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Do you know of anyone who has been falsely accused of abuse or neglect by CPS, had records falsified and your child taken illegally. It's called Medical kidnapping. It is real and is happening in our states. Imagine as a parent what your mental health State is when your child is missing. When you reach out for #help and your denied help. #MentalHealth matters but when the #Legal components don't align up those who are supposed to help, fail where do you turn to for help. Politicians have been contacted, Gov Wes Moore office notified. Brandi Stocksdale, Dept of Social Services refuses to investigate the case. #Anxiety, #Panic, #Pain, #emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows. We have to do better for our children. I am one #Voice amplified to help families find peace in their storm. Let me know if your a victim or know some one who has become a victim. Send a message with your state and brief message of your situation. YourBuzzinessIsMyBuzziness@yahoo.com#yourbuzzinessismybuzziness #oneisonetoomany #medicalkidnapping is a crime and talking about the subject helps parents and providers explore what their options are. Look forward to your stories of #Hope and #Healing

Hello everyone,

I want to share a very disappointing experience with PayPal and see if any of you have encountered similar issues.

On March 7, 2024, I bought a graphics card on Rakuten. After the 14-day withdrawal period, I realized it was defective. I tried to contact the seller several times, but I never received a response. Rakuten then informed me that the deadline for filing a claim had passed, so they could no longer do anything for me. Thinking that PayPal could help me with their purchase protection service, I filed a dispute.

On April 18, 2024, PayPal offered me a refund on the condition that I return the item. Unfortunately, being very busy with my work, especially due to the Olympic Games, I did not see this message in time. And there, surprise: the case was closed without me being able to intervene. What shocks me is that PayPal, which never hesitates to send notifications for a failed payment (via SMS, notifications in the app, etc.), only sent me one email for such an important dispute. If you miss this email, it’s over, no possibility to reopen the case. Frankly, it makes me wonder if this isn't a way to save money on refunds for disputes. It's outrageous!

What makes the situation even more difficult is that access to the dispute manager is only possible through the web browser. The PayPal Android app, on the other hand, does not contain either the dispute manager or messaging. So you really must not miss that one email because if you rely on the app to keep you informed, you're left completely in the dark.

What worries me even more is how this system seems to neglect people who, like me, have specific difficulties. I suffer from ADHD, which complicates my daily management of information. I really need clear and repeated notifications, but it seems that PayPal does not take these realities into account. They prefer to send endless reminders for a slight payment delay, but for an important dispute? Nothing, except for a simple email. And what about people who are not comfortable with technology? They must feel completely abandoned by this system.

Following this incident, I contacted PayPal again in August. They offered me another option on August 20, but once again, I didn't discover the email until August 29, after the offer had expired on the 28th. Between two other emails regarding a payment in installments, this message went unnoticed. I called PayPal again to try to find a solution, but I doubt they will make any further gestures this time.

I'm seriously considering changing platforms. Alternatives like Stripe, Square, Payoneer, Venmo, Google Pay, Apple Pay, or Skrill seem to offer better tracking and user protection. Does anyone here have experience with these platforms?

I've been a PayPal customer since 2010, and until now, I've always been satisfied. But now, I'm really disappointed and angry. This situation is unacceptable to me, and I would like to know if others have any advice or feedback on alternative solutions.

Thank you in advance for your responses.

#ADHD #disabilityawareness #MentalHealth #ChronicIllness #Accessibility #Neurodiversity #invisibledisabilities #Advocacy #Paypal #ConsumerRights

In my recent relationship, I experienced what I now understand as emotional abuse. One of the hardest parts was that whenever I tried to talk about something that bothered me, he would get extremely upset. Instead of listening to my concerns, he would turn the conversation into a fight. This made me feel like I couldn’t express my feelings without causing a problem.

For example, whenever I brought up issues or shared my feelings, he would react with anger and make me feel like I was wrong for speaking up. Instead of addressing the problem, he would focus on his own emotions, leaving me to deal with his anger and pushing my own feelings aside.

This behavior is a clear sign of emotional abuse and shows the toxicity of the relationship, but unfortunately it wasn't clear to me while I was in the relationship. Emotional abuse involves manipulating and undermining a person’s self-worth. By reacting with anger and dismissing my feelings, he created a toxic environment where I felt I had to suppress my emotions just to keep the peace.

