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Today I asked my mom if I could start seeing a psychiatrist because I highly suspect I’m bipolar. She asked me if I got suicidal sometimes or even thought about suicide before (yes, during depressive episodes) and I said no. I convinced her to let me see a psychiatrist, but she already thinks I’m a hypochondriac since I never answer questions like that truthfully (or at least when she asks them, I don’t).

Now, why did I say no? Well my biological father is severe bipolar disorder type 1. He was abusive, a drug addict, an alcoholic, and he and my mom divorced when I was 4. He and I act exactly the same when it comes to the bipolar disorder, so similar that I can tell that my mom sometimes sees him in me… And to be quite honest, it scares me. He was also suicidal during depressive episodes and if I were to say I was suicidal, then my mom would get all sappy and pity me (but I know that she would be scared at the same time).

I know that eventually she will have to know, but I’d rather tell a psychiatrist then have the psychiatrist tell her, rather than me tell her upfront. So all in all, was I wrong in telling her I’m not suicidal??? Should I have told her? Would it be better for her to hear it from me or from a psychiatrist???

Today I asked my mom if I could start seeing a psychiatrist because I highly suspect I’m bipolar. She asked me if I got suicidal sometimes or even thought about suicide before (yes, during depressive episodes) and I said no. I convinced her to let me see a psychiatrist, but she already thinks I’m a hypochondriac since I never answer questions like that truthfully (or at least when she asks them, I don’t).

Now, why did I say no? Well my biological father is severe bipolar disorder type 1. He was abusive, a drug addict, an alcoholic, and he and my mom divorced when I was 4. He and I act exactly the same when it comes to the bipolar disorder, so similar that I can tell that my mom sometimes sees him in me… And to be quite honest, it scares me. He was also suicidal during depressive episodes and if I were to say I was suicidal, then my mom would get all sappy and pity me (but I know that she would be scared at the same time).

I know that eventually she will have to know, but I’d rather tell a psychiatrist then have the psychiatrist tell her, rather than me tell her upfront. So all in all, was I wrong in telling her I’m not suicidal??? Should I have told her? Would it be better for her to hear it from me or from a psychiatrist???

i had a normal life before i was 14 and was homeless for a year living with my drug addict mom and not going to school then after a year i moved with my grandparents now i don’t go out that much and i have a low self esteem but i am a lot smarter now im a Sr in high school with all college prep and great grades but i just feel separated from most of my peers and i do not lie where this is headed but i really want to be normal again and go out with friends and not have anxiety

i have lots of pressure from my drunk mother ( but i moved out ) and i live with my boyfriend. my boyfriend stresses me out sometimes. i JUST started smoking. i am very small for my age. 5ft. and 110 pounds. i am very scared that i will get lung cancer because my lungs are probably very small also i really dont know. but i really need to stop being so stressed about stupid negative thoughts. if i only smoke a little, like a cigarette a day, or every other day, what are my chances of getting something wrong with me?

I was watching last nights episode of Teen Mom, and Caitlyn’s mom is out of control. She seems as if she is a drug addict to me, but I can’t be sure since she is white trash to the extreme, and maybe that is her only diagnosis. She is rude, and terrible to her daughter..I don’t understand how you would ever call your daughter and her friend “ignorant bitches” and be 100% serious..

Thoughts?

well i have EXTREMELY low self esteem. mostly about my body. im 5’3 and 115lbs. and every time i look down at my thighs, they look so huge. and im sucking in my stomach almost 100 percent of the time. i find myself doing it even wen im alone.
This could be partly my moms fault. Shes always constantly pressuring me to lose weight. She is obsessed with dieting. and she thinks of me as her “dieting buddy” rather then her sensitive teenage daughter. And its literally destroying my life. The only happy thoughts i have, is of me getting down to my all time goal weight. 97lbs. anyways, …iv had weight insecurities my whole life. (maybe because iv constantly…basically been encouraged to diet, and always knew how) and iv been on this binge/no eating diet for quite sometime and i feel trapped. my mommy calls it yo-yo dieting. i have lost 7lbs in one week from eating 400 calories a day, or not eating at all. my mom was so proud. i feel like that’s the only way to make her happy for me. OH and i have suicidal thoughts all the time, so bad that i just go into my room and cry. I feel angry all the time, and i find myself throwing my volleyball at my fence in my yard, as hard as i can because i don’t know how els to feel..relieved of everything i keep bottled up.oh yeah, and i was just getting back to normal,. loving myself, excepting myself, not thinking about my next dieting plan, and eating with out feeling guilty…then my mom dumps THIS on me (what im about to explain)….and now i fell right back into the dark place i was inching my way out of.

