Well, lets see where to start. Well I am Bipolar Type I Rapid Cycling, I will explain that later on. I am also a highly functional ADHD individual. Mine is a diesease and I respect that. Her's is much much worse than mine. At 27 years old she has already developed advaced arthritis, which will most likily be crippling in the near future. That is just a little fuel for the fire. Have you Kleenex's ready. Because if this doesn't make you cry than I would consider you heartless.
At two weeks old she was abandoned in an empty house, luckily some one found her. From there she went to a foster home that was already overload but had a highly disabled infant(completely blind at birth) that was constantly screaming and thrashing. The next home had a nine year old that liked to molest the toddlers. It was just one nefarious foster home after another. I assume everyone can see were RAD and PTSD would take affect. She finally was adopted by a family that had just adopted another mentally troubled child, he has Ashburger's Syndrome. In that home she was always the second child. Due to her older brothers illness, she was negilected and pressumed nothing was wrong with her. Her older brother has a history of molestation as well. YEAH! Ready for the roller coaster ride.
In her middle teens her brother had a major vehicular accident, he was not at fault and they are not sure she was alive at the accident. Trauma grabs us all, her brother seeks help but it isn't enough, he attempts suidice, trauma is still grabbing. And this time she is holding it all in to be the strong rock everyone can count on. But it still adds to her pile. Things settle a bit and her dad gets sick, the big C. Chemo for a year, scared, yelling in fear just a horribly tormenting house to be in for anyone imagine it had to be her. Whew!!!! Remission!!!! Relax, everything is going to be okay, Dad has a heart attack. Triple bipass surgery and a pacemaker. Well now I don't think she slept for six months after that.
My story isn't so sad, I am Bipolar Type I Rapid Cycling. I was diagnosed with Bipolar type 2 Rapid Cycle, which is rare in men. They, of course as it always ends up being, put me on the wrong medicine, it did things with my mind, and consiquiently I ended up attempting suicide. Obviously not successful, I quickly volunteer for admittance to a clinic. So, I am classed Bipolar Type I but the rapid cycles still fire off all the time. My ADHD is actually the one diesease I kind of like as long as I remember my pills.
How to cope with pain when she is like this now, is what I am struggling with right now. You would think that after awhile the pain wouldn't hurt so much, that the sting would have been dulled a little. HA!HA!HA! It gets worse, it must be the scar on the scar, the rip through healed fleash. You start to feel hollow inside, I have started trying to bottle the hurt, to act like it is no big deal. IT JUST HURTS SO BAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!
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At two weeks old she was abandoned in an empty house, luckily some one found her. From there she went to a foster home that was already overload but had a highly disabled infant(completely blind at birth) that was constantly screaming and thrashing. The next home had a nine year old that liked to molest the toddlers. It was just one nefarious foster home after another. I assume everyone can see were RAD and PTSD would take affect. She finally was adopted by a family that had just adopted another mentally troubled child, he has Ashburger's Syndrome. In that home she was always the second child. Due to her older brothers illness, she was negilected and pressumed nothing was wrong with her. Her older brother has a history of molestation as well. YEAH! Ready for the roller coaster ride.
In her middle teens her brother had a major vehicular accident, he was not at fault and they are not sure she was alive at the accident. Trauma grabs us all, her brother seeks help but it isn't enough, he attempts suidice, trauma is still grabbing. And this time she is holding it all in to be the strong rock everyone can count on. But it still adds to her pile. Things settle a bit and her dad gets sick, the big C. Chemo for a year, scared, yelling in fear just a horribly tormenting house to be in for anyone imagine it had to be her. Whew!!!! Remission!!!! Relax, everything is going to be okay, Dad has a heart attack. Triple bipass surgery and a pacemaker. Well now I don't think she slept for six months after that.
My story isn't so sad, I am Bipolar Type I Rapid Cycling. I was diagnosed with Bipolar type 2 Rapid Cycle, which is rare in men. They, of course as it always ends up being, put me on the wrong medicine, it did things with my mind, and consiquiently I ended up attempting suicide. Obviously not successful, I quickly volunteer for admittance to a clinic. So, I am classed Bipolar Type I but the rapid cycles still fire off all the time. My ADHD is actually the one diesease I kind of like as long as I remember my pills.
How to cope with pain when she is like this now, is what I am struggling with right now. You would think that after awhile the pain wouldn't hurt so much, that the sting would have been dulled a little. HA!HA!HA! It gets worse, it must be the scar on the scar, the rip through healed fleash. You start to feel hollow inside, I have started trying to bottle the hurt, to act like it is no big deal. IT JUST HURTS SO BAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!
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