I am a 43 yr. old female, work full-time in I.T. tech support-although, currently on intermittent FMLA.
Why am I here? Why not 20 years ago
I'm here because I need the support of feeling not alone in this weird world of pdocs and meds and indescribable feelings.
I have a history of psychological issues-however slight. Diagnosed with OCD about 20 years ago, but should have also been treated more intensely for other problems/feelings. I'm sure I was Bipolar, GAD, depressed...etc, even back then. I think perhaps I've been a little "touched" my whole life.
But I'm crazy now because life went to hell last Dec. 4th, a Thursday. It's been almost a year and in that year I have feel apart.
December 4th I came home from work and found that my husband of 15 yrs had left his safe open. A safe I had NEVER even seen the inside of ever. I felt it was harmless-his privacy and for safety. I could not help but snoop. What I found has changed my life forever, and I thought being cheated on by my first husband was the worse kind of betrayal, but it isn't.
I found nude photos of my daughter, his step-daughter he raised since 6yrs old, and 2 pair of her worn panties. The photos were not taken by him but stolen from my daughter private belonging in her bedroom. That makes it no less an issue in my mind. Daughter is 20 now and hasn't lived at home for a few years.
When he got home I immediately confronted him-he was near speechless and I left him to himself that night and next day went back home to discuss what this really was/meant.
He admitted to stealing the items and using them for self gratification, agreed he was sick and we'd get counseling. We did seek counseling, the first session together but then separate psyches. During our first session I learned little-except he admitted he had done this and it had been going on for many years "a long time".
I continue to see both the pdoc and the psychologist. My husband lost his job due to down sizing and lost his insurance. That same day, he canceled all DR appts. He was also going to SA meetings but once he stopped DR visits he stopped SA meetings also.
I've been a mess-totally. I spent this last spring trying to find a way to stay with him. Anyway/anything that would make it 'ok' for me to stay. Everyone: DRs, family, friends, detectives, coworkers, clergy/minister...everyone said there was no way to stay. I finally went to his dad. He helped the most saying "there isn't anything unforgivable". That helped for a bit. But I could not face being a bad mother and I always said my child came first. Did I mean it or not?
My daughter is hurt to say the least, will barely talk about it and not to anyone but me. Sometimes I think I should not have told her all. We did try to prosecute, after much prodding from me she agreed to see detectives. We were left unable to prosecute, unable to prove age in the picture even though we are sure she was 15 in the picture. No case, so he does not have to pay for his actions-yet.
Feb. 14th I walked into him sitting at the PC with his pants down just enough, and a head shot of my daughter on the screen and he was...
I checked the PC to see what else he had just then been looking at- it included 2 pictures of his barely developed niece, and the unflattering picture of my daughter, plus some girlfriends of the niece.
I still stayed until Aug. 28th.
I rented an appt. in Jan. and Feb. 2009 but did not stay one night there-just wasted the money.
Then rented a house in July 2009 and stayed my first night Aug. 28th. 2009
There are lots of details left out. I hope this back ground hasn't made you stop reading by now.
What it comes down to now is-I'm crazy. not him-ME!
Oct. 10th this year, last month actually, I tried to kill myself. No other words to say it to understand the action. I've wanted to die times before, I thought. But now I know what REALLY wanting it feels like!
After an ugly phone conversation that Sat. morning with my husband, I decided to take a couple extra Ks to make the pain stop/feel better. But then I didn't stop taking them. Didn't think. No note. I didn't think about my daughter-which has always made me in past rough times know I would not kill myself. I did not consider my 2 dogs there with me at the time. I just kept taking the Ks, until my neighbor called to invite me out with her that evening. I causally told her I'd had taken 60 Klonopins, but would be fine by evening. She rushed home. In her drive time I took 20 more. She arrived, took my remaining pills, and had someone bring us some epicat which I faked puking and spit it out 3 times.
The neighbor returned to work saying she would call 30 min. and if no answer...
Well I started taking everything I had as soon as she left. All the wellbutrins (after scrapping coating off) and limictals.
The next thing I remember is waking up in ICU with tubes everywhere. I had been on life support for two days.
Worthless crazy is how I feel. It didn't work and now the world knows my ugliness.
Long story-you've no idea...ok, I guess you do-that's why I'm here right?
I will now post in the appropriate area with my questions and concerns.
Thanks for listening.
I guess I'll be around for awhile
I'm fine with being crazy, it's all I know.
DX-Bipolar II sever rapid cycling, GAD, OCD, and maybe something psychotic-pdoc might be crazy too.
RX-Limictal 200mg, Klonopin 4mg, Wellbutrin 100mg, Trazadone 100mg, Risperdal .50mg

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