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Hi everyone! I’m writing today with questions about how you went about requesting a reasonable accommodation at your place of work. I recently started a new job and sort of thought I would be fine… but last Friday I had some kind of meltdown where I couldn’t stop crying for about 1 hour… I missed some of the training that we did, although not sure how important it was. And am wondering if I should talk to my supervisor, and if so what I should say? I don’t want to say too much…. And I don’t want to play the victim or feel that I’m asking for special treatment. I also don’t know if this will ever happen again? (Honestly it might) … but there’s no way to know. If you’ve had experience with this I’d really appreciate it if you drop a line about what you said and how your employer responded. Thanks in advance and hope everyone is off to a good start this Monday :) #CPTSD #IBS #GAD #narcrecovery #scapegoat

Recently my wife has discovered one of my alters has been having adult relationships with other people. I don’t know what to do?

While I do think my boyfriend is abusive, I've been thinking maybe it's my fault, like some people say. I always want money to spend, because it makes me feel so much better, and I have so many things I want. Plus, I'm always asking my boyfriend to get things for my medical and mental conditions, such as powder or Lotrimin (I chafe, get skin tears, and get infections under flabby skin and skin not open to fresh air, like under my abdomen, breasts, underarms, thighs and where they join my private areas, and other areas, plus my feet and shoes have fungi, and all of these areas smell), gloves, dental picks, baby wipes, bed pads, incontinence underwear (that doesn't even fit, because the stores--and my boyfriend prefers to buy everything at Walmart, plus their brand, and most of it is crap), and more, plus things to make me a little more comfortable (I wear bandanas to keep my hair out of my eyes and because my boyfriend seems to almost always want the temperature opposite of what I do, and when he wants it warm, I sweat, especially after coming out of the bathroom, because it takes so much out of me). I'm morbidly obese, my teeth are a disaster area, I have OCD, I have panic disorder, I'm a hoarder, I'm physically disabled in many ways, I need glasses, I'm out-of-shape, my eyes always have gunk in them and are irritated, I'm always asking my boyfriend for help or to get things (like storage bins) so I can do the things I can do myself (but he can't afford it), and I could go on.

The worst thing is, I beg him for help with my cats, getting food, even feeding them, or at least giving me money for these things, plus I want to order a couple of hoodies, because it's less cleaning for me when I'm done--that's one thing I use baby wipes and gloves for. I can't give them up when we move, which is why I want to get my own house where I can keep them all. He used to help feed them, take care of them, and seemed to care about them, but he immediately stopped once he legally lost the house. I can't do that. I love them. I want to take them with me. Last time I was there, one of my cats let me pick her up and climbed on my shoulder, just the way she used to when we lived in the house. I cried.

I need to stop being a burden to my boyfriend. Maybe I deserve his snapping, yelling, and criticism, but I can't stand how it feels. I get overwhelmed with all the forms I have to fill out, and get anxious talking to people, asking for help. I say the wrong things. No one understands my OCD or my physical issues. I'm a loser.

#Anxiety
#ocd
#obsessivecompulsivedisorder
#depression
#panicdisorder
#ptsd
#cptsd
#disability
#abuse
#emotionalabuse
#mentalabuse
#financialabuse
#money
#finances

My brother committed suicide 3 days ago. Knowing how much he struggled with depression and anxiety I can’t say I was surprised. Me and my family tried to help him for many years but his crippling depression and anxiety wouldn’t allow him to get help and stick with it.
Upon hearing the news I had great sympathy for him because I too suffer from depression and anxiety and I know what it feels like when you think you can’t go on.
Now I feel mad. He had called me in the past when he was at his lowest, why didn’t he call me the other day as he held that gun. I’m mad that I didn’t get to say goodbye, I’m mad that he left things unresolved, I’m mad that he left his life for us to have to take care of.
He thought he was helping us by leaving cash and a credit card to pay for everything, but all he really left was a lot of unanswered questions.
Could I have tried harder with him to stay connected even though he pushed me away and isolated himself? Should I have been more insistent that he get help oppose to respecting his privacy and decisions? Could I have done more?
So now I have to move forward with a lot of questions that will never be answered.
Little brother, I love you so much, you mean the world to me, 62 years with you wasn’t enough. I do forgive you and hope you found the peace you were looking for.