~ now that i basically told you my pathetic life story, let me tell you about my current situation; my mom is wants me to lose 10-15lbs while she loses 20lbs. apparently we will have a weigh in every saturday,…She will even measure my thighs, stomache and hips….if i don’t lose weight…then i will never hear the end of it, and she will make me scared to eat. so this is my diet plan for this week. (today is Saturday so, weigh in time will be exactly a week from today)
~mon- 800 healthy calories
~tuesday-700 healthy calories
~Wednesday-600
~thursday-500
~friday-400
~Saturday-none at all
i really hope this makes me lose as much weight as possible. its worked in the past.
well i hope you read all of of this, but let me tell you that feelings are beyond words, and i feel that nobody will ever understand exactly what im going through:( but i tried my best to explain it.
so is there anything actually wrong with me? or am i just plain hopeless and messed up. and what can i do to make my life more enjoyable?
thank you so much for reading and for your time.
god bless!

Im fifteen now. I have had bulimea for about three years;maybe a little more. I’ve realized I always BINGE and then would work out ECESSively to burn off all i ate. Well Im in ninth grade now and my emotions with food go up and down.. i HATE it :( one day its like I eat sooooooooo much and try to throw up but i cant so I workout alot. Im not skinny. I am 120 at about 5’2 i see fat on mee… some days im anorexic and dont eat that much at all! but then other days I binge eat and work it off! ANd other days i just eat alot and dont do anything! its like bipolar eating disorder ruining me. i drink hella hot tea so i can go to the bathroom alot.. but i also take laxatives when i eat WAY toooo much like for three hours straight just eating.. I HATE THIS >:( Im so fed up with my self.. My mom took me to my doctor and she said she was gonna get a psycologist for me but my mom doesnt caree:( she doesnt think i have a problem obiously just because am not tooo skinny! ( soorry about some typing..my keyboard isnt the best) but please tell me what should i do! i kNoW something is wrong with me . but what do i havee???!!! can you tell me exactly whats wrong with me?! and the biggest question is :CAN I GET HELPED BEFORE SUMMER BREAK BEGINS IN JUNE? G0D BLESS YOU ALLL WH0 HELPP :{{

I came from a family of six, three sisters, two parents. My mom was always either doing chores, running errands, or getting things done in general, she never had time to talk or have fun. My dad on the other hand worked all day and came home usually tired, he always was very strict and would sometimes get randomly angry. Which would result with him spanking us kids, until I reached my teenage years, and that’s when he hit me to let out his frustration. But other than that they weren’t too terrible. I always was hyper and very annoying to the people I was around growing up, saying and noticing things that didn’t really matter. I’ve only had a few great friends my entire life. I spent most of my time in my room, unless I had a reason to go out, which rarely occurred. I was home schooled growing up, but was in public school up until 3rd grade. Around 8th grade or so, I stopped paying attention and pretty much quit learning. When I was supposedly in 10th grade, I earned my ged, but it doesn’t feel like that much of an achievement. I moved all the time, having to switch to different groups of friends, until I moved to one town when I was 16. This is when my parents had a divorce. It turns out, my mom hasn’t loved my dad for years, which would explain my mom being distant to us kids. They both have been with somebody ever since, I don’t think they were ever single since the divorce. But that’s when they started fighting, which they still do now that i’m 18. Which is sad, but it’s mostly my dad. When I turned 17, I moved out for the first time, my parents assumed I could take care of myself, so I left. I moved in with a girlfriend, but we eventually went our separate ways, and I ended up moving around and living with different people, couch surfing if you will. It didn’t last long and I found myself living with my mom. After that I decided to move back to where I most favorite friend was living, and I ended up not seeing him that much, since I lived with a different friend. My best friend was still living with his parents so… But yeah that’s when I had a big ecstasy binge. Roughly around 30-40 ex pills within 4-5 months. Which caused me to move back where my family lives, I now stay with my aunt and uncle. I don’t have a job and spend most of my time inside. I’m always looking on the internet with what could be wrong with me. I have problems eating and sleeping. I can’t concentrate on shit, and when I hang out with someone it’s hard to maintain a conversation, even if it’s small talk. I have always found myself addicted to stimulants, like soda, cigarettes, ecstasy and prescription amphetamines. I have no desire or will power to get a job. I may be lazy, but I think it’s more than that. Because I have the strength to do the things that I like, but I don’t receive any happiness from them. I don’t have any motivation, my attention span is shit, I think I have an addiction to stimulants, and I’m lost, I don’t know what is wrong. At first, I just thought I was narcissistic. Thinking that’s why I never hang out with people cause I’m so wrapped up in my own problems, but that’s not it. Then I thought it would be add/adhd, which could be one of the reasons why. I also thought it could be from my home life growing up. Or because of the drug addiction. Maybe it’s a combination, I don’t know. I just need answers. I often find myself crying a lot, or feelings of having no emotions. Am I lacking guidance? Am I lost? Am I addicted? Am I just lazy? Or is my body lacking the chemicals I need to be and feel happy with life?

Sharon is a 25-year-old woman brought to the emergency room by her boyfriend, who has become progressively more alarmed at her complaints, demands, and erratic behaviors. Her chief complaint to the staff is “I keep thinking about wanting to kill myself.” Sharon is a competent secretary, has her own apartment, and is self-supporting. She is also attending university classes in the evening because she wants to advance her education and does not “want to stay a secretary all her life.”
The current crisis began when her boyfriend, John, refused to consider her demands for marriage after a 2-year exclusive relationship. Sharon began to call him at work demanding more and more time, finally threatening to kill herself if he didn’t spend every evening with her. John reported that her demands, phone calls, and escalating threats were becoming intolerable and were making him want to break off the relationship entirely. On the evening John brought Sharon to the emergency room, he had told her that he had to go on a business trip and would be away for several days. Sharon insisted that he was doing this just to get away from her. She became severely agitated and began to talk wildly about killing herself. In the emergency room, Sharon angrily belittles her boyfriend in front of the staff and accuses him of using and then rejecting her. After physically separating the arguing couple, the staff is able to obtain a history of the progressive development of Sharon’s symptoms.
In response to the stress of the past several months, Sharon had developed fluctuating depressive moods, a tendency to oversleep (especially sleeping in the evenings and on weekends), and a tendency to binge eat that has resulted in a 20-pound weight gain. Sharon says she is constantly anxious and has been having increasing difficulty concentrating on her studies. She has continued to work throughout this stressful period, seeking support from those in her office. Attention from John or her co-workers produces a brightening of her mood that she is able to sustain while they are with her.
Sharon experiences her most severe symptoms when she is alone. These include prolonged fantasies about killing her boyfriend and a desire to hurt herself. She says that on several occasions she has cut her thighs with razor blades and describes watching herself do this as if from a distance, numb and dead inside and feeling little pain. Sharon says that at these times she feels fat and unattractive as well as completely unlovable and worthless. At such moments, she calls John on the phone and threatens to commit suicide unless he comes and keeps her company. John reports that she has also begun to lost control of her temper. For example, shortly before he brought her to the emergency room, she attacked him with her fists in the midst of an argument.
Sharon was the youngest of four children and one of two girls. Her parents separated and divorced when she was 3 years old because her father’s alcoholism and physical abuse of his wife and children. A family secret was that Sharon was sexually abused when she was 10 years old by a brother 5 years her senior.
In adolescence, Sharon associated with a rebellious group and became involved in drug abuse and early sexual behaviors to fit in. Sharon said that her mother attributed Sharon’s teenage rebellion to a need to “find a father” and that she thought Sharon had gotten “her sexual urges confused with wanting to be loved and cared for.” By age 16, Sharon had already embarked on the pattern of chaotic unstable involvements with men that continue to characterize her adult life.
Her first drug overdose occurred at age 17 in response to a perceived rejection by her boyfriend. A series of intense relationships followed this incident, each of which followed a similar pattern: Sharon would become progressively more clinging until she gradually alienated her partners. Each rejection was marked by a period of anger and self-abuse, followed quickly by a new and identical relationship. Sharon’s current boyfriend is only the latest in a long series of disappointing partners.

Allright so I get these “spells” where all of the sudden I snap and start being Out of control. One time I got the spell (its like i feel dizzy) and I threw a coffe all over the inside of my car, b/c it was large and not medium, than i shouted fukk you and fukkk me and hit myself in the head.

One time i got the dizzy spell and i reached for a pot and banged it on my head till i was bleeding when my dad was yelling at me.

ANyways i was walking in walmart and all of the sudden i started to panic b/c i couldnt find my mom and the “Spell” came. I felt dizzy and i started to walk faster and faster un till my my basket hit this mans hand. “EEXXXCCUUSSEE MEE” he said really sarcasticaly and all of the sudden i dont know what happened i just yelled “FUKK YOU”

I have no idea why i would do that i would never ever do it but like i said these spells keep taking me over. 2 mins later i relized what i had done and the man and lady came over to me, and was like “WHY DID YOU SAY THAT TO MY HUSBAND” and i just started sobbing and was like ” I dont know please you gotta believe me i cant control this stuff, and im having such a hard time right now I dont want to talkabout it”

The man and lady saw that i wasnt mentally stable and told me it was okay and left, than i started to hypervenalate and Fainted right in the middle of walmart! my mom came and helped me.

Here is some background info about my mental alliments:

I was anorexic, now i struggle with eating disorders, like over excercising and such but its not as bad as it used to be.

When i was little My Ocd was really bad and i would have to hit stuff 12 times or other rituals involving numbers.

umm.. and Today is my “Binge day” where i binge on foods, and on other days i diet and excercise strictly

please help whats wrong with me? I cant conrtorl these Spells!
Yes i take anti-depressents and Xanax once a night
and i know its not low blood sugar, b/c today is my binge day so i had a full stomach when i fainted

Edgar Allan Poe Project – Rough Draft

Timeline

Edgar Allan Poe was born on January 19, 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts.
His father abandoned their family in 1810, and his mother died of tuberculosis in 1811.
Poe was taken in by a wealthy Scottish merchant named John Allan. He was a foster child, but never adopted.
Registered at the University of Virginia in February 1826 to study languages.
Left the University in 1827 and moved back to Boston. Worked as a clerk and newspaper writer.
Joined the army on May 27, 1827 under the name Edgar A. Perry, because he was four years too young to enlist.
Released his first book in 1827.
Was discharged from the U.S. Army in 1829.
Married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year old cousin on September 22, 1835.
Died in the Washington College Hospital on Sunday, October 7, 1849, at 5:00 in the morning after being found on the streets of Baltimore. His cause of death still today remains a mystery, but most believe it was a disease related to alcoholism.

10 of Poe’s Works

“The Raven”
“The Tell-Tale Heart”
“The Pit and the Pendulum”
“Annabel Lee”
“Lenore”
“The City in the Sea”
“The Black Cat”
“The Oval Portrait”
“Eldorado”
The Narrative of Arthur Gorden Pym of Nantucket

Definition

Supense is a feeling of growing tension and excitement felt by a reader. Suspense makes areader curious about the outcome of a story or an event within a story. A writer creates suspense by raising questions in the reader’s mind. The use of foreshadowing is one way that writers create suspense.

Summary of “The Raven”

“The Raven” is a work of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe.

Setting: The story takes place presumably in the main character’s study.

Main Character: The main character (who’s name is never mentioned) is falling asleep as he hears a tapping at his chamber door.

Conflict: When he opens the door he finds nothing. He opens the window and in flies a raven. The raven, who only says “Nevermore”, can be interpreted in three different ways. Some believe that what Poe was trying to say was that this raven was a messenger from the underworld who was sent to mentally torture him as he was grieving for his lost Lenore. Others believe (along with myself) that the raven flew into his study and didn’t say anything at all, but he was so sad over the death of Lenore that he would accept anything as a connection to his love, or that he just imagined the raven, and that it was never there at all.

Analysis of “The Raven”

Poe used many techniques of creating suspensemainly by describing vivid scenes and leaving questions unanswered. For example: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore – Nameless here for evermore.
He descibes his depression over the death of Lenore. Note the words “Bleak” and “Rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore”. He also leaves space for each reader to interpret the story. Could the raven be a supernatural creature? Could the man just be insane? I for one believe the most suspenseful line was: “Darkness there, and nothing more”. The reason being that he was scared to death of the tapping, and he makes the conclusion there is somebody at the door, and nobody is there, a method which is often used in horror movies, where when they go to see what that strange sound is, nothing is there, which leads you to conclude that something bad is going to happen.

she always makes stupid cracks about how i’m not responsible and how i have no common sense and how i’m not book smart either. she also won’t allow me to do certain things (get a job, get my driver’s permit, get any pets, etc.) because she thinks this about me. and she let’s everyone know that she thinks this about me and even laughs at it.

i’ve never given her any reason to not trust me or think any of these things about me. i wash the dishes, i clean my room, i clean the house, i take care of the dog while they’re away on trips, i watch kids @ the local YMCA for voluntary community service. i’m never late for school, i always come home early, i call if i’m going to be late, she always knows where i am and who i’m with and it’s not like i can get away with anything at home, seeing as i dont even have a door. i get 112% in english and all she says is “well let’s see how long you keep it that way.” i write my own books, i read all the time voluntarily, i take a foreign language, i took band, i take photography and i ride horses. i dnt have sex, i dnt do drugs, i dnt smoke, and i do drink once in a while, but i never get drunk and someone sober is always there anyway. (hey, i’m in high school)

also, everything is always my fault to her. my 24 year old brother almost beats up a kid at my high school and it’s my fault that i won’t forgive him. he throws tantrums and threatens me so i run away and i’m tearing the family apart and she demands to know “do you know what it’s like for me?” she also lies to get me to come around and when i do, nothing’s changed and when i mention it, she brushes it off. it’s my fault that we don’t have enough money and whatever else.

i honestly don’t understand what i’m doing wrong so why does my mother do this?

Me and my fake nicece have been fight every sence Christmas up to this day. For several diffenert reasons. We had made plans to go to the movie as our Christmas traddtion. My neice (Yasmeen) spent two hours with us opening preasnts and took off around 9:30 am to spend Christmas with her boyfriend’s family. I have a slight problem with that, because she had done this last year and the past 2 Thanksgiving but that is beside the point. She came home around 8ish and the movie was to start a 9:40. I had asked her was she ready to go and she had said “no, I tired besides I have been out all day with Joe’s family”. I was pissed as hell and left to contuinie the tradition alone. By the time I had gotten back she wasn’t here. I found out that she went to the movie anyway with her boyfriend and brother (Mind you we all live together). Still mad I have s tindency to clean, I picked up the rapping paper and straight up the living room. While I was at the movies she decide to dump out the chocolate that was in her stocking and left it on the ground and couch. Mind you I own two dogs who rome freely in the house. I came home and notice bits and picece of chocolate rapping foil. I told her about what had happend with the dogs and a little bit about how she faked on me (witch wouldn’t be the first) I also told her that it was her fault. She had said something along the line of oh well, not my fault or your problem not mine. I told her that what she had did hurt, and this would not be the first time she has done something like this. She did not show any remorse so I started to call her fake (and a few other names). I will say this I am at fault too I don’t want to make it seem like I am the victume here. I was pissed and deside to take a childish approch. I sent her 5 or 6 text messages say that she is a B@#$H and she is fake and so on. I had gotten boarded I guest and wanted to piss her off make her as mad as she made me. So I wrote over a hundred sign calling her name taping them up on her walls and door, but at the last moment I felt that this wasn’t gona do any good to my cause so I took them all down except for one. I sprayed adhesive it to her window. I tried to take it off, but it really stuck. So anyway four days later her brother see it, so he tell his mother. She had confronted me about this and I had told her that I was the one who had done that. So of couse my sister as always changes her story to my father saying that I dilibratly broke the fake whore’s window. I confronted my sister about her lie. (witch by the way she has been cought up telling before) So my father calls me and asked me did you break the window, I told no. I wrote a nasty note and pasted it to her window that was it. My father had asked me who did, I said it was Joe (Yasmeen boyfriend). He then asked why would he have done that (In a I don’t real believe voice). I told the truth he has been sneaking into that window to not be seen be you, apperently he lives here. (Under my father’s nose for up to a year now). I was about to warn my nicece of what information my father has now, she over heard what I said or he called her one of the two and she runs up stair start complaining about this all this being my fault. This is the funny thing her boyfriend has caused alot physical damage to a bunch of places in our home. Granted two incidences the blame was on us both. He has made four hole, broke two doors, cracked 3 windows, all in our rental property, also smoked and give away other people’s weed. Every single stupid act that he has done has a tendicey to automatilly be blamed on me. Granted I have taken so much blame for him, it’s stupid. But I cared enough about her and him to allow the blame to be on me so not to cause problem between my father and him. With the amount of trouble I use to get into and I am trying to change and gain my father trust back. So if I had told him I don’t know( like she wanted too) he would not have believed it, and thought I did it. I understand that the sign on her window is strictly my fault, but it is not my fault that your boyfriend got caught up in this. Beside when my father found my nephew was weed and selling and he found out that Yasmeen (my fake nicece), Joe(boyfriend), and myself we got into trouble with him. So knowing this situation what are a few ways to resolve this? Secondly am I wrong with the divulge of this information? Third does this seem to be really petty and child like? Fourth I know that there is gonna be some kind of retaliation from the fake chick’s part, but how do I stop myself from getting her back. (Note I do have a problem when it come to payback, I always try to one up prior come uppens). Fifth how do I honestly express my feeling about this whole situation and keeping the ear of my niece and not want to jump across the table to kill her for putting my dogs in harms way. Sixth (really this is the last one) I know own her a apologize about the names I called her to her face and behind

Here it goes: I am in my mid-twenties, I am in college, I have a good job (somewhat) for the moment, but I feel like nothing is going right. My parents cheated on each other when I was young, and that led to the death of my father due to alcoholism and drug abuse. I never really trusted women because of that…

I have sought help, but I feel that it has done nothing for me. However, there was this one girl I have taken a liking to — and it was odd. She is my supervisor, so we are not really allowed to date. I got to know her better, and it turns out she is exactly like me. Even the same life experiences. Her parents cheated on each other as well at a young age.

She read the same books I have, knows the same quotes, everything. Therefor, I was comfortable being myself around her. I have always shunned women away when they advance; I was always scared to get hurt. This woman I liked, and developed feelings for her. She complains all the time about how nobody likes her, that she is stuck up, etc. I talk to her about it.

I have taken her to places outside of work to sit and talk. She told me she was seeing another guy. I know of the guy, and he is a person who is divorced — she always said she wanted to feel important and get married and stay together forever. Why would you want to be with someone who has already been divorced? When a marriage ends, it is because BOTH people aren’t willing to make it work; regardless of what the other tells you — it is mutual.

I was devastated… So, I told her we couldn’t really talk anymore like that. She said she wasn’t really ready for me to stop talking to her. I told her it was my decision. She then put her head down and said she had a lot to think about. Well, a couple weeks later, my friend said she was crying. So, I took her out again and did something special for her.

I purchased a 2-cent penny and showed it to her. I told her it was over 140 years old — that is 2 lifetimes in this one coin. I told her we will both make a wish, and since there is only one coin, as long as our wishes do not contradict, they will come true.

I told her that there is something coming up in the month of August, and that it is something you can only do once in a lifetime. I told her to call me and let me know if she wished to go. She finally got back with me, saying she cannot. I asked her why, and she said it was because she was my supervisor.

I told her I am not talking to my supervisor; I am talking to the person outside of work. I told her to tell me the real reason. She said she can’t because of her relationship — one that she says she regrets being in, but yet she keeps going back. Perhaps it is because he has money.

I live at home to help my mother out because when my father died, he left her with loads of debt. If I do not stay here, she will be thrown out on the street. We really haven’t any other family, so it sucks. I feel trapped. I feel like a complete loser — and I can’t help it. I do things with friends, but yet I always feel empty. I work out and I am toned — I like my body, but yet I feel there is something wrong with me.

So… I texted her back and told her that our wishes contradict. I know they did…because I wished for her. I told her good luck in her relationship and that it is really over — which I do mean. The greatest gift you can give somebody is comfortability enough to be themselves — without having to prove themselves or worry about being judged. I gave her that. I felt I was actually warming up to someone. I did…but one of the rare times I did, I get shunned.

Now, I begin thinking about everything going wrong with my life… I have no other family except my mother, brother and sister… I have to live at home in my mid-twenties. I haven’t enough care in me now to even try in school. I feel like I am alienated in my family as well because I am the only one attending college. I cannot stand this feeling.

People say there is someone out there for you, but where? I mean, is there, really for someone like me? I literally jump at the thought of a relationship, but yet I want one. I want to show a girl things that really haven’t ever been seen before, yet, I look for the first reason to call off a relationship. What is wrong with me? She keeps saying she wants to be important to someone, yet she completely overlooked me for some other guy after I told her how I felt about her. I didn’t confess love, for I don’t, but I really liked her and thought there was something there. I felt I was meant to meet this person for a reason. When I say felt, I MEAN I FELT I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET THIS GIRL FOR A REASON. I would have never done anything like that before. I know this is nothing new in the world. Perhaps it is cliche, but this stuff will always be new to me; I was never any good at it. Is there something wrong with me? What can I do?

I’ll try to make this short.
A 7 y/o girl that I watch for a couple hours on the weekend told her 6 y/o mixed cousin that she was a n***er and that the 7 y/o would never accept the 6 y/o as family. The mom of the 7 y/o is a drug addict and is on a binge right now and she isn’t listening to the 6 y/o mom or her grandmother. When they try to explain it to her she says “but mommy does it….”
I figure since the 7 y/o is quite fond of me and likes me, I would give it a shot to try to make her understand that what her mom does isn’t always right and what she said to the 6 y/o was wrong and that I know she loves her mom and her mom loves her and everything.
How would you go about telling her?

The story “Because My Father Always Said He Was the Only Indian Who saw Jimi Hendrix Play ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ at Woodstock” by Sherman Alexie displays several issues Native Americans face everyday. In this story Alexie touches on how alcoholism and other social issues prevent Native American families from having positive relationships. Victor’s dad becomes a victim of American society, therefore he becomes an alcoholic and leaves his family even if this was a rare occurrence in the Native American culture.
The biggest issue Victor’s parents had was Alcoholism. It seems like alcohol is the main reason nothing in the family is working out. It is one of the reasons Victor’s dad is not there for him a lot, and at the same time it’s one of the reasons why Victor’s parents relationship did not work out. One can not help but think of how alcohol can disrupt a family and cause nothing but turmoil. When his dad’s favorite musician Jimi Hendrix came over to drink with him, Victor’s dad would drink so much that he would pass out on the kitchen floor and Victor would sleep right next to him. “My father would weep, attempt to hum along with Jimi, and then pass out with his head on the kitchen table”. Victor’s dad just showed no responsibility what so ever. Doing all of this in front of his child obviously meant that he cared more about his pleasure than his son’s future. The chances of being an alcoholic like Victor’s dad and having a functional family are slim. Alcohol addictions is families often causes both psychological and physical abuse and the effect it has on everyone in the family is huge. “An alcoholic can totally disrupt family life and cause harmful effects that can last a lifetime.” (Parsons) In this story, Victor represents the thousands of children in America that are victims of family abuse to Alcohol. “According to U. S. Department of Health and Human Services and SAMHSA’s (Substance Abuse & Mental Health Services Administration) National Clearinghouse for Alcohol and Drug Information, seventy six million American adults have been exposed to alcoholism in the family.” (Parsons). These staggering statistics show that this is a serious issue, one which has to be solved one way or another.
Victor’s father makes some poor decisions as a father, but at the same time is a victim of the American society. Native Americans tend to get trapped in American culture because drinking alcohol is looked at as no big deal, but because Native Americans are not used to it, it affects them much worse. According to Cheryl Hissong alcohol is a big dilemma in the Native American everyday lives. “But the price of alcohol continues to be felt in today’s Native American culture and everyday life. As more and more of the Native culture and heritage became lost in the modernizing effects of European colonization, many Native Americans found themselves caught in limbo between two worlds.” This story shows pieces of this idea Hissong has. Victor’s family is an Indian family which has its own culture slowly adapting to the American lifestyle.
In the story, Victor’s dad starts getting used to American society and starts to forget about his own culture and heritage. A couple of different parts of the story show that Victor’s father is losing his Native American cultural identity. At one point in the story, Victor’s father is talking to his son about music and how Native American children are so used to hearing drums that they think that is all they need. “You think that’s all you need, Hell, son, even an Indian needs a piano or guitar or saxophone now and again.” Victor’s father is accepting these American musical instruments, and is not trying to maintain his identity as a Native American anymore. His father does not follow tradition when the marriage with Victor’s mother does not work out. Victor compares break ups in a Native American marriage a hundred years ago to a more modern break up which his parents go through. “A hundred years ago, an Indian marriage was broken easily. The woman or man just packed up all their possessions and left the tipi. There were no arguments, no discussions. Now, Indians fight their way to the end, holding onto the last good thing, because our whole lives have to do with survival.” His parents have obviously adapted to a new lifestyle, a more “modren” one in which the couples fight and get into arguments before they separate. They are not following tradition of separating peacefully, because they are forgetting about their culture and adapting to the American way of doing things.
Victor’s parents relationship was not a positive one at all. One of the biggest family problems with alcoholics is violence and there was a lot of it in their relationship. They fought constantly. Victor mentions that them making love at night makes up for all of the fighting. “I know exactly what it sounds like when my parents are touching each other. It makes up for knowing exactly what they sound like wh

I was very drunk saturday night, and had a bad hangover yesterday. Could this just be an after affect of the alcohol? There’s a bug bite on my arm.

I just don’t know anymore…My parents are 35 now and i am 19. I have been in counseling since i was 7, i started smoking pot when i was 12, I got kicked out of my first highschool when i was 13, at that point my mother couldnt deal with me any longer and asked me to leave her house, my father moved out of his parents house and we got an apartment together, my father used crack during this entire time and wouldn’t come home for weeks, at 14 i tried cocaine and after a month i was using about 7 grams every 4 days or so, My father used to sneak in my room and steal money from my pockets while i slept.. i knew he was doing it i just was afraid and hurt so i just let him do it and didnt say anything.. total of 5 thousand over two years, i paid half the rent with money i got from selling weed and even one time i had to make the full payment, when i was 14 i got kicked out of my second highschool and coincidentally we also got evicted out of our apartment, We moved and i ended up saving about 50-60 grand from selling drugs at 15 years old, My father only got worse and i finally caught him with 30 crack pipes in his drawer… which he wouldnt admit to even when i showed him that i found them, I over dosed on cocaine twice in this time, I was then charged with 2nd degree aggrivated assault and attemtped murder… i was aquitted on the attempted murder because it was self defense, i was on probation at the time and i failed some drug tests for cocaine so the judge decided sending me to a long term rehab was the best option as i was only 15, I then went to the youth detention center until there was an open bed in the inpatient rehab, After being there for 4 months i was transfered to the rehab, That place… it makes me want to cry. I went through some profound changes there.. When i went in i was happy, almost too energetic, outgoing, sports active, easy to make friends with, honorable, i always talked with everyone about their problems and tried to help, i never backed down and i used to care. Slowly i started to change… within three months i was put into anger management and i was diagnosed with Chronic Depression.. The plan was when i get out to move back in with my father but after being in for 6 months he went into the army and moved to hawaii.. After that i talked with my mother and i would be moving back in with her. My younger sister turned 2 while i was in rehab and my mother had 2 other children while i was in… After being there for 14 months i finally got to go “home”. After i was fitted with an ankle bracelet so i couldnt leave me house unless it was for school or work for 4 months. I was 16 at this point and i dropped out of school and got my GED and started working and going to Community College. Everything was going alright except my mother just didnt treat me the same anymore. The only way i can explain it is that she was just… mean and not caring, she never hugged me or told me she loved me anymore. I wasn’t using drugs for that 4 months and two months after i got off the bracelet, i then started drinking and smoking pot again, i took acid 3 times and i did shrooms 3 times, 3 days after i turned 17 my mother informed me she was moving 4 states away and that i wasn’t going with her, I then moved in with my grandparents, at this point i only had 15 grand left out of the 50 i had, by chance i met a beautiful girl and we started dating, we had a great relationship for about a year and a half with minimal argueing, we have been dating 2 and a half years now and all we do is fight every day, I failed out of College and i started using extacy, At that time i was about 18 and a half, Then out of nowhere i started stealing left and right, I lost my group of friends because i stole from them… i stole 8 thousand from my grandparents… and i even took a twenty from my girlfriend at one point.. her father had given her a debit card for emergencys and i started taking that and withdrawing money from it probably around 3 thousand dollars… I am 19 and a half now, me and my girlfriend are at the worst point ever, my grandparents want me thrown out, my father was killed in Iraq 3 months ago, since that day i was using around 6-10 extacy pills a day… I have forgotten almost the entire past year of my life… i stopped doing extacy 2 weeks ago after i texted my girlfriend saying i was going to kill myself (just for attention) and was placed in a hospital for 15 and a half hours….
Now i am never happy, I am always angry and yelling, i literally can’t carry conversations with people anymore… i just can never think of anything to say, i have literally 0 friends, i am still stealing…. i make a huge deal out of little nothings and hours later i forget how or why i even felt that way, i have lost my drive to do anything, all i do everyday is wait for my girlfriend to get to my house, we’ll argue and she’ll leave then i just mess with these 18 turtles i have and upgrad

I was watching last nights episode of Teen Mom, and Caitlyn’s mom is out of control. She seems as if she is a drug addict to me, but I can’t be sure since she is white trash to the extreme, and maybe that is her only diagnosis. She is rude, and terrible to her daughter..I don’t understand how you would ever call your daughter and her friend “ignorant bitches” and be 100% serious..

Thoughts?

My mother lost custody of my little sister when she was 12 because my mother is an alcoholic. She got her back dec 05 right before she turned 16. She will be 18 this year. My mom has let her drop out of school ( she makes excuses for her) lets her spend the night with her boyfriend. My sister is very disrespectful she treats my mom like crap but my mom just puts up with it. My sister has been taking pills with her boyfriend and I will ask my mom if she talked to my sister about it and she says ” no not yet” this is not new news the pill thing, I think a few weeks is long enough to talk to her. I have an older sister that is a druggie stripper that does a crappy job taking care of her child. I do not want my younger sister to turn out like the older one she idolizes her. She is headed in the same path. I try to talk to her but she will not listen to me. I am married and stable so she acts like I am an old prude because I tell her what she is doing is wrong I am only 24.