CHILD ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING Here is a manual for child abuse, currently carried by both Amazon.us and Amazon.uk. Please read the full article referenced in Ruth's blog and tweet AND FB Amazon demanding that this disgusting book be removed from their inventory.
I said this book is for you and I. But you are who I'm writing to. You are who I'm spilling my guts to. You are who I'm clutching my throat for as I scream "you are not your diagnosis, you are not that 1-in-3, you are not the medication prescribed to you, you are person!" My god please, please hear me.
People in the mental health community often mention how ignorant people are and how their comments about mental illness end up annoying or hurting them. This has resulted in a lot of people offering lists of things not to say to someone with mental illness, and it usually focuses on depression. While on the internet I found these witty comebacks to 5 common comments you should say to someone with depression.
Reading this post was such a reassuring one for me to read and thought it may be for others who read our blog. In seeing again that someone else has done it, it gives us a hope-boost that maybe it is possible to get to the other side of all those varying types of walls that seem to surround us (as in, all of me) with their darkness so much of the time.
I have to say, I have the coolest friends. All or most all of my friends know my diagnosis. And they’re cool about it. They dont look down on me because of it, no, instead, they accept me and my insiders. In fact some of them are even friends with particular insiders. I love my friends so much.
I’m worried about school and the end of year exams. I’m way behind in my work, due to being sick lots this term, and also having to spend some days out of school because we had melt downs or couldnt cope etc etc. So now I’m worried about whether I’ll pass the exams. There is a team of 5 of us including me who do school and the school work. The others on the team are Tara, Zara, Abby and Gabby. We are all quick and eager to learn, but I dont know, I’m just worried that we havent studied enough in order to pass our exams.
she sits in the sitting room with her foster mom. her foster mom holds her as she screams in pain. the flashbacks begin to flood her. she shakes violently…she thinks it will never stop. over and over, her foster mom tells her she is safe, safe…nobody ever said that word to her before she came to live with her foster family. what is safe? what does that even mean? she doesnt feel safe. inside is chaotic. everybodys talking at once. everyone is remembering horrific abuse. she begins to spew angry words.
“i hate you”
“i want to die”
“you dont love me, nobody loves me”
“why dont you just give me back to the HSE?”
she exhausts herself and falls flat on the floor. her foster mom sits beside her rubbing her back…telling her to let it all out and it will be ok. she’ll call her therapist as soon as she is calmed down. this was how it was for us earlier this evening. we feel somewhat better now thanks to our awesome foster mom, and our awesome therapist, who sucks sometimes too, but we love her all the same.
today were goin to see de crismas lights bein turned on
im so sited to go
ar foster moms takin us
and we are goin to get ice cream
and see all the lights bein turned on
der will be music
and lots of people be ther too!
i don lik crowds realy
but i want to go to this outting
we took a medcine
to help us stay calm and not freak out
who likes crismas
i do i like it a lot lot
i don know what were gettin dis year
somefin fun i bet
lotsa stuff i bet
well i gots to go now
it almost time to go out