will i wake up, is it a dream i made up
Friday, March 27th, 2009 06:06 pmin the last two days:
antipsychotics: because apparently I have severe depression with psychosis. All I need now is a manic episode and I could probably collect every other diagnosis in the DSM-IV.
hospital: are you fucking kidding me? They lock you fucking in. (To which my therapist says: Not if you can say you're not planning to kill yourself! Great. So I should voluntarily go somewhere where I have even less freedom than I have now... for them to ... make sure I do exactly what I'm doing now, i.e. eat meds, food, and wait for something to change—like the moon's phase or something—in hopes that my depression will recede.)
dog: I had to ask someone else to take care of her for the night because her pain was making me feel like the worst dog-owner in the world for not immediately taking her to the vet because she was acting like she was in shock. because she's a drama queen. possibly she may have learned this from me.
file sharing: see above re: police state. also I feel like a dumbass because I know I should've done something to get around it.
cousin: go sit around and watch TV/play computer games all day somewhere else. the one position in this family for a lazy ass has already been taken by me.
ssa app: I should've expected this but I really wasn't. After all the soul searching I had to do and the fact that it spurred a depressive episode just to fill out the fucking paperwork——they tell me I'm not crazy enough? Great.
- my psychiatrist put me on antipsychotics
- my therapist suggested I shouldn't be so worried about going to the hospital, like, just to take a vacation from my craziness
- Teyla scratched her stomach and acted like she was deathly ill, freaking me the fuck out
- they shut off my internet access because of file-sharing and I had to sign a form saying 'I am so so sorry I forgot I live in a police state, I will never do it again'
- my cousin and I had a fight, again, because he has no respect for anyone else
- to top it all off, today, I got a letter from the SSA stating they turned down my initial application for disability.
antipsychotics: because apparently I have severe depression with psychosis. All I need now is a manic episode and I could probably collect every other diagnosis in the DSM-IV.
hospital: are you fucking kidding me? They lock you fucking in. (To which my therapist says: Not if you can say you're not planning to kill yourself! Great. So I should voluntarily go somewhere where I have even less freedom than I have now... for them to ... make sure I do exactly what I'm doing now, i.e. eat meds, food, and wait for something to change—like the moon's phase or something—in hopes that my depression will recede.)
dog: I had to ask someone else to take care of her for the night because her pain was making me feel like the worst dog-owner in the world for not immediately taking her to the vet because she was acting like she was in shock. because she's a drama queen. possibly she may have learned this from me.
file sharing: see above re: police state. also I feel like a dumbass because I know I should've done something to get around it.
cousin: go sit around and watch TV/play computer games all day somewhere else. the one position in this family for a lazy ass has already been taken by me.
ssa app: I should've expected this but I really wasn't. After all the soul searching I had to do and the fact that it spurred a depressive episode just to fill out the fucking paperwork——they tell me I'm not crazy enough? Great.
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on Friday, March 27th, 2009 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 10:37 am (UTC)and that's just bullshit. it's not going to happen, not with the social and emotional problems from the depression & anxiety. fuck theeeeeeem. i'm appealing.
my therapist also said "oh hey, also, not that this is a reason to do it but... if you go to the hospital it would make your application look better" which cracked me up because it's what i was thinking.
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on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 03:37 pm (UTC)my mom told me yesterday my ass is big so i should exercise to be less depressed. lets make a date an exercise to cheer up cause of big butts together!!
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on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 07:53 pm (UTC)Yeah, trust me, in the hospital there's nothing but time to think.
I love it when parents say shit that is totally detrimental. And by love I mean fucking hate.
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on Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 01:10 am (UTC)Sorry you have to go through this. In my (admittedly limited) experience, pretty much everyone gets denied at the first level, even people who quite obviously cannot work. I'm pretty sure they do this hoping that applicants will give up. Peristence and documentation are your best weapons.
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on Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 08:06 am (UTC)Also I've had another two psychiatrist appointments since I applied (because of a severe depressive episode), so hopefully updating the documentation will help.
My therapist & psychiatrist both said that only around 20-30% of the people they help apply get it on the first try, but for some reason I was being hopeful. Maybe I'll get it on the next appeal!
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on Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 11:42 pm (UTC)