One way I tried to improve our relationship was by starting a monthly tradition where we would each do a romantic gesture for the other. Over seven months, I made consistent efforts by buying him gifts, setting up date nights, and doing activities he enjoyed. Despite my attempts, he never made any romantic gestures. Instead, he would promise to do something the next month, but these promises never happened. This lack of effort and broken promises further exposed the emotional neglect I was experiencing.

The constant emotional manipulation and invalidation took a severe toll on my mental health. I began to self-blame for speaking up, feeling like I was the cause of the conflicts and issues in the relationship. This self-blame eroded my self-esteem and made it even harder to see the relationships toxicity while I was in it.

Recognizing that I was in a toxic relationship was incredibly challenging while I was still in it. The emotional turmoil and manipulation made it hard to understand how damaging the relationship truly was. It’s often difficult to see the full picture when you’re deeply involved and emotionally invested.

I’m sharing this to shed light on the impact of emotional abuse and to emphasize that everyone deserves to be in a relationship where their feelings are respected. It’s crucial to have open and honest communication where both partners feel valued and heard. Understanding and acknowledging a toxic relationship can be tough, but it’s an important step towards healing and finding healthier connections.

I have so much that has gone on in my life which lead me to here and now. Childhood trauma (physical abuse, neglect, emotional abuse, molestation, etc…) led to PTSD & MAJOR DEPRESSIVE DISORDER. I also have ADHD, and my meds for that don’t work because my med manager can’t find a med that will keep my ANXIETY under control. And my anxiety keeps me from sticking with 1 train of thought! My anxiety level is at a consistent 7… but more on my bad days! My anxiety is getting worse with time, to the point where I spend my last $20 door dashing groceries because I have a panic attack at the thought of having to go shopping in a store. Also, I take my Propanolol medication everytime before I drive my car, because that also scares the hell out of me now. I raised my son myself for 20 years, and he just got his own apartment a few weeks ago. EMPTY NEST SYNDROME! I spent the 1st 16 years so focused on raising my son, that I unintentionally isolated myself for those 16 years. I understand that my old friends moved on when I stopped reaching out to them. However, I had POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION, for the first 5 years of my sons life, and when I unintentionally stopped reaching out to my family, they never (not once) bothered to try to call me. Not long after my son turned 5, it was like walking out of a fog and I felt sooo alone and lost and my first thought was “where did everyone go”! Since that point, when I woke up mentally and started trying to connect with those I cared about, I was never able to entirely make those connections again. An example of this was my brothers wedding May 2023, and I was surrounded by family and friends, but I ended up leaving right after the ceremony. This was because no one was talking to me and I started to feel very alone even surrounded by so many people I have known for years. It is like I no longer can carry a conversation, and the effort to connect with people makes me physically and mentally exhausted. When my son turned 16, I decided for the first time since I had him, that I would try dating again. I rushed into a marriage with the first guy who seemed interested in me, (seeing as how I have very low self esteem, and clearly assumed that I was to old to waste time trying to find better for myself). Within a few months of being married, his Narcissistic traits started to show. I do count my blessings, that I had been working as a Mental Health Rehabilitation Technician for years, and I was very aware of what narcissistic behavior looked like. Even then, it still took me another 7 months to kick him out of my apartment, and 2 more months to finalize my divorce. My marriage lasted exactly 1 year! Then I was raped by the next guy I went on a date with, and he gave md HERPES. I was 39 at this point, and having not dated for many years after my sons father broke up with me (in his next breath, after I told him I was pregnant). So Herpes guy was only my 4th sexual partner in all my 39 years. Also, my 1st partner (my manager at Walmart) also raped me, on my 18th birthday! A few months after getting herpes, I met a new man. He was in a bad place. He had been married for 8 years, together 10, and raised her to kids since her youngest was first born. She had Borderline Personality Disorder, snd had stopped taking her meds. She became abusive physically towards him as well as mentally. His doctors told him when he started having seizures, that they were stress induced. For his mental and physical health, he left his wife. Since he was the only father her kids had ever known, she promised to keep him in their lives. But when me and him started dating, she cut him out of his life entirely. I am pretty sure, although he never said it, but I’m pretty sure he blamed me for losing his kids. I let him move in with me, probably sooner in our relationship than I should have. 4 months in, I told him I was In Love with him. 2 months later I came home from work to hearing him on his phone (with speaker phond on). He was talking to his friend Kelsey (who was engaged, so it never occurred to me to be concerned about them two). They very graphically were discussing the last time they had sex in great detail (which had been a few days before the phone call). Then they started making plans for their next hookup. Now, I had never allowed myself to Truly Love someone before. I was devastated and started SELF HARMING for awhile. I broke up with him, but my nature is very empathetic and kind. He had no car to get to work and no ond else he could move in with. So he moved into my spare bedroom. For the last 1 1/2 years, he has continued to live with me (he says I’m his best friend). But I can’t shut those feelings of Love off. So everytime he goes out wya girl, I lose it. He spent the night at a hotel with a woman, tgd one he cheated on me with, and I ended up in a voluntary crisis house for 8 days. I know… and have been told by many people… that he needs to move out for the sake of my mental health. But… I have no one else. Like literally no one. Even my son who just moved out, will only talk to me when he comes over to my place to do laundry. I am terrified of him leaving. Of me being completely alone in my
big apartment. When I start thinking about kicking him out, I immediately have a panic attack. I know I could use some therapy/counseling, but the 3 places in my area that I signed up for have very long waiting lists. And my current med manager is having no luck with trying to find a med regime that works for me. So last week she referred me to a new person. This person id going to thoroughly reevaluate my mental health diagnoses, and start treating me using a new fresh pair of eyes.

