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I stopped posting because I had the audacity to have a different view to some and got abuse that was way over the topBet there are a few that stopped posting for one reason or another.
I stopped posting because I had the audacity to have a different view to some and got abuse that was way over the topBet there are a few that stopped posting for one reason or another.
Jeff, why not write us an article again? You may find it helpful to divert your thoughts onto your favourite team for a few hours more.Hi everyone.
Thank-you, from the bottom of my heart for all of your concern. I am incredibly touched and very much moved by this thread.
Truth is, I've not been very well at all. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm still alive, considering the places I have been.
I've been recently diagnosed with complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, this ranges back from things over the past 30 years, both personally and professionally. Being a front line 24/7 emergency services worker for 18 years has not helped either.
Coupled with that, I've been going through a nasty divorce since March 2020. For 10 years I suffered from some pretty horrendous psychological abuse from my now ex wife. Not happy that I took control, before I either ended up in prison - by completely flipping and doing something daft, or ending it all, I managed to just find enough strength to get out before either happened. Obviously my ex wife didn't like me wrestling the control back for myself, and got very nasty.
So I did what many people do. I hid away and withdrew.
I am pleased to say I've been having Psychotherapy and I am on the maximum dose of medication they can give me.
I've also been off work since mid May and I am still not fixed.
My reason for sharing is two fold. Please, please, please, it is bloody hard to say "I need help" Half the time you don't know you need it, and to hold your hand up and ask for it is probably the hardest decision you can make.
Secondly, when you are flipping between complete withdrawal from life and utter sheer panic, normally around things that most of society would be puzzled by.
It has been horrendous, but I am hopefully getting better.
It wasn't until today, when I remembered this site, and I did a search on the last post I made. I then saw this one. It made me cry, as such was the kindness in it. So thank-you again.
Please let me reassure you that Mini Jeff is not so mini any more and is approaching 13 and he is growing very quickly. We still sit in the same seats and although the football hasn't been amazing (this season) in a way it has been kind to me. When I chose our seats years ago, it meant I am not surrounded by a lot of people, I sit on an end seat and I can look out on to the pitch.
As the football has not been great, it has meant that the two biggest triggers for me, loud noise and crowded areas, has not been as greater impact as it could have been.
So, I have managed to build up what little tolerance of those two things, gradually.
I am a long way to being cured, but I am on that path now, I hope you've all managed throughout this past two and a half years and if you're struggling, please ask for help. The alternative is frankly too scary to explain.
Take care all
UTI.
Nice to hear from you, if I was closer I would sing Always look on the bright side of life dadumptyoh e t c , On the other hand my Mrs says that wouldnt help you . Keep smiling !Hi everyone.
Thank-you, from the bottom of my heart for all of your concern. I am incredibly touched and very much moved by this thread.
Truth is, I've not been very well at all. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm still alive, considering the places I have been.
I've been recently diagnosed with complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, this ranges back from things over the past 30 years, both personally and professionally. Being a front line 24/7 emergency services worker for 18 years has not helped either.
Coupled with that, I've been going through a nasty divorce since March 2020. For 10 years I suffered from some pretty horrendous psychological abuse from my now ex wife. Not happy that I took control, before I either ended up in prison - by completely flipping and doing something daft, or ending it all, I managed to just find enough strength to get out before either happened. Obviously my ex wife didn't like me wrestling the control back for myself, and got very nasty.
So I did what many people do. I hid away and withdrew.
I am pleased to say I've been having Psychotherapy and I am on the maximum dose of medication they can give me.
I've also been off work since mid May and I am still not fixed.
My reason for sharing is two fold. Please, please, please, it is bloody hard to say "I need help" Half the time you don't know you need it, and to hold your hand up and ask for it is probably the hardest decision you can make.
Secondly, when you are flipping between complete withdrawal from life and utter sheer panic, normally around things that most of society would be puzzled by.
It has been horrendous, but I am hopefully getting better.
It wasn't until today, when I remembered this site, and I did a search on the last post I made. I then saw this one. It made me cry, as such was the kindness in it. So thank-you again.
Please let me reassure you that Mini Jeff is not so mini any more and is approaching 13 and he is growing very quickly. We still sit in the same seats and although the football hasn't been amazing (this season) in a way it has been kind to me. When I chose our seats years ago, it meant I am not surrounded by a lot of people, I sit on an end seat and I can look out on to the pitch.
As the football has not been great, it has meant that the two biggest triggers for me, loud noise and crowded areas, has not been as greater impact as it could have been.
So, I have managed to build up what little tolerance of those two things, gradually.
I am a long way to being cured, but I am on that path now, I hope you've all managed throughout this past two and a half years and if you're struggling, please ask for help. The alternative is frankly too scary to explain.
Take care all
UTI.
Hi everyone.
Thank-you, from the bottom of my heart for all of your concern. I am incredibly touched and very much moved by this thread.
Truth is, I've not been very well at all. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm still alive, considering the places I have been.
I've been recently diagnosed with complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, this ranges back from things over the past 30 years, both personally and professionally. Being a front line 24/7 emergency services worker for 18 years has not helped either.
Coupled with that, I've been going through a nasty divorce since March 2020. For 10 years I suffered from some pretty horrendous psychological abuse from my now ex wife. Not happy that I took control, before I either ended up in prison - by completely flipping and doing something daft, or ending it all, I managed to just find enough strength to get out before either happened. Obviously my ex wife didn't like me wrestling the control back for myself, and got very nasty.
So I did what many people do. I hid away and withdrew.
I am pleased to say I've been having Psychotherapy and I am on the maximum dose of medication they can give me.
