I grew up with parents and siblings who have mental health issues, they were surprised to find out that it has a name. Anyone else have this in common? Today it is everywhere and very little is done about it, it's sad.
When I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor in 2002, I was diagnosed with "brain damage" that included multiple symptoms. When I was reevaluated in 2017, it'd been collectively labeled as neurocognitive disorder. There's no treatment and no cure because so few survive it. There's A TON of "suggested" remedies, but unfortunately nothing's worked on me so far..
I don't want sympathy or any of the self righteous babble people like to "share", but if anyone wants to ask questions, I'm happy to educate and share my experiences.
I "get it"!! hugs and prayers
Hugs and prayers for sure. My brother in law had severe brain damage 20 years ago. He still suffers. knowledge is power though right? So is the tumor still growing? So many questions. What motivates you at the end of the day? Right now I am having trouble with motivation.
My childhood was anything but normal. My mom (and sisters) had severe depression. It was taboo to admit much less treat at that time, so things spiraled downward quickly. I grew up in a hoarder hell like atmosphere isolated from everyone and assumed it was normal.
My sister who is now in her 50s refused treatment because of the stigma my mom instilled. She had panic attacks and would quit breathing as a child. I had to learn CPR at age 8. It progressed to agoraphobia in her teens and full blown complex PTSD today. I have supported her financially for 20 years, but I am at the point that I need to stop.
My husband is bipolar in addition to his health issues. He was able to hide it the first 10 years of marriage then a light switch flipped. I was advised to separate when his abuse showed signs of escalating from verbal and emotional to physical, but he had a heart attack and triple bypass before I finalized a plan to leave. He never knew. I was only going to stay a year to get him stabilized. I love him deeply and still see glimpses of the man I dedicated my life to. During that year, he was diagnosed with dementia and probable parkinsons.
His brother committed suicide as a result of his bipolar. My older stepson was diagnosed schizophrenic but refused treatment. My grandson has ADHD and the school asked that he be tested for autism. My stepson won't allow it. Instead, he homeschools. They have lived with me since January...this time.
Family mental health issues? Yes...I am familiar. It also pours over into my cuddling. Men with PTSD seem drawn to me. Many times I have held them in my arms as they try to hide the tears rolling down their cheeks, or they fall asleep because they finally relax.
I guess the most dramatic was a man suffering childhood sexual abuse. He had been diagnosed with dissociative disorder in addition to PTSD.
I survived and endure because of deep compassion and an overwhelming love for people. At 8 years old, I not only learned CPR, but I learned to take long walks with my other "Daddy" and pour out all the hurt, anger, questions and loneliness to God. FYI...I'm not a crazy religious zealot. The Bible refers to God as ABBA. It was a common, intimate term for a child's father, conveying a deep sense of personal relationship, childlike trust, awe, wonder and reverence.
With adhd depression and anxiety go hand in hand. Gotta love it