I am SO SORRY that this was so long. But please keep in mind that I in fact DID NOT entirely list ALL of my trauma history or every negative thing that has derailed my life throughout my 41 years. This is just the cliff notes. But feeling so alone all the time, I don’t often get the chance to get all these thoughts outta my head. THANKS FOR LISTENING!!!

Hi, my name is PersonableReindeer4. I'm here because of a web search and feeling I can't put to words. I'm here because of a longing to understand my own feelings, to feel through what I haven't been able to. I'm here to stop blaming what I don't know, I'm here to bargain and contend with my feeling of self worthlessness, my feelings of shame, my actions of selfishness, my actions of pride, I'm here to topple my seat of my gloated feelings of earned righteousness. I want to accept myself in an ambivalent way so that I may become something new, under all my actions is a longing, I hide that desire and too often shy away from it, I never view it fully never see it clearly. I pull myself back and forth from my current life, moments of disgust moments of revolting feelings moments of painful loneliness moments of shallow worthless time spent toward nothing, into a cloud of airy possibility so aimless and undirected jumping and skipping around all the possibilities flipping and skimming through avenue upon but only clicking and dragging through pages and text away from reality, the moment of realization dragging my deep into the depths. The time spent in the cloud lingering powerfully keeping from seeking the world outside. I'm addicted to being full of myself, seeing the worse in others, wasting my time of activities I know are pointless, and probably more. I think or at least believe slightly, that my attempts to understand my own issues to spark change have been useless because of neglect to consider and make right an emotional factor. No matter how far into my own obsessive thoughts I dive, that action of thinking is different from feeling, to resolve emotion for me to resolve my problems is to feel emotions I was never shown to feel, and some how feel thing in the correct way that might allow for self growth. I'm here because I'm here for my self.#MightyTogether

I want to share a positive development in my life in hopes it will help others believe that things can get better. I’ve dealt with mental illness my whole life. As a child, I had severe anxiety and depression, chronic illness, insomnia, hypochondria, superstition, paranoia, and OCD. Add to that emotional neglect and abuse. I was terrified by things like my family watching the “wrong” channel on TV and snow when the sun shone on it. I couldn’t tell anyone because I was obviously a freak. I became suicidal at age 11. Then I read all my dad’s books on anxiety and tried meditation. It helped somewhat, but then I became manic and self medicated with alcohol and pot. But I was a black out drunk and pot made me psychotic. I cried every night through college. I got married, had three kids, and taught for 27 years. I was volatile and suicidal, but skeptical of therapy and medication. In his senior year, one of my sons lost his ability to read, became psychotic, and was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Within a half hour of taking Abilify, his psychosis disappeared. A few months later, my career ended, and I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I availed myself of therapy and medication because of how it helped my son. Even so, I sunk into despair and attempted suicide twice and was hospitalized 4 times. Things improved, but then in 2017 I started having these terrifying episodes of unreality and extreme mental torture. Nothing helped. These episodes lasted for hours and came out of the blue. No one understood. My psychiatrist berated me as a failure. But I was weirdly happy that no one could relate, because I was a freak again, and I didn’t want anyone anywhere near experiencing it. The poet Sylvia Plath, who died with her head in an oven, said “Is there no way out of my mind?” I get that. On top of the episodes, I found it nearly impossible to leave the house. I always felt like I was swimming upstream.
Now for the good news: I feel fine now. I honestly don’t know why, or if it will last. But there is hope for others if there’s hope for me. My faith is a big part of my recovery, but I’ll leave it at that because it offends some members. Just trust me that you can weather this storm and things really can change. And I care about all of you. #Bipolar 1 Depression GAD OCD PTSD

