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As most of you regular readers know, my mom is a very angry person. Zero-to-pissed at the drop of a hat. Angry when someone uses a word or phrase she doesn't know, furious when anything doesn't go as planned--no matter how minor; flies into a rage over anyone daring to disagree--infinitely worse if someone dares to suggest that she's wrong about something, and catagory 5 tornado of rage if she actually turns out to be wrong. When I was a kid, she threw a swingline stapler at my face because I said Ally Sheedy was a brunette in The Breakfast Club even though she's a redhead in real life. I know...clearly something you need to do violence to your kid over, right?
I've been feeling angry for well over a year now. My usual mode is sarcasm. Most of what I encounter (granted, this is home, work, friends, shopping, and the internet--all pretty irritating) ends in my feeling somewhere between annoyed and incensed. It doesn't just affect my feelings. It affects my real work, my stupid-day-job that I hate, and everything else I need to do. I've stopped leaving the house for all non-essential activities--I don't even go grocery shopping anymore. I can't get into a car without constantly thinking of hurling myself out of it while it's moving (though this is more of an express way thing, not around down). Last night I thought about what would happen if I smothered H with a pillow so he wouldn't have to put up with my crap. (No, I'm not actually going to do it.) That's the same rationale that mommies use when they drown their kids in a bathtub, or drive them over a bridge.
I don't mind telling you, that scares the crap out of me. If I was still single and sans insurance, I'd get myself admitted to inpatient psyche. I clearly need it. I can feel an utter emotional collapse coming on. As it is, inpatient psyche for even a week would wipe out our entire savings. Every last bit and then some. So I'm stuck. And guess what? That makes me angry too.
In other news, The Walking Dead sucks. Fuck those guys. I'm putting my Evil Dead article on hold so I can write about this in detail for ZZN.
I'm delighted to hear that the feds are now involved in Trayvon Martin's murder. All you pricks who went on and on over KONY don't seem to give a shit about an American kid who got murdered by some neighborhood watch loon who calls the cops every time a neighbor sneezes. This kind of goes back to my earlier point about how fucked up everything gets when people can't get the mental health treatment they need.
And the Obama spokesman who said the White House doesn't want to be involved? Seriously? Weinvade liberate and free every oil-infested country in the whole damn world--but when a young kid is murdered for the heinous crime of buying candy in a posh neighborhood--suddenly we don't want to be involved?
I call bullshit on that.
I've been feeling angry for well over a year now. My usual mode is sarcasm. Most of what I encounter (granted, this is home, work, friends, shopping, and the internet--all pretty irritating) ends in my feeling somewhere between annoyed and incensed. It doesn't just affect my feelings. It affects my real work, my stupid-day-job that I hate, and everything else I need to do. I've stopped leaving the house for all non-essential activities--I don't even go grocery shopping anymore. I can't get into a car without constantly thinking of hurling myself out of it while it's moving (though this is more of an express way thing, not around down). Last night I thought about what would happen if I smothered H with a pillow so he wouldn't have to put up with my crap. (No, I'm not actually going to do it.) That's the same rationale that mommies use when they drown their kids in a bathtub, or drive them over a bridge.
I don't mind telling you, that scares the crap out of me. If I was still single and sans insurance, I'd get myself admitted to inpatient psyche. I clearly need it. I can feel an utter emotional collapse coming on. As it is, inpatient psyche for even a week would wipe out our entire savings. Every last bit and then some. So I'm stuck. And guess what? That makes me angry too.
In other news, The Walking Dead sucks. Fuck those guys. I'm putting my Evil Dead article on hold so I can write about this in detail for ZZN.
I'm delighted to hear that the feds are now involved in Trayvon Martin's murder. All you pricks who went on and on over KONY don't seem to give a shit about an American kid who got murdered by some neighborhood watch loon who calls the cops every time a neighbor sneezes. This kind of goes back to my earlier point about how fucked up everything gets when people can't get the mental health treatment they need.
And the Obama spokesman who said the White House doesn't want to be involved? Seriously? We
I call bullshit on that.

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I'm so fed up with everything, so I hear you on the anger stuff. I don't think I'm a danger to myself or others, but I'm just so sick of things that are feeding into it, and I don't really know what to do about it. It's really easy to say "don't let things get to you." It's something else to actually do it. Ugh. *hugs*
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Sister in broken-ness, you aren't alone on this road!
The in-patient thing might not be such a bad idea, especially if things are going bad at your work - it might help to keep that stuff on track.
I realized too late that I was going to lose a job over anger that didn't even totally feel like mine. It was just some random inherited characteristic like bad feet and blue/gray/green eyes. I should have taken more advantage of the therapy I could have had.
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Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
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Basically, you were dealt a REALLY shitty hand, but you have tools available to you to overcome it. Becoming your mother is by no means a sure thing.
I believe in you!
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I do think my willingness to seek treatment and try meds has put me worlds ahead of her. She honestly thought it was just me making her angry and violent--and continued to think this until I hadn't spoken to her in over a decade. It's pretty crazy.
I'm waiting for them to call me back so I can get a psyche appointment. Who knows, they may even know of a way I can go inpatient without ending up homeless.
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I've heard it said that outpatient programming is often better than an inpatient stay, because as an inpatient you don't have to deal with daily stressors, so you aren't forced to work through them with your team, and when you leave everything kind of hits you like 100 degree heat after an air conditioned building. Whereas with outpatient programming, you can work through your issues as they come up, and give real-time feedback on coping strategies they teach you.
I don't know what your insurance covers, or what the price is for these various treatment strategies, or even what's available in your area. But an appointment that only takes an hour twice a week, or group that meets in the evenings is certainly less of a financial burden than leaving work for a week or two. Find out what options are available to you.
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Sadly, the programs in my area like the ones you describe are not open to people with insurance. Sadly, we have insurance that we pay a LOT for, but the deductibles are still too high. If one of us was seriously injured, we'd lose our entire savings--and since we rent, we'd be homeless. Any sort of medical stay would require this. I do plan to check again when I see the doc, but as far as I know, there is no affordable day-hospital, or group program in the area. EMDR (which I sorely need) is not covered, and any one-on-one therapy session is $75 out of pocket not counting transportation to get back and forth.
Maybe if I learned French and figured out how to be less reactionary, indulgent, and paranoid, I could pass as a Canadian? ;-]
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*hug*
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We'll see what happens after I hear back from the doc.
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Whatever happens, I really hope you're going to be okay.
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Calling the nurse back so I can get a doc appointment tomorrow to see about changing the meds. Not sure there'll be a decent solution since those drug companies hold on to those patents like their balls. One of them was supposed to go generic this year, but now isn't until at least 2015.