Poll: Social Experience - Bad Experiences

[Quaxar]

I have oral exam on monday... four different subjects spread over an afternoon, each about 10 minutes talking about four years worth of material.
No problem with Physics and IT probably, but I'm a bit nervous about history since I have absolutely no idea what he might ask. And I have this feeling I might get completely stuck in English. Sometimes I have these blackouts where I forget simple words and need to think a few seconds to remember them. It's hard to really practice fluency in a country where you're surrounded by german...

But well, doesn't seem that bad in comparison.

snap

I just spent 5 minutes staring at your dancing avatar! Damn you!

 

[Irridium]

But well, doesn't seem that bad in comparison.

snap

I just spent 5 minutes staring at your dancing avatar! Damn you!

It has that effect on people >

 

[Diet Chaos]

I still can't speak french... even though its the one class I am going to school for.

Tu ne parle pas la francais? Ah, c'est triste; je regrete. :c
Still, I'm terribly sorry to hear about your condition, OP. I haven't experienced it myself (thankfully), but I can only imagine how it feels. As for myself, though, things are going fine. A tad dull; but I'm hoping to turn that around soon.

 

[StrangerMouse]

I am fourteen years old, have never made out with anybody, and have never been in a relationship with anybody. I am constantly filled with depression and inadequacy. Whenever I hear about somebody my age who is in a relationship, I feel terrible. I can sometimes feel better if I don't think about it for a while, but typing this message on this thread has made me feel incredibly depressed. Should I be feeling this way? I don't know. I have never told anyone this. I can only tell random strangers on the internet without being judged. Of course, mine is nowhere near as bad as some other problems put forward by other posters. I feel guilty for telling this to anybody. I know there are much, much worse things happening to people right now, and that since I live in a country with freedom of speech, good healthcare, readily available food and water and a good educational system I have no real right to complain. But I just want to tell this to somebody, I just want somebody to understand. I'm sorry.

 

[The Eggplant]

Ehhh...c/p'ed from another thread, but here's mine.

So I'm severely depressed, and have been my whole life. Consequently, I've spent a great deal of time fighting against it, and thus whenever anyone comes along who's willing to help me share that burden, usually in a romantic capacity, I tend to gravitate towards them quite strongly. So the latest such attachment was even stronger than usual, given that it was the culmination of six months of strong attraction on my part. We were blissful and happy for two months, we got along perfectly, there was this amazing energy between us...I'm sure everyone already knows where this is going.

In the middle of May, uni ended for the summer, and being as I'm from out-of-state I had to return home, 200 miles away from my girl. We talked daily, we were making plans for me to come visit her...but for whatever reason, I was nevertheless falling into a deep, oddly unshakable depression. My life was great, but my brain chemistry didn't seem to notice or care. And then the tension from trying to maintain a long-distance relationship started...and grew...and broke. She dumped me quite viciously a few days ago, and that was the proverbial tipping point for my melancholy. I was despondent for two days, and then last night I finally didn't think I could take it.

Spoiler: Possibly TMI, fairly sensitive issue. Be forewarned.

I took about 1200mg of methylphenidate, wrote a little note, and waited to die.

Fortunately, my friend had decided to invite herself over, and found me. A few VERY uncomfortable hours later I was fine, albeit scared shitless at what I had almost done to myself. I'm a little better, trying to take it one day--and one minute--at a time, with the help of some excellent friends. It's hard going, but I'm working on it.

So yeah, that's my story.

 

[Spacelord]

Hm... well I have a gig tomorrow that I don't really wanna do. Gotta get up in only a few hours so that's gonna smart. And midterms are coming up.

then again I'm in a rock band, I'm going to see my girlfriend tomorrow and when I pass the last midterms I'll have my first year degree. So yeah, things are looking pretty good. Man do I feel like a douche nozzle now. :S

Spoiler: snip

But well, doesn't seem that bad in comparison.

snap

I just spent 5 minutes staring at your dancing avatar! Damn you!

It has that effect on people >

Cool is that the MC Hammer dance?

 

[The Eggplant]

Did you start to OD? Because an adrenaline(norepinephrine(in Ritalin(methylphenidate))) OD is probably one of the worst ways to go.

Without mincing around the topic...yes. I'm medically diagnosed with ADD to begin with, so I knew what some of the side effects of legitimately taking it were, but I generally take about 80 mg a day, 54 in long-release form and 20-30 in short form. Taking 1200mg of short-release all at once...it was hell. There was a point even when my friend had brought me back from the worst of my emotional pain that I was still willing to die just to stop the physical agony. Never, EVER doing that again.

