@Chrissi85 you are NOT a faker or a moocher!! That makes me so mad I could spit! You know sometimes I wish that some of these people, admin staff at jobcentres, unsympathetic nurses (met a few of them, thats where I got the “pull yourself together”) folk who should know better, well sometimes, and I know this sounds mean, and I’m sorry but it would be justice in my view. Well I wish these people had to cope with this for even a day. The absolutely crippling fear that comes from nowhere and makes you sweat, shake, cry, makes the whole world completely terrifying, full of threats you can’t put into words even if someone asks you. Makes you want to die rather than be forced to face it on your own. The truth is that unless they have faced this, unless they have felt their heart beat so hard that they almost pass out, then even if a person is kind and wants to help, unless they’ve felt it they don’t properly understand its effect on you. Officials who are supposed to help though, they should all have training to help them understand, even a little how completely debilitating this is.
You’re so lucky, both of you. @Moxy you have your dear Mum and @Chrissi85 you have your boyfriend, and you’ll both beat it, I know it. If I hadn’t had hubby I wouldn’t have, I know that for sure. @Chrissi85 what you were saying about feeling everyone was looking at you? I remember about 3 years into my “rehabilitation” and with the help of a kind nurse, I was to go to our local swimming baths once a week for a class to help with my arthritis pain. On my first day I managed to get there (although not on my own but as that dear nurse said, fight the battles I can win). Well I got there, changed into my suit, and then opened the changing room door a little and kept looking out but was too scared to go out lol. Eventually made it out of the little changing cubicle because I saw two older ladies and thought well I might not look too out of place, not everyone here looks like they’d just walked off the set of baywatch lol. They walked off in the direction of my class, so I quickly tried to walk in the same direction, but lost them (can’t walk terribly well). I thought well, I’m here now, go. Just go, find the others, the class teacher is expecting you, just go. As I walked towards the main pool (where the class was held) there were school kids there and they all exploded with laughter. I mean really, laughing their heads off, and I just started crying because I thought they were laughing at me. Of course they weren’t, they were learning to swim and were having fun and had been laughing with their teacher who was talking to them, if it hadn’t been for my dear wee nurse (who was there waiting for me) I would have bolted, I actually don’t think I would have gone at all if it weren’t for that CPN.
I decided maybe a year or so ago, not consciously exactly, it was while talking to a friend at work that did it. Her niece had been diagnosed with bipolar and she wasn’t sure how to treat her or even talk to her anymore and the penny sort of dropped. Well, I told my friend that she had to treat her niece exactly the same as she had always treated her, and to do anything else would be doing her a dis-service. I told her that people who were forced to face things like severe anxiety, panic attacks, depression (I had a breakdown a few years ago) well folk like me, and her niece who were forced to face these horrors, they get stronger from it. I know so much more about myself because of what I was forced to go through, I hate that I had to go through it but I’m so grateful for what it taught me. I know that I am a stronger person than I thought I was. I know that if I can survive what I did, I can cope with most things. I also know that anyone who makes fun of me or makes hateful comments (and yes I had that so many times over the years, some from two toxic friends who are no longer a part of my life) well those people who behave like that can go to hell. I’ve been there and I know I’m the better for it, they haven’t faced these terrors, so what gives them the right to judge? sitting in a drs surgery or the other side of a desk in a jobcentre? to hell with that and to hell with them. You are better than they are, you are not the ones saying hurtful, hateful things. You are brave, strong, capable people who are going to kick this things butt and when you do, you’ll see it in others, and you’ll be able to help. I so wish I could hug you both for real but all I can do is <hugs @Moxy and @Chrissi85> xx kick its butt honeys <hugs>