Good morning everyone! what are your plans for this weekend? or self care ideas? just saw this and thought it would be a great reminder for everyone to remember that you and your health are your biggest concerns.I definitely struggle with Saturday plans and feeling required to participate regardless of my spoons sometimes. The main thing is that, any plans, weekend or not never should mean more than your physical and mental health. Happy Saturday warriors!

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#EhlersDanlosSyndrome #Dysautonomia #MastCellActivationDisorder #ChronicIllness #Anxiety #ChiariMalformation #PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome #funny #Gastroparesis #Spoonie #SpoonieProblems

While I do think my boyfriend is abusive, I've been thinking maybe it's my fault, like some people say. I always want money to spend, because it makes me feel so much better, and I have so many things I want. Plus, I'm always asking my boyfriend to get things for my medical and mental conditions, such as powder or Lotrimin (I chafe, get skin tears, and get infections under flabby skin and skin not open to fresh air, like under my abdomen, breasts, underarms, thighs and where they join my private areas, and other areas, plus my feet and shoes have fungi, and all of these areas smell), gloves, dental picks, baby wipes, bed pads, incontinence underwear (that doesn't even fit, because the stores--and my boyfriend prefers to buy everything at Walmart, plus their brand, and most of it is crap), and more, plus things to make me a little more comfortable (I wear bandanas to keep my hair out of my eyes and because my boyfriend seems to almost always want the temperature opposite of what I do, and when he wants it warm, I sweat, especially after coming out of the bathroom, because it takes so much out of me). I'm morbidly obese, my teeth are a disaster area, I have OCD, I have panic disorder, I'm a hoarder, I'm physically disabled in many ways, I need glasses, I'm out-of-shape, my eyes always have gunk in them and are irritated, I'm always asking my boyfriend for help or to get things (like storage bins) so I can do the things I can do myself (but he can't afford it), and I could go on.

The worst thing is, I beg him for help with my cats, getting food, even feeding them, or at least giving me money for these things, plus I want to order a couple of hoodies, because it's less cleaning for me when I'm done--that's one thing I use baby wipes and gloves for. I can't give them up when we move, which is why I want to get my own house where I can keep them all. He used to help feed them, take care of them, and seemed to care about them, but he immediately stopped once he legally lost the house. I can't do that. I love them. I want to take them with me. Last time I was there, one of my cats let me pick her up and climbed on my shoulder, just the way she used to when we lived in the house. I cried.

I need to stop being a burden to my boyfriend. Maybe I deserve his snapping, yelling, and criticism, but I can't stand how it feels. I get overwhelmed with all the forms I have to fill out, and get anxious talking to people, asking for help. I say the wrong things. No one understands my OCD or my physical issues. I'm a loser.

#Anxiety
#ocd
#obsessivecompulsivedisorder
#depression
#panicdisorder
#ptsd
#cptsd
#disability
#abuse
#emotionalabuse
#mentalabuse
#financialabuse
#money
#finances

Good morning everyone! what are your plans for this weekend? or self care ideas? just saw this and thought it would be a great reminder for everyone to remember that you and your health are your biggest concerns.I definitely struggle with Saturday plans and feeling required to participate regardless of my spoons sometimes. The main thing is that, any plans, weekend or not never should mean more than your physical and mental health. Happy Saturday warriors!

#

#EhlersDanlosSyndrome #Dysautonomia #MastCellActivationDisorder #ChronicIllness #Anxiety #ChiariMalformation #PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome #funny #Gastroparesis #Spoonie #SpoonieProblems

I'm completely freaking out. I have OCD and one of my themes is health anxiety. I woke up yesterday to my neck feeling really tender on one side. It feels like there is a lump or it could just be that it's swollen. I smoke but am working on quitting which also just heightens my fear. One of my obsessions is getting cancer which I know it probably isn't but my OCD is trying to take me there. I don't have health insurance which definitely doesn't help my anxiety but right now for reasons I won't go into I'm unable to get it. Anyway it's still early in the morning here but I'm going to text my therapist in a few hours to tell her what's going on. I wish I could turn my brain off. #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #HealthAnxiety #Anxiety #OCD

Who has info on the new mental health helpline? I believe it's national. Are they only support or can they dispatch help? Are they associated with the police? I hope this is a meaningful resource.