It's not uncommon on 2+2 to see posts about some pretty severe mental health issues, especially depression. I'd like to get a discussion going about all the psychological issues we have, what we've done to help them, and what has worked and not worked.
This includes officially diagnosed conditions like autism, OCD, personality disorders, bipolar, etc. and undiagnosed things like addiction/compulsive behaviors, depression and anxiety.
My issues are depression, anxiety/panic attacks, some mild alcohol abuse, and autism spectrum disorder. For the last 18 months it's been the priority in my life to work on these issues and try to make my life suck a little less. I hope this thread can do something to make mine and someone else's life suck a little less.
I think what I'll do is talk about depression/anxiety/ASD in separate posts, even though they're all interrelated to a degree. I think that would make it easier for people to read about the issues relevant to their life.
I'll start with my depression (cliffs at bottom):
It's hard to pinpoint when I first started feeling depressed and hating myself and my life, but I know it got really bad around age 16. The next 4-5 years were filled with thoughts of suicide, hopelessness, and fantasies about raping and killing my mother. Yeah, this post is gonna get weird, buckle up.
From age 22-26 I lived alone, playing poker for a living. I thought all I had to do to be happy was move 1500 miles away from my parents and acquire currency. I found out soon enough that unfortunately, my mind will follow me wherever I go.
Lesson #1 I learned about mental health: You can't heal psychological wounds just by putting physical distance between you and the people who caused them. It couldn't hurt, and it might prevent further damage, but there's no easy way to fix your mind, it will take time and effort.
I was no longer actively thinking about suicide, but I felt dead and hopeless, like I'd never be able to improve my life. Around this time I discovered mindfulness meditation, which helped quite a lot and I continue doing it today at age 32.
When I was 26 I moved back in with my parents to go to a trade school and start a new career. I started feeling a little better about life. The only problem was I needed to drink myself to sleep almost every night to suppress my anxiety and not think about how empty I felt inside. Some days I'd get up in the morning feeling like **** and just crack open a bottle of wine for breakfast. What could go wrong?
I'll talk more about the alcohol with regard to anxiety later. As for depression, we can skip ahead to about 1 year ago when I discovered a podcast called the Mental Illness Happy Hour. I started going through the archives listening to all the past shows. Episode #59 hit me like a ****ing truck. The host and the guest were talking about how both their mothers had terrible boundaries and were really inapropriate and abusive with them, in a sexual way. I just sat there listening to it thinking back to all the weird memories I had of my mother saying weird things to me. I had always tried to think of these memories as a variety of isolated incidents which I tried to shrug off and forget about. Now I recognized them as a pattern of behavior which was intended to use me and sexualize me from a very young age:
1. When I was around age 5 I remember being in the bathroom just after my mom had gotten out of the shower. She asked me if I "knew the parts of the body." I don't remember saying anything, so she proceeded to show me her vagina, like really up close, spreading it with her fingers. I just sat there not really knowing what to do, like am I supposed to comment on it? I remember thinking it was rather ugly. My mom is a redheaded 60s era feminist, so you can be damn sure a razor had never been anywhere near that area. It was like a big Carrottop afro of gross pubes right in front of my face.
2. Around the same age, my mom one day explained to me her vaginal hygiene habits in detail. I guess she thought this was an important thing for a 5 year old boy to know.
3. Around age 11-12 I was in the car with my mom driving and my brother (2 years older) in the backseat. I don't know how the conversation was steered this way, but I recall my mom saying "sex feels nice, you should try it!" I squirmed in my seat and felt awful and uncomfortable. My brother then said "mom why are you telling him this? He's too young." My mom responded by saying "what? sex is a natural thing, it's what people do." What I remember most from this moment was feeling so relieved that my brother also thought she was being inapropriate which meant I wasn't overreacting or being immature.
4. Another time about the same age I recall my mom driving me home from school one day (without my bro in the car) and explaining to me what the term "jailbait" meant, completely out of the blue.
5. Age 12-13, my mom repeatedly asked me if I was getting hair on my crotch. This always made me super uncomfortable and I never answered. The 3rd or 4th time she asked, I really started wondering why she was the only person who ever asked me this, and why was she so interested in it?
6. I was always very aware of how I was dressed whenever I went out of my room. I just had the sense that my mom would be looking at my crotch or something if I walked around the house in my underwear or with my shirt off.
I don't really know what level of pleasure my mom got out of doing this, but that stuff, in addition to her constant negative reinforcement, ****ed me up pretty good. She'll still occasionally look at my crotch in a weird way to this day. This **** combined with the autism is probably why I've always been freaked out at the idea of any kind of intimate relationship. Just typing the word intimate makes me cringe a little. intimate intimate intimate iiickkkkk
I haven't ever confronted my mom about it. I've been going to a psychologist for about a year now and I've talked a little about this with her.
I've observed over the years that my depression goes in cycles of 1-2 weeks. I'll feel fine for a week or two, then gradually over a couple days start feeling sad and hopeless and have no energy for the next week or two. I've been on Lexapro for 2 months now (prescribed by a psychiatrist) and it seems to have stabilized things a bit.
Before I got on Lexapro, I had several of what my therapist refers to as "ice cream episodes" in which I'd eat a pint or more of ice cream when I was in a low mood. She said this was probably similar to how I used alcohol and the ice cream became a replacement. I'm not sure if that's entirely accurate, but it can't be healthy obv.
At the moment I'm 32 years old, unemployed, living with my parents. I have 3 friends that I text once in a while. Yet somehow, my depression is being managed reasonably well. Depression is an illness of one's perspective, not of one's surroundings.
Cliffs
Things that helped my depression:
- Lexapro
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The Mental Illness Happy Hour podcast
- meditation
- exercise
- going to a therapist (psychologist) once a week
- trying not to be a douche to people, even on the internet (yes, this actually works!)
- calling/texting someone who cares about me if I feel like doing something that would make them sad
Things I thought would help my depression that didn't:
- alcohol
- moving to a different city
- money
- St. John's Wort
- Zoloft