zoloft away... I tried to tell him and everyone else that it was for the PTSD and anxiety as much as the depression, but... At least this p-doc listens, Pup is gonna call him tomorrow and ask about new drugs.
I guess that didn't make much sense did it.
See, I have these lovely PTSD issues surrounding several YEARS of getting the shit beat outta me on a regular basis by other kids (and we're not going into the PTSD vs ADHD thing right now 'cause that's just too much for my brain to try to explain atm). Now in that totally logical way brain's have of sorting these things, I have an irrational fear of children esp teen and pre-teen ones *shivers* and I have a couple physical trigger spots, yeah the first punch landed squared on one of them... Mys broke into several small shards of Mys- it was not a pretty sight. So yeah I spent the last couple hours in varying states of hysteria, finally starting to calm down, like really truly calm down. Mys arm's still playing silly buggers with me but hells I dealt with that for years this shouldn't kill me.

And just to prove fandom can and does wriggle into EVERY aspect of my life, I decided to sort the caps from High Plains Invaders mindless and soothing type stuff to try to relax and calm down, I mean Jameseses... Jameseses making cute nibbly lip face how can it not calm a person down, then I see the invaders and damn near died. I mean I'm sitting here barely holding myself together and then there's these huge mechanical mosquitoes on my screen. *giggles madly... sounding a little tooooooooo much like her inner Dru for her own sanity*

Totally off topic, Journey is really down with the sex aren't they.

Date: 2010-02-01 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phnx-reader.livejournal.com
Your inner Dru, hmm. Why am I not comforted by that?

Date: 2010-02-02 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenlyxbodies.livejournal.com
Hey, I notice it's my inner Dru, so I can't be that far gone... yet. :P

Date: 2010-02-01 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shinybaum.livejournal.com
PTSD is no fun at all, it takes a long time to *really* calm down, huh? I'm glad HPI distracted you long enough :D

Date: 2010-02-02 11:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenlyxbodies.livejournal.com
Thanks hun, yeah, I was so on edge I barely slept. Feeling better so far though, so that's something. :)

Date: 2010-02-02 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brianapotter.livejournal.com
Aww, my poor sweetie! Sorry about the PTSD and what it came from. I do feel some of what you're talking about (my brother beat the sh*# out of me for 8 years since mom wasn't strong enough to stop him), so if you turned out as well as you did, you should feel proud of yourself!!!! I think having crap like that in your past will always result in having an inner Dru! Mine giggles like mad at the most inappropriate times and over extremely inappropriate things. It's all good! Hope you're arm feels better soon, darling. Sending virtual hugs and kisses!

Date: 2010-02-02 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenlyxbodies.livejournal.com
*shakes head* That's gotta be worse having it at home. I mean that's where you're supposed to be safe, right. *hugs* And thanks, that's actually what most of my p-/t-docs have said.
Lol, our inner Dru's should get together and have tea... only question then would be, who brings Miss Edith, lol.
Thanks sweetie. *hugs*

Date: 2010-02-03 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brianapotter.livejournal.com
Lol, you always know how to make me laugh. It is greatly needed today. I learned last Thursday that my beloved dog, Beau, had cancer. I had to have him put to sleep tonight. He was in so much pain! I couldn't stand seeing him like that. I cried my heart out! Please send good thoughts this way. He was my baby. I'm gonna miss him so much!

Yeah, having it at home sucked, but my brother has apologized profusely many times. He was diagnosed as a manic depressant, but has worked to make tremendous strides since then. He is now married with 2 kids and is a great father! I have forgiven him and moved on, but you never forget. From the age of 12 to 20, I lived in fear of him being home. His friends weren't much better. Thank God he's doing so much better now.

*RE: Miss Edith, I still have all of my Cabbage Patch dolls. They might make a decent substitute for me. "Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today." I do love Dru.

Date: 2010-02-05 11:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenlyxbodies.livejournal.com
Oh hun! I'm so sorry, I know how much losing a pet hurts. *sending you all the good thoughts I can*

Ah, been there, done that- without the hitting. 's really great that he's doing that well. Ppl don't often realize what a fight it is with BP, or how wonderful it feels to be out from under it even for a little while.

Haha, all I've got is a Smurfette doll Pup got me a couple years ago- somehow I think Miss Edith would not approve, lol. I've got a huge Jack Skellington head, she might excuse that, right, lol.

Date: 2010-02-06 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brianapotter.livejournal.com
Of course she would! He would fit right in with her dead birds and blindfolded dolls. It's truly sad how many of my old toys my father has. It's nice that my father wants to keep them in case I have kids that want them. He already gave my brother his old toys to share with his son. My nephew thinks it's hilarious to see his daddy's toys. Kids never seem to realize that we were that young once. What's even cooler is that most of the things my brother played with is coming back (Transformers, G.I. Joe, Thundercats, etc.) My niece isn't nearly as impressed with my outdated Strawberry Shortcake and Cabbage Patch Kid dolls.

Thanks for the good thoughts. I'm doing better, but it's still hard. Hope things are going better for you too.

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