Introduction:

Hi, I am part of the MBBS undergraduate journey. I faced many hardships and challenges during this journey, and I would like to share one of my personal secrets and former insecurities. I never used to talk about it with anyone. I worried about what others would think and feared they would judge me or leave me behind, making me feel alone. This is about my "anxiety issues." Not just simple anxiety, but a specific subtype.It was in 2022 when I first felt the symptoms. At that time, AI was on the rise, so I entered my symptoms into an AI bot, which suggested that I had anxiety and needed medical care. I sought medical help, and slowly, over time, my anxiety started improving. Many people with anxiety suffer in silence, not reaching out for help, or those who receive proper treatment do not talk about it much. In this modern time, no one talks about our mental problems. So, I feel compelled to share my experience in hopes that someone else might find help.

My Experience:It was my decision to seek medical help. At first, I had many questions swirling in my head: Why me? Why am I the only one affected? Will the medical help work for me? Will the treatment decrease my mental stability or my mind's retention? Will I need electroconvulsive therapy (ECT)?But hold on, after the first day, all my doubts disappeared, and I felt much better after the first counseling session. My doctors advised some investigations before starting medications. After the investigations, I attended my second counseling session. My doctor clearly explained that the medication was to be taken on an emergency basis and would not affect my mind or mental stability.After the first or second counseling session, I felt significantly better as my anxieties began to disappear, allowing me to enjoy life more easily. Sometimes, I feel lucky that I self-diagnosed the problem and sought medical help before the condition worsened.

Support System:My support system included my psychiatric doctor and their strategies. My doctor gave me ample time during counseling sessions to speak about everything that bothered me, whether it was related to my friends, class performance, or other issues. My doctor used therapy sessions to address my anxieties.Additionally, my support system included my soul sister. She had no idea what anxiety was or how I felt, but she listened to everything I said and comforted me, assuring me that everything would be fine. My family also provided support by offering comfort and understanding.

Coping Strategies:My doctor recommended a novel to help me overcome my anxieties. She even bought the novel for me. Reading it thoroughly gave me insights into various coping strategies. The strategies that worked for me included:

- Affirmations

- Diverting my mind from constantly worrying about others' opinions

- Avoiding perfectionism

- Shame attack exercises

Most importantly, accepting that I had a problem and believing that I could overcome it

Message of Hope:I always thought that overcoming anxiety was a huge task, but accepting the problem and believing in my ability to overcome it made the process easier, though not easy. Great things take time. There were times when I felt extremely anxious and hopeless, but I would recall my support systems and reach out to my sister, who would help me get through those moments. Remember, mental problems are internal and invisible to others. It's essential to gather strength within yourself and stay happy.Awareness:I once read that people often care about what is visible, focusing on physical health while mental issues go unnoticed. When untreated, they can progress to something more severe than expected. So, if you feel something is wrong, seek medical help as I did, without delay.

Conclusion:In conclusion, people may not understand what is happening in your mind, so it's our duty to seek medical help if we are not feeling well. Don't feel sad; you are not alone in this journey. Many people neglect their mental health or avoid talking about it. Focus on what you want and remember to stand up for your mental health. If I can help, feel free to reach out to me.#overcominganxiety #anxietyawareness #overcominganxiety #mentalhealthmatters #Anxiety #togetherwecan #breakthestigma

Living with ADHD is like driving a Formula 1 car with BMX bike brakes. The speed, the insights, the brilliance—it's all there, but controlling it, harnessing it, and making it work within the constraints of everyday life is a constant challenge. Here's a glimpse into my world, shaped by the exhilarating highs and frustrating lows of ADHD.

