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⌈ Secret Post #4493 ⌋

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This month sucks (vent incoming, mental illness tw)

[(Anonymous)]

I’ve had kind of a shitty, expensive month—lots of headaches, puking, doctor visit with pee test and blood draw, my 35-year-old virgin self’s first pap smear, period from hell, paid property and income taxes, my tv died, multiple expensive vet visits and another tomorrow for a surgery—and yesterday I had all-day mental health first aid training for work.

The instructors warned us parts might be triggering and said we could leave the room if we had to, and would not have to share personal info unless we wanted. Every lesson involved suicide warning sign checklists, and then the last two topics were psychosis and substance abuse.

My dad was a paranoid schizophrenic drug addict who threw himself under a truck on the freeway and my mom was a depressed alcoholic drug addict who drank herself to death after dealing with my dad and three different (the final untreatable) cancer diagnoses and never dealing with her parents’ alcoholism or her dad having raped her and her brothers.

Luckily the instructors sped through the substance abuse section so we could leave early, but the psychosis roleplay exercise involved two people having a conversation while a third whispered paranoid warnings in the “schizophrenic” person’s ear.

The instructors came over and asked why I wasn’t participating and offered to do the exercise with me.

Me: “my dad was a paranoid schizophrenic.” and I thought we didn’t have to explain our triggers

They apologized, but after dwelling on depression, anxiety, psychosis, and addiction all day yesterday, and with my period fucking with my emotions, I feel like a squashed bug. Aside from yet another vet trip, I’ve spent my day glued to the couch.

May better be fucking fantastic, because so far April really sucks.

Re: This month sucks (vent incoming, mental illness tw)

[(Anonymous)]

<3 that's awful and I'm sorry and also I really want to go yell at those instructors now because jeesh

Re: This month sucks (vent incoming, mental illness tw)

[(Anonymous)]

AYRT—I think they expected people who really couldn’t deal to leave the room; they were genuinely apologetic. I don’t mind telling people about my dad, although sharing about my mom with coworkers gets awkward because she worked for the same organization for 16 years.

Re: This month sucks (vent incoming, mental illness tw)

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh. That's awful.

Re: This month sucks (vent incoming, mental illness tw)

[(Anonymous)]

May tomorrow be so great that yesterday will grant you temporary amnesia.
Seriously, having to go through all that really sucks.
<3