KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
This is probably just a big huge venting post because I am depressed and feel sorry for myself (truth be told).
I have a rich trauma history that began in childhood sexual abuse and terrorizing, then got strangled and left for dead at 21, then fled to England to get away from my fear and got drugged and kidnapped, but got away before I got raped or whatever he had planned for me. Mugged in Athens, chased at the statue of David in Florence. Capped off by being so poisoned by darkroom chemicals at work that left me permanently disabled with Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, asthma, brain damage, no balance, cannot walk in a straight line and of course the massive effects of PTSD all this shit has left me with to survive.
I cannot live in a world of chemical fumes. I live in solitude. I have a network of other medical people with the same chemical exposure but none of them have abuse and violence histories. I have this forum to help me with my PTSD but if you don't suffer from MCS, well, words cannot describe how horrible it is to be exposed to fumes from any chemical.
About the worst experience I have had with it is flying. Jet fuel fumes are so pervasive, I don't ever go to airports. I get so sick it takes me weeks to recover. I wear a charcoal mask and am allowed preferred seating so I can sit up front where the fumes are the least.
My beloved son is engaged and they are planning a destination wedding on Curacao off the coast of Venuzuela. There are SEVEN chlorine pools at the resort which will be unbearable. Not to mention al the pesticides they use in the tropics to rid the resort of insects and mold. No, it is definitely NOT paradise for me.
And then a plane crashed today in France. In the Alps. Well, that was the last straw for me. My depression just dug in to a new low. I just have to be at my sons wedding. He had a difficult adolescence due to dyslexia and he overcame all his demons and is living a full and happy life with a wonderful woman. Somehow I have to get there. It has to be a plane. I will be sick and may end up in the hospital depending on how much pesticides there are. Then I have to drive from Boston back to Maine but I'll probably be dead by then so why worry? Some of the flights with layovers make it a 19 hour journey. I think I'd survive if I could get to Miami nonstop then a short layover and another 4 hour flight to Curacao.
My doctor won't give me extra Geodon or Xanax I'll have to make do with my measly 1mg of Xanax.
Oy vey, can I call in sick???
I have a rich trauma history that began in childhood sexual abuse and terrorizing, then got strangled and left for dead at 21, then fled to England to get away from my fear and got drugged and kidnapped, but got away before I got raped or whatever he had planned for me. Mugged in Athens, chased at the statue of David in Florence. Capped off by being so poisoned by darkroom chemicals at work that left me permanently disabled with Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, asthma, brain damage, no balance, cannot walk in a straight line and of course the massive effects of PTSD all this shit has left me with to survive.
I cannot live in a world of chemical fumes. I live in solitude. I have a network of other medical people with the same chemical exposure but none of them have abuse and violence histories. I have this forum to help me with my PTSD but if you don't suffer from MCS, well, words cannot describe how horrible it is to be exposed to fumes from any chemical.
About the worst experience I have had with it is flying. Jet fuel fumes are so pervasive, I don't ever go to airports. I get so sick it takes me weeks to recover. I wear a charcoal mask and am allowed preferred seating so I can sit up front where the fumes are the least.
My beloved son is engaged and they are planning a destination wedding on Curacao off the coast of Venuzuela. There are SEVEN chlorine pools at the resort which will be unbearable. Not to mention al the pesticides they use in the tropics to rid the resort of insects and mold. No, it is definitely NOT paradise for me.
And then a plane crashed today in France. In the Alps. Well, that was the last straw for me. My depression just dug in to a new low. I just have to be at my sons wedding. He had a difficult adolescence due to dyslexia and he overcame all his demons and is living a full and happy life with a wonderful woman. Somehow I have to get there. It has to be a plane. I will be sick and may end up in the hospital depending on how much pesticides there are. Then I have to drive from Boston back to Maine but I'll probably be dead by then so why worry? Some of the flights with layovers make it a 19 hour journey. I think I'd survive if I could get to Miami nonstop then a short layover and another 4 hour flight to Curacao.
My doctor won't give me extra Geodon or Xanax I'll have to make do with my measly 1mg of Xanax.
Oy vey, can I call in sick???