I've also been off work since mid May and I am still not fixed.
My reason for sharing is two fold. Please, please, please, it is bloody hard to say "I need help" Half the time you don't know you need it, and to hold your hand up and ask for it is probably the hardest decision you can make.
Secondly, when you are flipping between complete withdrawal from life and utter sheer panic, normally around things that most of society would be puzzled by.
It has been horrendous, but I am hopefully getting better.
It wasn't until today, when I remembered this site, and I did a search on the last post I made. I then saw this one. It made me cry, as such was the kindness in it. So thank-you again.
Please let me reassure you that Mini Jeff is not so mini any more and is approaching 13 and he is growing very quickly. We still sit in the same seats and although the football hasn't been amazing (this season) in a way it has been kind to me. When I chose our seats years ago, it meant I am not surrounded by a lot of people, I sit on an end seat and I can look out on to the pitch.
As the football has not been great, it has meant that the two biggest triggers for me, loud noise and crowded areas, has not been as greater impact as it could have been.
So, I have managed to build up what little tolerance of those two things, gradually.
I am a long way to being cured, but I am on that path now, I hope you've all managed throughout this past two and a half years and if you're struggling, please ask for help. The alternative is frankly too scary to explain.
Take care all
UTI.
yes good on yer Jeff and glad you getting the help you need and taking back some control of your life and here's to a better 2nd half of the season. Imps 4everHi everyone.
Thank-you, from the bottom of my heart for all of your concern. I am incredibly touched and very much moved by this thread.
Truth is, I've not been very well at all. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm still alive, considering the places I have been.
I've been recently diagnosed with complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, this ranges back from things over the past 30 years, both personally and professionally. Being a front line 24/7 emergency services worker for 18 years has not helped either.
Coupled with that, I've been going through a nasty divorce since March 2020. For 10 years I suffered from some pretty horrendous psychological abuse from my now ex wife. Not happy that I took control, before I either ended up in prison - by completely flipping and doing something daft, or ending it all, I managed to just find enough strength to get out before either happened. Obviously my ex wife didn't like me wrestling the control back for myself, and got very nasty.
So I did what many people do. I hid away and withdrew.
I am pleased to say I've been having Psychotherapy and I am on the maximum dose of medication they can give me.
I've also been off work since mid May and I am still not fixed.
My reason for sharing is two fold. Please, please, please, it is bloody hard to say "I need help" Half the time you don't know you need it, and to hold your hand up and ask for it is probably the hardest decision you can make.
Secondly, when you are flipping between complete withdrawal from life and utter sheer panic, normally around things that most of society would be puzzled by.
It has been horrendous, but I am hopefully getting better.
It wasn't until today, when I remembered this site, and I did a search on the last post I made. I then saw this one. It made me cry, as such was the kindness in it. So thank-you again.
Please let me reassure you that Mini Jeff is not so mini any more and is approaching 13 and he is growing very quickly. We still sit in the same seats and although the football hasn't been amazing (this season) in a way it has been kind to me. When I chose our seats years ago, it meant I am not surrounded by a lot of people, I sit on an end seat and I can look out on to the pitch.
As the football has not been great, it has meant that the two biggest triggers for me, loud noise and crowded areas, has not been as greater impact as it could have been.
So, I have managed to build up what little tolerance of those two things, gradually.
I am a long way to being cured, but I am on that path now, I hope you've all managed throughout this past two and a half years and if you're struggling, please ask for help. The alternative is frankly too scary to explain.
Take care all
UTI.
Good to hear you're getting there, break ups can be toughHi everyone.
Thank-you, from the bottom of my heart for all of your concern. I am incredibly touched and very much moved by this thread.
Truth is, I've not been very well at all. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm still alive, considering the places I have been.
I've been recently diagnosed with complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, this ranges back from things over the past 30 years, both personally and professionally. Being a front line 24/7 emergency services worker for 18 years has not helped either.
Coupled with that, I've been going through a nasty divorce since March 2020. For 10 years I suffered from some pretty horrendous psychological abuse from my now ex wife. Not happy that I took control, before I either ended up in prison - by completely flipping and doing something daft, or ending it all, I managed to just find enough strength to get out before either happened. Obviously my ex wife didn't like me wrestling the control back for myself, and got very nasty.
So I did what many people do. I hid away and withdrew.
I am pleased to say I've been having Psychotherapy and I am on the maximum dose of medication they can give me.
I've also been off work since mid May and I am still not fixed.
My reason for sharing is two fold. Please, please, please, it is bloody hard to say "I need help" Half the time you don't know you need it, and to hold your hand up and ask for it is probably the hardest decision you can make.
Secondly, when you are flipping between complete withdrawal from life and utter sheer panic, normally around things that most of society would be puzzled by.
It has been horrendous, but I am hopefully getting better.
It wasn't until today, when I remembered this site, and I did a search on the last post I made. I then saw this one. It made me cry, as such was the kindness in it. So thank-you again.
Please let me reassure you that Mini Jeff is not so mini any more and is approaching 13 and he is growing very quickly. We still sit in the same seats and although the football hasn't been amazing (this season) in a way it has been kind to me. When I chose our seats years ago, it meant I am not surrounded by a lot of people, I sit on an end seat and I can look out on to the pitch.
As the football has not been great, it has meant that the two biggest triggers for me, loud noise and crowded areas, has not been as greater impact as it could have been.
So, I have managed to build up what little tolerance of those two things, gradually.
I am a long way to being cured, but I am on that path now, I hope you've all managed throughout this past two and a half years and if you're struggling, please ask for help. The alternative is frankly too scary to explain.
Take care all
UTI.