Post by Admin on Mar 10, 2014 0:31:41 GMT -6
She'll bring up her "depressive episode" whenever she gets the chance, but ignore the possibility of anyone else having actual depression.
In 11th grade her uncle/godfather died, and she was incredibly sad for a while. My nana took her to a psychiatrist who said that she was only grieving and that her sadness should pass, but if it doesn't to revisit for a further examination. 3 months after the death she's completely fine, was up until that point, and has been ever since.
Ever since 6th grade, every doctor, school nurse, counselor and anyone who's studied psychology whom I've talked to has said that I have depression. I was never given a formal diagnosis(to be explained), but my symptoms have never gone away. I've found other ways to deal with them, and I've gone through periods where it's easier to get through the day, and periods where getting out of bed literally makes me sick.
I've talked to my mom a whole whopping 3 times about this since 6th grade. Each time she insists it's "just a phase". Including the time that I confessed to her that the night before I came incredibly close to committing suicide, and the only thing that stopped me was a friend that kept me on the phone. Even then, "just a phase". Always followed by, "I actually had depression when I was about your age. I know how it actually feels."
Now, my uncle has been sleeping on our couch for a few days. I'm not entirely happy with this(he literally hasn't moved from our couch in days except to use the bathroom or smoke), but not enough that I'll really complain about it. He has serious depression, and is getting on disability for that and a few other things. You can literally see it in just the way he looks at you. It's really sad, and I hate to say it but it's part of the reason I avoid him and don't feel comfortable having him here. It's scary and triggering. I'm terrified I'll end up the same. Jobless, alone(unmarried, kids won't talk to him), and spending entire days on a relatives couch unable to move from the weight of it all. I worry for him, and I don't think he should be living alone.
But for as long as he's here, my mom won't shut up about her 3 month experience with depression.
I really honestly just want to punch her in the face.
This isn't a competition.
In 11th grade her uncle/godfather died, and she was incredibly sad for a while. My nana took her to a psychiatrist who said that she was only grieving and that her sadness should pass, but if it doesn't to revisit for a further examination. 3 months after the death she's completely fine, was up until that point, and has been ever since.
Ever since 6th grade, every doctor, school nurse, counselor and anyone who's studied psychology whom I've talked to has said that I have depression. I was never given a formal diagnosis(to be explained), but my symptoms have never gone away. I've found other ways to deal with them, and I've gone through periods where it's easier to get through the day, and periods where getting out of bed literally makes me sick.
I've talked to my mom a whole whopping 3 times about this since 6th grade. Each time she insists it's "just a phase". Including the time that I confessed to her that the night before I came incredibly close to committing suicide, and the only thing that stopped me was a friend that kept me on the phone. Even then, "just a phase". Always followed by, "I actually had depression when I was about your age. I know how it actually feels."
Now, my uncle has been sleeping on our couch for a few days. I'm not entirely happy with this(he literally hasn't moved from our couch in days except to use the bathroom or smoke), but not enough that I'll really complain about it. He has serious depression, and is getting on disability for that and a few other things. You can literally see it in just the way he looks at you. It's really sad, and I hate to say it but it's part of the reason I avoid him and don't feel comfortable having him here. It's scary and triggering. I'm terrified I'll end up the same. Jobless, alone(unmarried, kids won't talk to him), and spending entire days on a relatives couch unable to move from the weight of it all. I worry for him, and I don't think he should be living alone.
But for as long as he's here, my mom won't shut up about her 3 month experience with depression.
I really honestly just want to punch her in the face.
This isn't a competition.
