Hi everyone,
First of all, as you can possibly see, I have cross posted this to a
few of my groups. I needed to do this. I hope you will accept that
and allow me my therapy and help. Please forgive me if I come across
angry, snitty or confused along with repetitious at this time,
because I really am in a predicament that is causing me stress and in
that is causing me to want to go back to behaviours that I still have
not gotten under control and that I still have not full recovered
from, though it's been months now (since May) with the last
reoccurance of things become "bad" over the past three to four
weeks.
The thing that really has me down right now is the fact that later on
today is my bariatric surgeon's nurse's monthly support group. They
are a structured group and we discuss structured things. The only
thing is - and to some of you I mentioned this - so again - bear with
me - I don't feel I get any real support...from the other patients,
whether in the program before or after me, from the nurse, or from
the doctor (really the doctor is a greater possibility, it's just
catching him in time to really talk and let him know how I am feeling
and what I am doing and what he feels I should do or get some
POSITIVE and CARING and YES, SYMPATHETIC, feedback.) When I try
speaking to the nurse, well for example, the last time all she said
was, in a demanding, raised, irritated voice, (not a direct
quote) "You know hurting or killing yourself is not the answer." I
know that, I understand that, but that is not what my mind is
accepting - if any of you understand, and I hope you do - because
I've tried pleasing people, still do, and I've tried helping people,
still do...and I only usually end up being trampled on. The other
thing is, it's the same way with my mother. I remember even she said
to me once (not a direct quote) "You're not getting any sympathy from
me." What I need, or feel I need, is compassion, love, caring
support, not a raised, demanding, harsh, irritated voice from someone
who I - think I am to and do - look up to. So later on today, I risk
going into the same atmosphere as last month, and the months before.
For those of you who don't know, I suffer mental illnesses (as this
is being sent to some groups that do not deal with mental
illnesses). Obsessive Compulsive, Phobic, Panic, Post Traumatic
Stress, Borderline Personality Disorders and then my main (or what
they in the psychiatric fields call "Axis") diagnosis is
Schizoaffective Disorder. Just so you can all get a feel that I
suffer from many things, and am coming from a long list of problems
that I must learn to deal with and/or cure.
The funny thing is the my mother and the bariatric surgeon's nurse
are both psychiatric nurses! So I don't know why they treat me like
this. For my mother, perhaps it's painful to see me suffer - I just
don't know. I have tried to ask her what she thinks my problem is.
Well the one thing that both of these women seem to have in common is
the thought that I need to grow up. !!! That is something that
totally angers me and blows me away !!! And why? Because while yes,
I mope and I am depressed and I suffer and I binge eat to satisfy my
stress with the hopes of dying - after all it does make me feel
better when I eat sweets - and I do not really do anything at all at
home - except sleep and sometimes wash dishes and do my own laundry -
and other activities take the form of either "living" here on the
internet and AIM, going to partial, which in honesty is kind of
starting over again due to the fact that I've gotten in one good
session where a lot of emotion came out and then I was running away -
not going - because I didn't want to face those feelings, those
thoughts, those facts about my horrible and abusive life up to just
recently.
As of yesterday I started exercising again, for 45 minutes, primarily
working on my thights, buttocks and abdomen. I am going to hopefully
encorporate another exercise workout in the evening (since I have the
time, I am on disability) which is primarily bellydancing steps and
instruction. The sugar though I cut down on, but did not lay off of
entirely. And after writing this, after reading more of a book that
I purchased " I HATE YOU - Don't Leave Me - Understanding the
Borderline Personality " by Jerold J. Kreisman, M. D. and Hal
Straus which is great because I recognize a lot of me in the
descriptions given in the book (and I am only on page 65), but
frustrated me because I also recognized bits of my family and how I
was treated by other people in there (again taking me down "memory
lane" which I'd love to cut and dig up!!), and knowing about the
support group, in which I need my B-12 shot, so I should go, I only
feel like running - I don't know if I want to go to the support
group - and face MORE rejection and "bad" scrutiny with uncaring eyes
and tones of voice. Also then the frustration of another day with my
mother asking a hundred times "where are you going" and acting like I
am both a child and need to be kept on a very short leash. Though, I
admit, I do in a way, because eating/spending are my two habitual
ways of dealing with all of these problems - and are addictions as
well.
Thank you for listening.
I know I need help.
I just don't love myself.
And I don't feel I'm deserving of love.
I yet contradictorily know I deserve love,
And also need and deserve help and a better life.
Take care, be well, much love.
~ Katie
PS: At the time of writing this, it was early morning, but due to
some glitch in AOL's sending or allowing the e-mails to be sent I
didn't get a chance to send this off until the evening because I had
to come in and personally send it to each group I wanted it to go
to. As it stands now, I did pretty good I guess, I had a small
breakfast with too many carbohydrates, and that is not good, but at
the same time I was a bit more controlled portion wise. I ate my
protein first and only about what would be 1 or less the equivelent
of a piece of french toast cinnamon roll (Ruby Tuesday's). I did my
morning exercises and I feel pretty good. I actually saw a change in
my body for the best. Now I know if I cut out the sugar all together
I'll see a greater increase for the good of my body and in the shape
of my body. As for the support group, I did not go. I was just
determined not to put myself back into an abusive, or possibly
abusive, situation. I will talk with the doctor either in October
when is my appointment or if he respects my request for him to call
me. I will be calling the office Monday to have a message written
and then left on his voice mail for me. This behavior from his nurse
will not go unnoticed or unspoken about. It's plain rediculous.
I've got too many other things on my plate to worry about than a
nurse who is radical and seems to care more about her clique of
patients. Again, thank you.