"This note is going to be incredibly hard for me to write, so I 've decided to just get right into it and make it as short as possible. So here it goes, I had always been normal. I was a healthy boy growing up. I never had any major health problems, I played and acted just as the other kids my age did. I was raised in an average family with a dog, a couple cats, and both my father and mother present in my life. My family was not wealthy, but was not poor either. I had participated in many sports growing up including; basketball, football, and track. Everything in my life was fine. Nobody would 've predicted that I would have such severe mental issues as an adult. I never would 've guessed this could happen to me. I never even thought I …show more content…
This is where my obsession compulsion disorder (OCD) came into play. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I wanted our apartment to be perfect, our jobs, our pets, everything. So when she left in the morning and I 'd kiss her goodbye 13 times, or 26 if it was Wednesday. I 'd always do that. She 'd laugh and smile all the while I was doing these things. At night she 'd watch me turn the lights on and off, on and off, twice on Sunday, four times on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, and seven times on Wednesday and Thursday. I would joke with her and tell she always safe because I for sure locked the door, 16 times, or 42 times on Saturday. I couldn 't shake these habits, I had never had a problem with them, long as I could remember. I counted my steps in sets of fours, had to tie both of my shoes twice, zip up every zipper three times, I had numbers for everything. This didn 't seem to be a problem at first, until Phoebe stopped thinking it was 'cute ' or 'sweet ', and starting thinking it was annoying. She started complaining that I was making her late for work, late for everything with my 'counting nonsense '. When I was kissing her goodbye, she started leaving before I finished counting, and I couldn 't cope with her not caring enough to wait, or not getting to finish my counting. I needed …show more content…
Every time she 'd leave and I didn 't get to get to finish counting whatever it was I needed to count my reaction started getting worse. At first I would sit in a corner in our kitchen with my hands on my heads and cry, then I started hitting my head and repeatedly calling myself crude names, because they were true. As the days went on I got worse and worse, hitting my head for longer amounts of time, I stopped sleeping more than an hour or two a night, I couldn 't cope. I even quit going to my the job I loved, which resulted in my getting fired. Eventually I started tearing the entire apartment apart when she 'd leave, I knocked over shelves and broke dishes, anything and everything I could throw or knock over was. Then I would panic and rush to fix everything before she got home, I always got it straightened back up. Everything seemed to be going downhill for me, my doctor put me on the highest dose of anti-depressants she could. I started shuffling through life and nothing but Phoebe brought me, even a little bit of joy. She, however didn 't feel the same about me, she started getting up earlier in the mornings, started leaving before I could even kiss her goodbye once, came home hours after her shift ended, started taking anti-depressants herself, and went straight to bed without even a 'hello ' to me. I even started leaving some of the mess I made out, broken dishes would lie on the kitchen floor, and books would lie all over the lounge, she either
She wore me loads of times that season. We went to parks, the grocery store, her work, and many more places. Then, one day she put me away and I didn 't come out at all that winter. I just got lower and lower in the stack of clothes. In the spring,
It was a challenge because she would talk to me when i was trying to go to sleep or when I was doing (trying)to do my homework. But then how i went thought it is that my mom and daddy fixed by putting an Invisible line in the room .
If there’s a test tomorrow, she’ll say something like, ‘Oh, I guess I’ll play hand-ball this afternoon and watch television tonight’, just to let you know she ain’t thinking about the test…. But of course when I pass her house on my early morning trots around the block, she is practicing the scales on the piano over and over and over and over. Then in music class she always lets herself get bumped around so she falls
Leading us to now were I am sitting in my room typing this and she’s happy and
I am writing to you because I am quite fearful of your current mental state. I understand that residential school is extremely stressful and emotionally distressful. Firstly, I have read the news regarding your classmates, from the suicides to the disease. Your life currently is very dark and lonely because grandmother passed away and your parents have abandoned you. What happened to Arden Little Light and the rest of your classmates that decided to commit suicide deeply dented even my own mental state.
I feel guilty because, I didn’t pay as much attention to her as I could’ve and now I have to live with
The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest. When we arrived at the doctors he started asking me many question about my day to day life.
I was an accident. I was born eight years after my sisters, Casey and Becky. Becky, twenty-eight, and the oldest, took care of me; I became her real life baby doll. And Casey, twenty-six, well, she ignored me. And still does.
When I did knock over the bottles, the water spilled, and the counselor that was counseling us was upset. I didn’t even say sorry, before realizing that I had to clean my mess myself, teaching me that I have to things independently.
When we got there I helped my dad put out the carpet and then attempted to drag the picnic table under the awning, but I couldn’t so my dad had to do it. So when we were done outside I went inside and asked my mom if I could help her inside, but when I went in she was already done and starting on dinner. She was tall for a woman, and her hair was curly kind of like a short afro.
and she’s always doing something else. I can become lonely
Alyssa Kuehl Mrs. Bauch Speech 3/3/16 Have you ever double checked if you locked the door? If so imagine doing this 20 times, this is what it?s like to be someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Today I?m going to inform you about OCD. First I will tell you what OCD is and its causes. Second I will tell you the different categories of OCD.
She was cooking and eating over my place. We shared food for a month. She was living second floor, it was clear that I wouldn 't make it up there. I felt that old love again.
But somehow the screaming and punishments were never directed towards me. She would always take the blame for our acts, even if it was
The good thing about us, people, is that at some point, we eventually feel this utmost, profound exhaustion in a damaged relationship that we never want to look back. Ever. We just want to move forward. So, after tears have been shed, after I was forced to lie in the bed I made, I just finally accepted it. It’s not ideal for me, in all honesty.