CosmicMayonaise
New Here
Hi everyone.
I'll introduce myself as the untreatable ... and undiagnosable.
Last attempt at a diagnosis was because i needed it to enter a job coaching program. The neuropsychiatrist wrote this (translated as i don't live in an English speaking country)
"When we try to reconstruct the anamnese we see the patient had a very traumatic childhood that ebbed over in one traumatic experience after the other. Life is one big battle field in which basic trust issues and bonding problematics colour the whole"
Not sure what I expect from here, if anything. I think a place where I can post without being judged. And take it from there. I used to write a lot, on forums and for myself. I can't these days. I fear rejection too much and can't keep to subject like i used to be able to. I'd like to re-learn to express myself in writing here. Tried looking into blogs and even looked at an online diary but the technicalities are beyond me. I think I can figure this one out as it is the same board I used to post on long time ago. :crazy:
Me in a nutshell:
There is no nutshell ... my primary carer died at age 3 ... she was my adoptive nannie. My mother is still in denial over the events that happened then. I am 44 next month. On bad days I still cry over the loss I don't actually remember.
I left my country at age 17 with the blessings of the court so to speak, I was decared an adult and my judge arranged it for me to enter into my new country's youth care. At 20 I moved to the UK.
My daughter was born in 2003 and the birth was sort of a catalyst of reliving my own childhood. I have a few medical traumas that have defined my life. Up till that point I had gone through life reasonably care-free. I had chosen for alternative medicine by the time I was 24 and never looked back. I did find it irresponsible to go the alternative way completely with regards to her birth so that is how shw came to be born in hospital at the last minute. It was my doctors comment on something I said during my pregnancy that made me wonder ... He said I had had a hard life ... I never thought of it like that. I repatriated to my country of birth a year ago with my partner and my daughter who is now 5.5. Stayed with my mother while we found our own place but a few months after that I had to cut my mother out of my life in the name of self preservation.
I managed to get the job coaching by the way ... and a very good choach on top and next tuesday I can run trial for four hours in a social workplace as they call them here.
My name partly reflects my love for the spiritual side of life although I am more of an animist by nature. Mayonaise because when I was a kid it was considered part of the national dish.
I have no interpersonal skills worth mentioning. Over the last few years I have less interest in the outside world. Since repatriating I feel totally alienated from the society I live in. Language issues caused a lot of trauma in early childhood. And they are back haunting me too.
I suffer from severe verbal diarrhoea so to speak and all I would like to achieve is to refind the skills of putting it on paper instead of spewing it out verbally.
Thanks for having me hopefully.
:crazy::crazy::crazy:
I'll introduce myself as the untreatable ... and undiagnosable.
Last attempt at a diagnosis was because i needed it to enter a job coaching program. The neuropsychiatrist wrote this (translated as i don't live in an English speaking country)
"When we try to reconstruct the anamnese we see the patient had a very traumatic childhood that ebbed over in one traumatic experience after the other. Life is one big battle field in which basic trust issues and bonding problematics colour the whole"
Not sure what I expect from here, if anything. I think a place where I can post without being judged. And take it from there. I used to write a lot, on forums and for myself. I can't these days. I fear rejection too much and can't keep to subject like i used to be able to. I'd like to re-learn to express myself in writing here. Tried looking into blogs and even looked at an online diary but the technicalities are beyond me. I think I can figure this one out as it is the same board I used to post on long time ago. :crazy:
Me in a nutshell:
There is no nutshell ... my primary carer died at age 3 ... she was my adoptive nannie. My mother is still in denial over the events that happened then. I am 44 next month. On bad days I still cry over the loss I don't actually remember.
I left my country at age 17 with the blessings of the court so to speak, I was decared an adult and my judge arranged it for me to enter into my new country's youth care. At 20 I moved to the UK.
My daughter was born in 2003 and the birth was sort of a catalyst of reliving my own childhood. I have a few medical traumas that have defined my life. Up till that point I had gone through life reasonably care-free. I had chosen for alternative medicine by the time I was 24 and never looked back. I did find it irresponsible to go the alternative way completely with regards to her birth so that is how shw came to be born in hospital at the last minute. It was my doctors comment on something I said during my pregnancy that made me wonder ... He said I had had a hard life ... I never thought of it like that. I repatriated to my country of birth a year ago with my partner and my daughter who is now 5.5. Stayed with my mother while we found our own place but a few months after that I had to cut my mother out of my life in the name of self preservation.
I managed to get the job coaching by the way ... and a very good choach on top and next tuesday I can run trial for four hours in a social workplace as they call them here.
My name partly reflects my love for the spiritual side of life although I am more of an animist by nature. Mayonaise because when I was a kid it was considered part of the national dish.
I have no interpersonal skills worth mentioning. Over the last few years I have less interest in the outside world. Since repatriating I feel totally alienated from the society I live in. Language issues caused a lot of trauma in early childhood. And they are back haunting me too.
I suffer from severe verbal diarrhoea so to speak and all I would like to achieve is to refind the skills of putting it on paper instead of spewing it out verbally.
Thanks for having me hopefully.
:crazy::crazy::crazy: