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my witness: the empty sky
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Yea I am on six different meds (lol)... :-( for anxiety and anger and depression and crazy-weird sleep issues. they run my life, run not ruin. My life revolves around the meds. For many years I really needed them and I truly believe they saved my life. in 2002 I was put on 10mg of zyprexa and spent three years in an apartment isolated from the world completely ZONKED out. I had enough energy to get through 12 credit hours a semester and that’s what I did. But if I wasn't put on it right then, I think I could be dead. I needed to be stopped dead in my tracks and fast.
But now I am at a point where the costs/benefits have tipped to the other side. After all these years I have come far and now I think they do more damage than good.
Actually, for 8 years I have been on xanax and it is advised to NOT be on that for longer than a few weeks at a time. But I never had a problem with it. A few weeks ago I had an "episode" AT my therapist’s office and it must've been quiet intense cause he sent me out the door with a Rx for three doses a day of xanax and three of adderall. HA! (My episodes are anxiety attacks and anger that I really cannot control. and they are NOT serious in comparison to six years ago so it is amusing when people see them as scary).
As much as I would like to be stoned the rest of my life, I just DONT.
So after that I have been doing research and I want to do the Cognitive Behavior Therapy thing called Gradual Exposure. You know that Gradual Exposure has been known to CURE people with PTSD if they really devote themselves to it. So my avoidance thing.... can’t last too much longer. I can’t let it.
I have been researching rape. I am not at a point where I can say I was raped, because I was willing. Supposedly if you feel emotionally forced to have sex and are suffering through it, mentally, it is rape. This falls under a category: Coercive Rape.
BUT, I could have told him at any time over the three months that I didn't want to have sex and he would've been fine with it. There were different, more indirect, ways that I felt I had to. So I just don’t think I was raped. And I would never feel okay calling it rape. That is a serious word and I feel I would undermine the severity of the term rape, and even undermine rape victims. That sounds odd? Point blank, I don’t want to be a drama queen and the way I picture rape is not what happened to me.
I keep going off on my own tangents but these past few weeks it has occupied my mind more than ever. And these are the thoughts I have.
But now I am at a point where the costs/benefits have tipped to the other side. After all these years I have come far and now I think they do more damage than good.
Actually, for 8 years I have been on xanax and it is advised to NOT be on that for longer than a few weeks at a time. But I never had a problem with it. A few weeks ago I had an "episode" AT my therapist’s office and it must've been quiet intense cause he sent me out the door with a Rx for three doses a day of xanax and three of adderall. HA! (My episodes are anxiety attacks and anger that I really cannot control. and they are NOT serious in comparison to six years ago so it is amusing when people see them as scary).
As much as I would like to be stoned the rest of my life, I just DONT.
So after that I have been doing research and I want to do the Cognitive Behavior Therapy thing called Gradual Exposure. You know that Gradual Exposure has been known to CURE people with PTSD if they really devote themselves to it. So my avoidance thing.... can’t last too much longer. I can’t let it.
I have been researching rape. I am not at a point where I can say I was raped, because I was willing. Supposedly if you feel emotionally forced to have sex and are suffering through it, mentally, it is rape. This falls under a category: Coercive Rape.
BUT, I could have told him at any time over the three months that I didn't want to have sex and he would've been fine with it. There were different, more indirect, ways that I felt I had to. So I just don’t think I was raped. And I would never feel okay calling it rape. That is a serious word and I feel I would undermine the severity of the term rape, and even undermine rape victims. That sounds odd? Point blank, I don’t want to be a drama queen and the way I picture rape is not what happened to me.
I keep going off on my own tangents but these past few weeks it has occupied my mind more than ever. And these are the thoughts I have.