[sub]At least, not with that drug... (I kid!)[/sub]

 

[wasalp]

I am fourteen years old, have never made out with anybody, and have never been in a relationship with anybody. I am constantly filled with depression and inadequacy. Whenever I hear about somebody my age who is in a relationship, I feel terrible. I can sometimes feel better if I don't think about it for a while, but typing this message on this thread has made me feel incredibly depressed. Should I be feeling this way? I don't know. I have never told anyone this. I can only tell random strangers on the internet without being judged. Of course, mine is nowhere near as bad as some other problems put forward by other posters. I feel guilty for telling this to anybody. I know there are much, much worse things happening to people right now, and that since I live in a country with freedom of speech, good healthcare, readily available food and water and a good educational system I have no real right to complain. But I just want to tell this to somebody, I just want somebody to understand. I'm sorry.

don't worry about it, was like you, just don't let it get you down.

 

[swolf]

Recruiters lie! Trust me. They will tell you "Don't worry, nobody will find out." They will find out about criminal records, saw it happen.

nono, its not criminal. its kind of a medical thing... I could get a waiver for it. so its either lie, or attempt a waiver. I'm not sure what I'll do at this point.

All right, I'll tell you something that the testers don't (sorry, I can't think of what they're called) and that is that they will not check your civilian medical records. They make their own medical records for you. Now, that may be different if you go for a classified job or a security clearance or something (hopefully, nobody shows up to throw me in jail for mentioning that). I don't want to pry. I figure that if you wanted me to know the problem, you probably would've already told me. Now, if it's a psychiatric issue, you will need to be off medication for at least 6 months, have a waiver from a psychologist (maybe more than one), AND go in front of a review board which, to my understanding, only 1/10 people get past. There may be more, that's how it was explained to me before and may vary by branch/MOS. I would recommend against enlisting with a psych condition because the isolation from family, being a member of a unit instead of being an individual, and other facts of military life may exacerbate the issue. Now, if it's a medical issue, it would depend on what the issue was. Turns out that I have asthma and never pushed my body that hard before to cause an attack. That got made worse by bat guana in the barracks so, yeah. Also, if you have joint injuries, I will let you know that I injured both my right shoulder and knee from 2 different falls and they still hurt on occasion after physical rehab so...yeah, I can only imagine how bad that would be if I had a preexisting injury. Did I miss anything? Or do you have another question?

 

[Valksy]

I have lived mot of my adult life with diagnosed mental health problems. Years and years chopping and changing prescription meds has robbed me of both long and short term memory - some people I went to school with tried to contact me, apparently we were best friends, I have no idea who they were.

I have had hallucinations in the past and am noticing that they are returning. I have panic attacks that can leave me trapped in my own bedroom let alone leave the house. If I do leave the house I have to take someone with me as I am considered both a danger to myself and to others.

I wish that I still drank alcohol because oblivion sounds good about now. Instead I am given even more drunks that disconnect me.

It is almost impossible to be awake and properly functional before mid day thanks to my anti psychotic medication. I have tried adjusting times but it makes no odds. I try to keep a regular body rhythm and get up although it is tempting not to.

I just finished an eight month fight with the government over my health status. The third party medical service employed by the Government gave me a clean bill of mental health - my own GP called them prostitutes to the profession. I ended up having to go to court (stressful enough for someone who has collapsed under stress) and had the judge rule in my favour, with an apology, after giving me just long enough to confirm my name. Thanks to people on benefit being the favourite demon of the media I am now told that I have to begin the process all over again.

My own mind makes me destructive. I know that - but for the degree of restraint I can retain (and my love and friendship for the people I love with) I would be a drunk, gambling whore with a criminal record for violent assault.

I believe that I have inherited this - having had all sorts of therapy over many years. I can trace mental instability and illness on both sides of the family (my great grandmother once held a pillow over my Mum's face when she was a child).

I feel broken and doomed.




edit: I would also like some cake please.

 

[EHKOS]

I feel like I'm going insane, my dreams are awful and I hate reality. I can't decide wether I want to sleep the rest of my life or never again. I'm constantly tired, I don't have a standout skill, and I seem to be loosing my cognitive functions. I keep getting worse at things I normally do, I can't even snipe in TF2 anymore. I have agoraphobia and all I want is to be able to get a job without a diploma. I want to move down south. Either I'm moving into a nicer house or my mom will loose her job. I feel like breaking something but I can't. I want to drive but it's too expensive. I feel like I can't spell right anymore. And I keep dreaming about being back in school while that is the last place I ever want to be ever again.