I never never asked for anything from the Dope (though I did consider a donation thread for my classroom, something extremely verifiable and not in any way a cash donation - but I ended up buying them myself). Total amount of cash recieved: $0. Total amount of cash I’ve given over the year: around $200. Care package for someone I didnt even know: 1. That anxiety thing also covers the things I care about, even if it’s just internet strangers.
My son eats breakfast for lunch every Friday. It’s his thing. Sometimes it’s an egg and cheese sandwhich, sometimes it’s Cheerios and fruit. That’s not the entire meal and I won’t even apologize for that. But yeah, sometimes I’m so stressed out I don’t want to go to the grocery store and he gets Cheerios for his main course on a Wednesday. I never claimed he had ‘nothing but cereal’. For Chrissake. If you guys wanted to make me feel worse, there’s a Pit thread for that. I really did hope some Dopers would help because I’ve seen them help others in the past. I’ve tried to offer advice as well. I’m of the opinion that no one should have to suffer.
There’s no need to be a jerk. When I tried suicide a few years ago, the constant thing in my head was that *I’m not good enough…I’m not a good enough mother…I am anxious taking my kid to the museum…*etc. I am a lot better now than before -we go out on ‘dates’ every Friday - but I see myself slipping in that direction and I’m frustrated becuase I’m without a shrink this time.
My dad had worked out an agreement with my old shrink and he never paid the bill. It’s in the thousands of dollars. However, when I called (not knowing about this past bill), he said he’d be willing to see me. I do have to pay $250/session, though. Instead of 2x week counseling, I’ll have once every two months check-ins.
It took a lot of guts to make that initial phone call. Hell, I don’t even like ordering pizza. And it was 3 back and forth messages before we finally connected.
I do what I can with the best I have. I may be young, naive (sometimes I think I’m more negative, than naive), but I have a good heart - a really big one - and sometimes it makes me stressed and other times it just gets me into trouble. But that’s also why I have notes and cards from kids on my bulletin board. I may be anxious right now going to work, but when I get there, I’m great. I just don’t show my panic. It’s a skill most people have and it’s not abnormal for people with anxiety disorders (to have that one thing where you’re almost normal).
The sliding scale places had long wait lists. I think I need meds now.
I’m also quite shocked that Kolga, who supposedly has some psych training and works about five miles from me, is getting off on taunting me constantly. In about three minutes, she’ll be back in here talking about my childhood again.