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How Do You Get Help When You're Not Believed? #Anxiety #ocd #Stress #emotionalhealth #MentalHealth #Abuse #NotOK
I wrote this as a comment on a post, but I decided to post it as my own post as well. I've left a lot out. Please keep that in mind.
I welcome advice, comments, and suggestions. I'll respond ASAP. Keep in mind I have to wait for my phone.
Unfortunately, I can't say when I'll be available. My phone needs repair, which we couldn't schedule until mid-month, and the wireless charger my boyfriend got is slow, despite saying fast. I need to get out of this relationship, away from here, take my cats, and get a mess of things done. I have a skin infection (on antibiotics), never feel healthy anymore (haven't in a long time), and I was really upset and scared when I saw the doctor, but my blood pressure was really high, and I'm scared I'm going to die. My boyfriend yelled at me about my OCD. He's getting worse. He doesn't care if I'm sweating, he's freezing and won't turn the air conditioning on. We've been together almost 30 years, and when it was me who was freezing, he would tell me to put on "more layers," that you can only take off so many layers, but you can always add layers. I have a hard time sleeping when I'm hot and my OCD is worse. I went to a place in another city to call the police or a social worker or something (my phone wasn't working, and I was in hell far worse without my phone than I have been before), even though I'm not always felt welcome when I'm there. I just didn't want to be alone. The police were cold and sounded irritated with me. The male officer I spoke with was especially stern. They wanted to know why I didn't go to the police in the area of the motel. I couldn't think, and my thoughts were racing, and I was scared and crying. I don't know the area where the motel is; I know one road, and about 20 miles in one direction... The other, I know how to get to other places, like where I was calling from. I know a *little bit* of another road. I use GPS when I have to go on different roads. I can't plug my phone into the car and get it to work, plus my car needs servicing, like NOW. I didn't want 911, anyway. I just wanted an officer to come to take some info, just in case. I was alone and scared. I told the male officer I had an OCD problem with going to the police station, anyway, and he said, very stern, "What's your ocd got to do with it?" I just don't know what to say when I'm being spoken to like this. I'm so scared they're going to call an ambulance to come take me to a mental hospital, and I can't do that for several reasons, one being I have cleithrophobia. I don't belong there, anyway. I lose my mind just being in the motel room. But they asked if I wanted them to call an ambulance. They asked my name. They asked my address and old address. They asked what kind of car I had. I don't know why I answered these questions. I was scared not to, I guess. But they didn't ask one question about him. Not one damned question! Like they didn't believe me! 😢😡😭
