Mental Disease Puns

I am an introvert, but my mum doesn't understand that, she told me that it's a disease and is very bad.

I have been around people today and I needed my alone time to recharge, but she doesn't get it.

I don't know what to do, the only alone time I get is in the bathroom taking a dump or taking a shower.

Worst part: I'm 14, about to be 15, so I can't argue with her, I was about to tell her that us introverts have a social battery that we need to recharge, but the moment she said it's a disease and can lead to depression, I instantly knew that being an introvert in this family was a clear no.

Also explaining it to her is pretty much impossible since we're Asian, so she doesn't get it, which is why I don't know what to do. I just felt like saying this. I hope you have a good day :)

Hi. I'm 23 and was recently diagnosed with indeterminate colitis. I'm making this post because being diagnosed with a chronic disease is difficult and I feel like I'm on my last legs mentally more than physically. I've already been diagnosed with (social) anxiety and avoidant personality disorder, and I also have some OCD-symptoms. Now having been diagnosed with a physical disease makes me wonder why I even exist in the first place. I freak out all the time. My mind is buzzing non-stop. When I'm having a flare I feel like I can't be in my own body, and when in remission I constantly fear the slightest indication of a flare-up again. I just feel like I can't win. I'm grateful that there's treatment, though. I really am. And I'm sorry if this kind of post isn't right on this sub, but I feel like I can't talk about it with anyone else. I don't think they'd understand, not because they're incapable of understanding, but because they're not going through the same. Thanks for reading.

The idea of my body not being right or something being severely wrong is just so hard on my brain and emotions. I seem to have ups and downs. Some days I can go without thinking about my condition (often when I'm not having flare ups) and other days I wanna stay in bed and sleep all day because I genuinely cannot get the idea of having to deal with this for the rest of my life out of my head. It's weird because my pain is often a 3 or 4, rarely a 5 if it is a really bad flare up, yet I feel like imagining how happy and okay I was before the illness is actually worse than the pain.

This is a painful and embarassing condition so I encourage you all to take things one step at a time, don't overthink, and take time when you need to for your mental health. If that means a day or 2 every once in a while where you relax your body and mind by doing nothing all day, do it.

This is something I’ve noticed in myself and I’m curious whether it’s something other people can relate to? And how other people have handled this?

For context I became ill with depression, anxiety and PMDD/PME two years ago. The whole proces have been horrible. Of course the disease in itself is a horrible experience but what have really shaken me is the way friends, family and the society as a whole including psychiatrists, workplace and social system handle people with mental disorders. It’s been a struggle to get access to treatment and getting properly diagnosed and treated. The social system has been harsh to navigate and especially the support and reactions from friends, family and workplace have been a mixed experience with a few people being extremely empathetic , insightful and supportive but also quite a lot of people acting as though this wasn’t something they could be bothered with (probably for lots of different reasons not neceseraly because they didn’t care, they were just unable to handle the situation in a proper way).

Overall I’m left with the experience that many people and society as a whole is insufficient in the ability/willingness to care for and be empathetic towards the vulnerable. This has been a freightening realization and caused anger and a new and strong need to make my opinion heard (until now I’ve been a quite, sweet and people pleasing little mouse🐭). At the same time it feels like a sort of awakening sharpening my focus for the responsibility I think we owe each other as friends, family, acquitances and just fellow humanbeings and the need for political action on behalf of the marginalized whether marginalization is due to mental disorder, race, gender, sexual orientation, age or something else.

It feels as though I’ve been through a mental earthquake and now I’m in the proces of sorting the bits and pieces of my perspective out in a more focused way and searching for a new and more assertive way to voice my opinion. Is this something you can relate to? And if yes how did you go about it?

I would be happy to hear your thoughts and experiences!

PS It’s a little sad that you have to go through serious illness in order to see these things clearly.

I'm done telling people that I received a false diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia. It removes all of the credibility that I had before.

Before telling them that I got a false diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, I'm a normal person -- because I am. After being an extremely honest person and revealing my problems in life (like being falsely diagnosed), I'm told and I quote "if your doctor gives you a diagnosis, you should not ignore it." Everyone gangs up on me and tries to get me to stop thinking for myself and trust in the doctor. Doesn't matter what I tell them -- like how I don't have tactile, auditory or visual hallcuinations -- how I don't think people are following me around and targeting me. I'm just SOMEHOW a schizophrenic person, because one doctor that they know nothing of said that I was.

I'm not allowed to recognize patterns because now that's just me being paranoid. For example, I've been getting Quora emails about gangstalking and "targeted individuals" even though I rarely visit Quora and I never started researching about gangstalking or paranoid individuals -- the people who believe in gangstalking are the real paranoid schizophrenics and one thing you'll notice none of us here believe in that gangstalking bs. So I reasoned that the government is simply trying to see if I'm a paranoid schizophrenic, because 1. I recently reported my rape to the FBI and part of the investigation is me, not just my rapist; 2. I've been constantly talking about how I'm NOT a paranoid schizophrenic. 3. Last night when I got another email about the gang stalking from quora in gmail on my phone, I simply clicked the archive button and it sent me to the quora article about gangstalking. I reasoned once again that this is the government trying to make me think I'm being "targeted" -- to me it just reminds me of the Facebook engineers who were tasked with finding ways to collect data. To me, it's just a clever way that the government tries to agitate someone who would be schizophrenic into revealing the way he/she thinks and reacts. I've never had such a thing happen, where I click archive and it takes me to the website in the email. This shouldn't be such a big conspiracy. The government does work in these ways, it's been confirmed with the fact that the NSA exists and even Facebook engineers on video explaining how they can even get people to act differently by changing factors in their special software (forgot which video it

Personally I think I have Testicular torsion Dissociation Kidney stones:)

I am sharing my story in hope that someone would understand and maybe write a few words of encouragement.

Since childhood, I was suffering from constantly evolving depression and anxiety. I was rejected and bellitled by my parents, rejected by my relatives, rejected by my peers. I spent my teenage years isolated in my room. My only escape was sitting in a shower behind a closed curtain, where I would turn on a tiny stream of warm water. The water would override most outside sounds, which would make me feel safe, and then I would immerse myself into fantasies of being an Olympic athlete or a jazz pianist.

My mental condition did not stop from worsening. By the time I was 18, I had already visited numerous psychiatrists and psychologists. I was also sent to a mental institution for children. It was then following that I was diagnosed with a severe form of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. I looked up the diagnosis online and quickly found that it is an incurable, life-long disease.

The things took a quick turn. In a couple of months, the mental suffering reached its peak. Suddenly, I started to have an insomnia, being able to fall asleep temporarily only outside in a low temperature or on a hard ground. I started taking cold showers many times a day, as they were the only way to alleviate the pain. Sometimes I picked up a tennis racket and spent many hours shooting the ball against the wall, while crying, and tried to temporarily forget about my situation.

However, I got extremely lucky. By lucky accident, I was able to meet one young talented clinician specialized in treating personality disorders. He told me that if I keep fighting with my disease on my own for some time, there is a chance that he would accept me into therapy.

I did not give up and eventually, after year and a half, he kept his word and accepted me. I was also given requirements - I had to get out of my bed & shower and start attending school. Long story short, despite the treatment being extremely challenging, after four years, the diagnostic testing showed that I was cured from NPD. I was going to school, had friends, had a girlfriend and reconciled with my parents. I no longer needed to be a perfect person, an Olympic athlete or a jazz pianist. I stopped being the selfish, unempathetic, abusive child that I used to be. All the things that I would not believe were possible. I was looking forward to a new life.

Unfortunately, the things took a different turn. In fact, my menta

Background

Hi! I did a money diary about 2 years ago when this sub first started, but wanted to give an update since my income and expenses have changed quite a bit since then. If you want to read the original, I’ll link it here.

Before starting I wanted to provide a little backstory/context for my situation. You’ll see a lot of mention in this diary about both physical and mental health issues, as I am disabled and the chronic conditions are a big part of my life, so just a trigger warning for topics like medical procedures, depression, anxiety, fear of death, illness, etc. For context, I have rheumatoid arthritis, Hashimoto’s disease, endometriosis, and am (in this diary) mid-diagnostic process for Crohn’s disease as well, so a large part of my life is centered around these conditions and they get mentioned a lot. I also have very severe health anxiety, PTSD, and panic disorder. Since I’ve heard a lot of people mention wanting to see more diaries from disabled people or people for whom healthcare costs are a large factor in their financial situation, I went into a lot of detail on some of the health-related stuff this week to try to provide a picture of how frustrating this all can be and how much it can affect the financial picture overall. Sorry if it’s too long, but I hope it provides some insight!

Also, one more context point: The job that I’m at right now is new to me as of two weeks ago! I left the position I had been at for 5 years, to take a 6-month long (W2 employee, full-time) contract at a dream company in a dream industry, where they are paying me almost double what I was making before. I also received a nice ($10k) sign-on bonus. So, my financial situation is a bit confusing right now, as while I am making a good amount of money for the first time in my life, it is only for a short period of time, so I feel as though I can’t really get used to it. When this contract is up, I am thinking about not returning to work for a while and just spending some time focusing on my health and relaxing. So, I plan to live frugally over the length of this contract and get a lot of money in savings so when it’s done, I can take some time off or shift to just working part-time or doing consulting/freelance work through my consulting practice.

(Editing to clarify that I live in Chicago cause I forgot to put that in the title, lol).

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Long story short. I've been uncomfortable in every kkway unless I dose my self with Xanax and cannabis plus I take buprenorphine and Geodon and Lexapro. For the last two years the anxiety was so bad I had over 13 symptoms unable to get out of bed 70 percent of the time. I felt suicidal but from years of mental illness I believe I'm a lot tougher than most. I truly believe a lot of ppl would of checked out....it's like being dope sick without being dope sick with level 11 anxiety......anyone feel like me or any advice.

It's the mid-2000's. I'm 8-9, just at the library, when I spot these two sets of books. One set had orange spines, the other had blue spines. I checked out a few, mainly the ones on Autism and ADHD. In one of them there was a sort of bullet point/check list of potential symptoms or problems one may experience. I remember thinking to myself, "Huh, this sounds like me!". Because, at the time I had suddenly experienced acute reactions to butter/milk (just smelling popcorn now, still reminds me of this), and lactose intolerance was in the list, and stood way out when seeing it in the book.

The books were not picture books meant for little kids. If there were any pictures, they would have been black, grey, and white. They had very short "chapters", kinda like James Patterson books. They were thin, and about half the size of a notebook if turned sideways. I definitely checked them out multiple times because I felt seen and understood for once.

Does anyone else remember these, or have an idea where I could find them again?