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Rumple Foreskin
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Fair enough. But if there's AUTOnecrophilia, it follows as night doth the day that there must be MANUALnecrophilia. So what's the difference?dr_mabeuse said:
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All of the above. Including hoplessly normal. And I have yet to see anyone who isn't at least two of those NOT counting Hopelessly Normal, and yet that is what makes us all normal.
hydrex
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impressive said:
296.3 and 301.83
what does that tell you?
Funny how a lot of us have depression. Does depression cause us to come to Lit or does Lit cause depression?
carsonshepherd
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moderate social anxiety. Otherwise pretty fucking normal and don't keep staring at me like that!!!
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Wildcard Ky
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I don't like being pigeonholed into one category, so I checked ADD, BiPolar, depression, obsessive compulsive, and other.
At one time or another throughout a normal week, they all fit.
I've never been to a pshrink, but I get the feeling that one would really like to get ahold of me one day. There's enough shit going on in here for them to write a book about.
At one time or another throughout a normal week, they all fit.
I've never been to a pshrink, but I get the feeling that one would really like to get ahold of me one day. There's enough shit going on in here for them to write a book about.
Joe Wordsworth
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D. None of the above.
carsonshepherd
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Belegon said:
I think writers are a strange mix of towering ego and massive insecurity. I know I am.
OhMissScarlett
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I thought I was fine, but a few days ago I saw a commercial about bi-polar disorder and I seemed to have all the symptoms. They say you never know when you're really mentally ill, I guess I didn't.
Before that, I told my insurance company I had to go to a tanning bed because of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which may or may not have been true.
Before that, I told my insurance company I had to go to a tanning bed because of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which may or may not have been true.
minsue
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Unipolar depression (Damn bipolars get all the fun. What I wouldn't give for a bit o' mania.) with a possible mild schizophrenia thrown in for good measure. The only shrink I've been to chalked it all up to depression, but schizophrenia is definitely not unknown in my family and I have trouble believing the paranioa, delusions, and hallucinations that I'm been prone to at times are all due solely to depression. Then again, maybe I'm just delusional.
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carsonshepherd said:
Moi aussi.
Huckleman2000
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dr_mabeuse said:
Reminds me of a favorite one-line joke:
"I really enjoy homosexual necrophilia", said Frank in dead earnest.
Dysthymic here (chronic depression with episodes of major depression, sometimes called "double") with ADD. And, I probably drink too much.
elsol
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I'm in the hopelessly stable category.
The worst 'bout' of depression I ever felt was when I found out I was born 15 days to late to be allowed entry into West Point after high school graduation.
It lasted... 5 minutes... and to be honest MOST/IF NOT ALL was teenage melodrama "Woh, with me..." It's really sort of embarrassing when I think back on it.
For the most part my only psychological problem is... a mild addiction to naked females.
Sincerely,
ElSol
The worst 'bout' of depression I ever felt was when I found out I was born 15 days to late to be allowed entry into West Point after high school graduation.
It lasted... 5 minutes... and to be honest MOST/IF NOT ALL was teenage melodrama "Woh, with me..." It's really sort of embarrassing when I think back on it.
For the most part my only psychological problem is... a mild addiction to naked females.
Sincerely,
ElSol
Huckleman2000
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Still Crazy After All These Years
I hesitate to write this, because I can see no way that it isn't going to come across somehow wrong.
There has long been a sort of romanticization of neuroticism amongst the literati, to string together a few pretensions. From comedians and playwrights centered around New York in the 60s and beyond, to today's depression poster-children (who aren't exactly the literati, but go with me for a minute...). No one who doesn't shoot insulin twice a day jumps on the diabetes bandwagon. "Oh yeah, I start to lose cognition without the right carb balance - WHOA!"
None of us wants to be completely "normal", if that means boring, bourgeois', and banal. However, in the context of mental illness, concepts such as "normal" and "inspired" and "tortured" and "insightful" sometimes blur. Cutting off an ear and mailing it to an unrequited love, while one's artwork languishes, misunderstood or unappreciated, takes on a mythical quality in the fulsome of time. Still, it's a pretty bizarre thing to do, regardless.
This thread makes me uncomfortable. Having experienced the incapacitation of full-blown depression, and the realization that most people really don't go through life with the chronic self-doubt, guilt, hopelessness, and cynicism that I do, and really don't quite grok such a state, no matter their empathy or understanding, and yet own up to such symptoms with a hearty "buck'em up" attitude... I feel alienated even more. I don't mean this as a put-down of "normal" people or anyone who's posted to the thread. It's just my reaction, and it feels wrong. ...and maybe that's the crux of the issue.
For a brief moment before the split of my marriage, I started taking St. John"s Wort after seeing a newsmagazine show about it, and recognizing myself in the list of symptoms; and I had a glimpse of "well-being". I looked at the mountains during a walk, and felt happiness, just out of the beauty of nature. I vacuumed the floor, and got it done faster than I ever had, without futzing around doing I don't know what. And I changed the bag, and forgot to latch the case, and the case popped open and the bag spasmed around like a wild animal, and it surprised me and looked so funny that I stopped vacuuming and laughed so hard that my wife and son came to see what was the matter with me.
Shortly thereafter, I realized my wife was seeing other people - or, a person at a time, I guess, but it had been going on for some time and with increasing seriousness. And I guess I knew about it, but I didn't think I could say anything about it, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it anyway. I didn't think my feelings were important, or that they made sense. But I finally got enough perspective that I broached the subject.
Speaking with several therapists, and from my own experience, there is a time when it seems like a light is turned on, and before that you never even knew you were in the dark.
Since then, I've gone through a divorce, awful job stress, getting fired, a horrendously long period of unemployment...I've lost track of a baseline, and I"m a fairly high-functioning nutball It's just that I've been in fight-or-flight mode for so long.
I experiment with degrees of contentiousness online - I love logic, and like debate, and rhetoric and argument are styles of writing that I enjoy.
I've lost track of where I was going with this. I sort of want to apologize, and sort of want to say, speaking of mental illness in a cavalier way is vaguely offensive, in a way that I can't quite articulate.
Having said all that, though, Terri Schiavo is a vegetable (excuse me, "in a persistent vegetative state"), and should be allowed the dignity of passing. If there's one thing I've learned through all this mental illness crap, it's this: the brain is an organ, just like the stomach or pancreas or testicles. I believe people are imbued with a life force, and maybe the brain is the organ through which that force takes form. But if the brain isn't functioning at a certain level, the life force can't take form, and we have to release it to find the means of expression it needs. Sorry for bring that up here.
I hesitate to write this, because I can see no way that it isn't going to come across somehow wrong.
There has long been a sort of romanticization of neuroticism amongst the literati, to string together a few pretensions. From comedians and playwrights centered around New York in the 60s and beyond, to today's depression poster-children (who aren't exactly the literati, but go with me for a minute...). No one who doesn't shoot insulin twice a day jumps on the diabetes bandwagon. "Oh yeah, I start to lose cognition without the right carb balance - WHOA!"
None of us wants to be completely "normal", if that means boring, bourgeois', and banal. However, in the context of mental illness, concepts such as "normal" and "inspired" and "tortured" and "insightful" sometimes blur. Cutting off an ear and mailing it to an unrequited love, while one's artwork languishes, misunderstood or unappreciated, takes on a mythical quality in the fulsome of time. Still, it's a pretty bizarre thing to do, regardless.
This thread makes me uncomfortable. Having experienced the incapacitation of full-blown depression, and the realization that most people really don't go through life with the chronic self-doubt, guilt, hopelessness, and cynicism that I do, and really don't quite grok such a state, no matter their empathy or understanding, and yet own up to such symptoms with a hearty "buck'em up" attitude... I feel alienated even more. I don't mean this as a put-down of "normal" people or anyone who's posted to the thread. It's just my reaction, and it feels wrong. ...and maybe that's the crux of the issue.
For a brief moment before the split of my marriage, I started taking St. John"s Wort after seeing a newsmagazine show about it, and recognizing myself in the list of symptoms; and I had a glimpse of "well-being". I looked at the mountains during a walk, and felt happiness, just out of the beauty of nature. I vacuumed the floor, and got it done faster than I ever had, without futzing around doing I don't know what. And I changed the bag, and forgot to latch the case, and the case popped open and the bag spasmed around like a wild animal, and it surprised me and looked so funny that I stopped vacuuming and laughed so hard that my wife and son came to see what was the matter with me.
Shortly thereafter, I realized my wife was seeing other people - or, a person at a time, I guess, but it had been going on for some time and with increasing seriousness. And I guess I knew about it, but I didn't think I could say anything about it, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it anyway. I didn't think my feelings were important, or that they made sense. But I finally got enough perspective that I broached the subject.
Speaking with several therapists, and from my own experience, there is a time when it seems like a light is turned on, and before that you never even knew you were in the dark.
Since then, I've gone through a divorce, awful job stress, getting fired, a horrendously long period of unemployment...I've lost track of a baseline, and I"m a fairly high-functioning nutball
It's just that I've been in fight-or-flight mode for so long.I experiment with degrees of contentiousness online - I love logic, and like debate, and rhetoric and argument are styles of writing that I enjoy.
I've lost track of where I was going with this. I sort of want to apologize, and sort of want to say, speaking of mental illness in a cavalier way is vaguely offensive, in a way that I can't quite articulate.
Having said all that, though, Terri Schiavo is a vegetable (excuse me, "in a persistent vegetative state"), and should be allowed the dignity of passing. If there's one thing I've learned through all this mental illness crap, it's this: the brain is an organ, just like the stomach or pancreas or testicles. I believe people are imbued with a life force, and maybe the brain is the organ through which that force takes form. But if the brain isn't functioning at a certain level, the life force can't take form, and we have to release it to find the means of expression it needs. Sorry for bring that up here.
matriarch
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I'm not only hopelessly normal......I'm boringly normal.
At the moment I'm on the menopausal mood swing (do NOT mess with me, or tell me I'm wrong, or play emotional music, or show me a sloppy film, or step on my clean floor.......get the picture??), but that too will pass. And then I'll slowly descend into gentle (or not) senility, when I will say and do just what I please, and fuck to the rest of the world.
At the moment I'm on the menopausal mood swing (do NOT mess with me, or tell me I'm wrong, or play emotional music, or show me a sloppy film, or step on my clean floor.......get the picture??), but that too will pass. And then I'll slowly descend into gentle (or not) senility, when I will say and do just what I please, and fuck to the rest of the world.
English Lady
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i went for other as i had a bit of post -natal depression and i suffer with some degree of SAD (I am soooooo happy spring is here!!!!) so i don'tthink i'm particularly normal*L*
English Lady
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I honestly don't think normal exsists.
impressive
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OhMissScarlett said:Before that, I told my insurance company I had to go to a tanning bed because of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which may or may not have been true.
Y'know, I really think it helps the blahs associated with SAD. I'm not sure if it's the light itself, or that you're not pale as a corpse when you look in the mirror. Ten minutes once a week.
And for Huckleman: I don't see this thread as a bandwagon kinda thing 'cause it's cool to be weird. Sometimes, ya just gotta shake your head and laugh about your situation -- or, um, go nuts.
