Due to some shit happening, told my mother ship I'd go see a psychiatrist, (my doctor recommended it) , told her this over the phone. She tried to persuade me not too, told her I would still cause I want to see what they say.. she hung up on me. :/
Not really relevant to the meme, but been holding this in since it happened.
Edit: Thanks for all the kind words everyone. Appointment is tmrrow and I'm still going through with it. Saw her a few hours ago, and she gave me something to she bought to help with my panicky feelings and then told me not to go to it. I love the woman but I just want to see what could happen. Keeping it in doesn't help, talking to friends/family only helps so much till I feel like I can no longer open up to em cause it's the same BS all over again, anyway, Thanks again. Much blessings to you all.
Edit II: Havent had the opportunity to look through everything but Ive read through a good amount, and all I can say is seriously, thank you for your kind words. Fr fr.
About the mother ship thing, it's just one of the things I refer my mom as. Madre/Mother ship/Mother Unit.
Growing up wasnt the best, me and her did clash a good amount of times, but I was a pain in the ass at times. I know she cares and loves me, and she's concerned but with all the things Ive tried to fight off, eventually this would have happened. I just didnt want to do it behind her back or let her find out from anyone else.
I'm hoping it works. Where Im at, im not entirely sure how big my options are for a therapist, and if it doesnt Im really not sure what my next step is. Im hoping a rift doesnt come between my mother and I. Again, thank you and blessings to y'all.
Me and a good friend ended up in the same in-house rehab 1 day apart. The day earlier he was committed for black tar heroin. I was there for pills.
EDIT: Gaining a bit of traction so I'll add a little bit more. We had no idea either was there until we saw each other in the common area immediately after my check in. It was somewhat of a surreal experience. What are the odds kinda thing. Looking back, it should give you a snapshot of our lifestyles at the time. Which at the time didn't seem too extraordinary. Just in our early twenties partying all the time. The initial plan was to actually move me to a different re-hab in another city but I lobbied to stay once I saw my friend. The counselor or insurance lady (not really sure what her role was but she had to agree) was against it but eventually let me stay. It was a bizarre experience. Kind of like summer daycamp with 3 sessions of group therapy a day. I found out that one of the guys staying there was faking his addiction. His work insurance covered his re-hap stint and it was the best vacation he could afford - it was free. Sounds crazy I know, but this particular re-hab wasn't too far off from a nice hotel.
EDIT #2: That's not even all of it. There was an old lady there (might have been younger than she looked) that was bound to one of the electric wheelchairs. I forget what her drug choice was, but her room got tossed and they found meth. The staff was tipped off by another patient, I think she was stupid enough to tell people. The kicker is that she had never done meth before, she just wanted to try it I guess cause was just jonesing in general? I really haven't made sense of it myself. Another random thought is a guy from high school I recognized came through for a like a day before being transferred to his "preferred" rehab - his words.
We need more men being open about sadness like that. Men are way more likely to keep that shit in. To all my dudes out there, talk to your homies. Normalize men having feelings 👏
Diyanzou on March 12nd, 2019 at 13:10 UTC »
Due to some shit happening, told my mother ship I'd go see a psychiatrist, (my doctor recommended it) , told her this over the phone. She tried to persuade me not too, told her I would still cause I want to see what they say.. she hung up on me. :/
Not really relevant to the meme, but been holding this in since it happened.
Edit: Thanks for all the kind words everyone. Appointment is tmrrow and I'm still going through with it. Saw her a few hours ago, and she gave me something to she bought to help with my panicky feelings and then told me not to go to it. I love the woman but I just want to see what could happen. Keeping it in doesn't help, talking to friends/family only helps so much till I feel like I can no longer open up to em cause it's the same BS all over again, anyway, Thanks again. Much blessings to you all.
Edit II: Havent had the opportunity to look through everything but Ive read through a good amount, and all I can say is seriously, thank you for your kind words. Fr fr.
About the mother ship thing, it's just one of the things I refer my mom as. Madre/Mother ship/Mother Unit.
Growing up wasnt the best, me and her did clash a good amount of times, but I was a pain in the ass at times. I know she cares and loves me, and she's concerned but with all the things Ive tried to fight off, eventually this would have happened. I just didnt want to do it behind her back or let her find out from anyone else.
I'm hoping it works. Where Im at, im not entirely sure how big my options are for a therapist, and if it doesnt Im really not sure what my next step is. Im hoping a rift doesnt come between my mother and I. Again, thank you and blessings to y'all.
Goal_Post_Mover on March 12nd, 2019 at 13:40 UTC »
Me and a good friend ended up in the same in-house rehab 1 day apart. The day earlier he was committed for black tar heroin. I was there for pills.
EDIT: Gaining a bit of traction so I'll add a little bit more. We had no idea either was there until we saw each other in the common area immediately after my check in. It was somewhat of a surreal experience. What are the odds kinda thing. Looking back, it should give you a snapshot of our lifestyles at the time. Which at the time didn't seem too extraordinary. Just in our early twenties partying all the time. The initial plan was to actually move me to a different re-hab in another city but I lobbied to stay once I saw my friend. The counselor or insurance lady (not really sure what her role was but she had to agree) was against it but eventually let me stay. It was a bizarre experience. Kind of like summer daycamp with 3 sessions of group therapy a day. I found out that one of the guys staying there was faking his addiction. His work insurance covered his re-hap stint and it was the best vacation he could afford - it was free. Sounds crazy I know, but this particular re-hab wasn't too far off from a nice hotel.
EDIT #2: That's not even all of it. There was an old lady there (might have been younger than she looked) that was bound to one of the electric wheelchairs. I forget what her drug choice was, but her room got tossed and they found meth. The staff was tipped off by another patient, I think she was stupid enough to tell people. The kicker is that she had never done meth before, she just wanted to try it I guess cause was just jonesing in general? I really haven't made sense of it myself. Another random thought is a guy from high school I recognized came through for a like a day before being transferred to his "preferred" rehab - his words.
LawfulConfused on March 12nd, 2019 at 14:17 UTC »
We need more men being open about sadness like that. Men are way more likely to keep that shit in. To all my dudes out there, talk to your homies. Normalize men having feelings 👏