For those that got help / started taking mental health seriously, what was the turning point that made you?
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Paliglass · 41-45, F
Can't really call it a turning point. I was assaulted by someone who I thought was a friend at age 19. It sent me crazy. I went into my own world, didn't know who I was, they said I was psychotic and diagnosed me with schitzophrenia.
I had flashbacks of what happened three years later but when I called my mother she told me not to call her and bother her with my flashbacks. My aunt heard about it and felt sorry for me and said I could call her but I didn't have any more.
So that's when I started to get help. It wasn't a choice. It was an event. But if I hadn't already been abused as a child, I was depressed as a teenager and cut myself (but again my parents didn't get me help they just told me not to cut myself and I stopped), then I wouldn't of reacted the way I did to the assault by the person who I thought was my friend. So I needed help anyway. I guess he kind of was a friend in that sense :/ NOT I just attracted abusers because I was an abused child. Coping mechanisms that work as a child don't work so well as an adult.
If a child is a day dreamer, not with it or even says "I don't know" when asked their name people don't march them to the mental hospital, they just think it's a child daydreaming and messing around. As an adult being confused and not with it is a whole different ball game - you wander off, you don't respond appropriately to questions, you don't have sense of danger as an adult it's a problem...so I always needed help I just didn't get any. I didn't know cutting yourself was bad. I only knew when my father said "wtf have you done you stupid bitch people will think you're crazy" so I didn't do it again. I was so sad, hurt and ashamed and often didn't want to be alive that cutting myself seemed normal to me. When he said it's not normal I didn't do it again.
Once I was taken into hospital thought both my parents made sure I was seen as crazy. They still do because they're the ones who caused the original mental damage. Nobody would believe a crazy person so in one way it was good I got psychological help but in another way it's not so good. I'm not on medication and manage life but still that stigma of being crazy would mean a court wouldn't believe me. That's how I feel.
I had flashbacks of what happened three years later but when I called my mother she told me not to call her and bother her with my flashbacks. My aunt heard about it and felt sorry for me and said I could call her but I didn't have any more.
So that's when I started to get help. It wasn't a choice. It was an event. But if I hadn't already been abused as a child, I was depressed as a teenager and cut myself (but again my parents didn't get me help they just told me not to cut myself and I stopped), then I wouldn't of reacted the way I did to the assault by the person who I thought was my friend. So I needed help anyway. I guess he kind of was a friend in that sense :/ NOT I just attracted abusers because I was an abused child. Coping mechanisms that work as a child don't work so well as an adult.
If a child is a day dreamer, not with it or even says "I don't know" when asked their name people don't march them to the mental hospital, they just think it's a child daydreaming and messing around. As an adult being confused and not with it is a whole different ball game - you wander off, you don't respond appropriately to questions, you don't have sense of danger as an adult it's a problem...so I always needed help I just didn't get any. I didn't know cutting yourself was bad. I only knew when my father said "wtf have you done you stupid bitch people will think you're crazy" so I didn't do it again. I was so sad, hurt and ashamed and often didn't want to be alive that cutting myself seemed normal to me. When he said it's not normal I didn't do it again.
Once I was taken into hospital thought both my parents made sure I was seen as crazy. They still do because they're the ones who caused the original mental damage. Nobody would believe a crazy person so in one way it was good I got psychological help but in another way it's not so good. I'm not on medication and manage life but still that stigma of being crazy would mean a court wouldn't believe me. That's how I feel.
greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
Home invasion robbery. Woke up, middle of the night, to find a mean looking burglar looking down at me. Ran screaming from my house in my underwear.
Couldn't function for days, then weeks. Finally, a policewoman I talked to told me I had delayed stress from the robbery. I realized it was not my only time scared out of my wits as a crime victim. I had developed what amounted to a phobia of life. Had I been less scared, I might have become a vigilante. As it was,I sought out a psychotherapist. And it did help.
Couldn't function for days, then weeks. Finally, a policewoman I talked to told me I had delayed stress from the robbery. I realized it was not my only time scared out of my wits as a crime victim. I had developed what amounted to a phobia of life. Had I been less scared, I might have become a vigilante. As it was,I sought out a psychotherapist. And it did help.
greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
Home invasion robbery. Woke up, middle of the night, to find a mean looking burglar looking down at me. Ran screaming from my house in my underwear.
Couldn't function for days, then weeks. Finally, a policewoman I talked to told me I had delayed stress from the robbery. I realized it was not my only time scared out of my wits as a crime victim. I had developed what amounted to a phobia of life. Had I been less scared, I might have become a Vigilante. As it was, I went into therapy. And it helped.
Couldn't function for days, then weeks. Finally, a policewoman I talked to told me I had delayed stress from the robbery. I realized it was not my only time scared out of my wits as a crime victim. I had developed what amounted to a phobia of life. Had I been less scared, I might have become a Vigilante. As it was, I went into therapy. And it helped.
SageWanderer · 70-79, M