One of the most striking aspects of my experience is the contrast between my intellectual capabilities and my practical execution. I am often brighter than almost everyone around me, learning new things incredibly fast when I am engaged. I can see deeply into problems, developing an abstract understanding of a new area much faster than others. I'm very good at anticipating problems and making a plan, yet I struggle terribly with executing those plans.

Distraction is a constant companion, leading me to start and abandon projects frequently. I am an information junkie, loving to learn new things, yet this enthusiasm often leads me astray. I can be incredibly verbal and charming, witty and funny, but also viciously self-critical and sometimes critical of others. I hate to wait, procrastinate, and finish people's sentences for them. I only care about getting the information I need; extraneous details frustrate me.

My impatience and irritation over delays are often mistaken for judgment about others' behaviour or output, leading people to think I'm a jerk. In high school, I was a C student and didn’t graduate from college, often spending more time helping others with their homework than doing my own. I detested attending lectures because the information came too slowly, preferring to learn on my own time and in my own way.

My health habits are similarly erratic. For years, I might neglect my health entirely, only to flip-flop to hyper-focused periods where I eat carefully, exercise every day, and lose significant weight, only to fall back into old habits. My self-control around food is all or nothing—I can’t eat just one cookie, so the only way to eat better is to not have cookies around at all.

I can be the smartest and dumbest person in the room, the hardest-working lazy person, the most introverted extrovert, the most distracted person who can tear a concept apart into a million tiny details and reassemble it into total clarity in seconds, all at the same time. What is totally obvious to me can be impenetrable to others, and what is obvious to them is often confusing to me. People often tell me to think outside the box, but I'm so far outside it that I can't even see its boundaries, and I hate being limited to a box anyway.

Interacting with others who don’t have ADHD is one of the hardest parts of my condition. People without ADHD simply cannot relate to our way of seeing the world and often write us off, unable to see the merits of what we find obvious. This disconnect has led to depression, anxiety, and total self-doubt for vast periods of my life. The number of times I’ve opened my mouth only to see others’ eyes roll in dismissal even before I finish speaking is disheartening.

The depression and anxiety form a grey blanket over my thoughts, slowing me down and making me feel like a loser, creating a self-perpetuating cycle of noise in my head. This stress is only compounded by my tendency to vocalize my thought process before it has fully formed, leading others to see me as "half-baked" or off-target. I am often written off as either stupid or irrelevant, regardless of the merit of my ideas.

ADHD also creates bottlenecks in my thought process, making it difficult to follow complex instructions without asking for clarification multiple times, reinforcing the idea that I don’t have a clue. Simple tasks become overwhelming as my mind races through a myriad of considerations, causing hesitation and self-doubt.

Despite these challenges, ADHD can also be a valuable gift. When motivated, I can blow the doors off any project with intense focus and dedication, working faster and more efficiently than anyone else. However, this hyperfocus can only be triggered by stress or a deep interest in the task at hand. Housework, for instance, is the bane of my life, as the more I stress about it, the harder it becomes to start.

This difficulty in self-motivation is tied to reduced dopamine production in the ADHD brain. Dopamine is the chemical reward for mental effort, and my brain has a naturally lower level. When motivated, my dopamine levels increase, but when unmotivated, pushing myself harder only reduces dopamine further, making tasks even more difficult.

Fitting in with non-ADHD people is a constant struggle. I often feel like I don't belong, and I have a strong preference for working independently, like a one-man band. I thrive on stress and urgent tasks, and I can solve problems that baffle others, but I need clear instructions, deadlines, and feedback. Micromanagement and unclear instructions are counterproductive, and I need the freedom to ask questions and clarify tasks in a way that makes sense to me.

As a kid, it took me much longer to learn simple tasks like tying my shoelaces. But now, I speak four languages, have been tested at a genius-level IQ, and have held high-responsibility jobs, all while barely graduating high school and being fired from multiple jobs for not fitting in. The contradictions of ADHD are numerous, but in the end, I see it as a gift. The only problems I face with it are when others see my unusual ways as a problem.

Living with ADHD is a constant balancing act between brilliance and chaos, focus and distraction, and the need to fit in while staying true to my unique perspective. It’s a challenging journey, but one that I continue to navigate with determination and resilience.