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Topic: Sociology > Depression
User: "James"
Date: 27 Mar 2006 02:25:54 AM
Object: Returned after 11 years (spoiler)
Well, I posted this once (I thought) but it did not show up, so I guess I
will try again.
I go by the handle (if this were CB) of Anym0use (anymouse is Naval Aviation
slang for "anonymous") because most of my life has been like that.
I just escaped (and that is the right word) eleven years of being
manipulated and swindled out of my disability compensation by folk who were
supposedly my "friends" helping me out of my then-disintegrating marriage.
Turns out my ex-wife is a lot nicer than I gave her credit for, and my
friends the villians in the black hats.
In the interim, I bought a house in Liberty MO, watched (from the basement)
as it was completely demolished in a tornado; I wound up as a nanny, teacher
for home-schooling, maid, dishwasher, while giving over all my money and
thinking I had it good. My child support was not paid, my roomies didn't
care about that. Thank goodness, my ex is more understanding, and we have
worked out an arrangement that will allow me to pay her what I owe without
going to prison. Goddess, it is easy to prey on those who will think
nothing but good of everyone, isn't it?
I came begging home to my Mother and step-father after a failed suicide
attempt with lithium carbonate - my roommates found me after I had hidden
away for the stuff to do its work. The VA declared me to be anorexic
(5'10", 105#), epilepsy out-of-control (had been hospitalized after I was
injured during a seizure), with scurvvy, and probably anti-social (no!).
The Government considered putting me in the long term facility at Hines in
Chicago (has concertina wire around a blockhouse shaped building), but at
the request of my step-father placed my parents as my guardians instead.
I have come quite a ways since I left my "friends" in Omaha. I am still
quite terrified of meeting people, and coming back to ASD is the furthest
yet. I don't go out alone, and have no friends here, but I am a hell of a
lot safer than I was such a short time ago. My weight is slowly increasing
(not enough to the VA's satisfaction), I am assigned a regular psydoc (in
these Bush days - not getting into politics - getting a regular psydoc at
any VA facility is a miracle).
Thank you all for having me back. And embies, if you are still here, thank
you for all those long posts so long ago before my divorce . . . more than
once you kept me going when I thought it was time for the conductor to punch
my ticket.
Blessed be, all of you here, and thank-you in advance
James
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User: "used2be"

Title: Re: Returned after 11 years (spoiler) 27 Mar 2006 08:16:39 AM
"James" <Anym0use@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:mkNVf.42874$_S7.30838@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...

Well, I posted this once (I thought) but it did not show up, so I guess I
will try again.

i'm pretty sure it posted the first time, hun....i remember reading this and
replying to it.
i'm sorry you are back but it's good to see ya...
~u2b
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User: "aaron from suburbia"

Title: Re: Returned after 11 years (spoiler) 27 Mar 2006 08:26:59 PM
Hi James - I dunno if we ever talked before (maybe not) but it sounds
like you've been to hell AND BACK.......... I'm glad things are not
quite as dark as they once were from what you were saying.......... I
hope that the cruelty, misery and crushing devastating depression and
dispair does not touch your life anymore, or as LEAST as possible.
.

User: "Jane"

Title: Re: Returned after 11 years (spoiler) 27 Mar 2006 08:50:23 AM
James wrote:

Well, I posted this once (I thought) but it did not show up, so I guess I
will try again.

I go by the handle (if this were CB) of Anym0use (anymouse is Naval Aviation
slang for "anonymous") because most of my life has been like that.

I just escaped (and that is the right word) eleven years of being
manipulated and swindled out of my disability compensation by folk who were
supposedly my "friends" helping me out of my then-disintegrating marriage.
Turns out my ex-wife is a lot nicer than I gave her credit for, and my
friends the villians in the black hats.

In the interim, I bought a house in Liberty MO, watched (from the basement)
as it was completely demolished in a tornado; I wound up as a nanny, teacher
for home-schooling, maid, dishwasher, while giving over all my money and
thinking I had it good. My child support was not paid, my roomies didn't
care about that. Thank goodness, my ex is more understanding, and we have
worked out an arrangement that will allow me to pay her what I owe without
going to prison. Goddess, it is easy to prey on those who will think
nothing but good of everyone, isn't it?

I came begging home to my Mother and step-father after a failed suicide
attempt with lithium carbonate - my roommates found me after I had hidden
away for the stuff to do its work. The VA declared me to be anorexic
(5'10", 105#), epilepsy out-of-control (had been hospitalized after I was
injured during a seizure), with scurvvy, and probably anti-social (no!).
The Government considered putting me in the long term facility at Hines in
Chicago (has concertina wire around a blockhouse shaped building), but at
the request of my step-father placed my parents as my guardians instead.

I have come quite a ways since I left my "friends" in Omaha. I am still
quite terrified of meeting people, and coming back to ASD is the furthest
yet. I don't go out alone, and have no friends here, but I am a hell of a
lot safer than I was such a short time ago. My weight is slowly increasing
(not enough to the VA's satisfaction), I am assigned a regular psydoc (in
these Bush days - not getting into politics - getting a regular psydoc at
any VA facility is a miracle).

Thank you all for having me back. And embies, if you are still here, thank
you for all those long posts so long ago before my divorce . . . more than
once you kept me going when I thought it was time for the conductor to punch
my ticket.

Blessed be, all of you here, and thank-you in advance

James

Hey James,
I saw it the first time too and responded, it's hard to post through
google, but anyway, welcome back, sorry it's under those circumstances.
I posted 8 - 9 years ago don't know if you were here then, but I've
always been Jane, or JaneA or even Jane Arsenal.
.

User: "Whiskers"

Title: Re: Returned after 11 years (spoiler) 27 Mar 2006 03:40:51 PM
On 2006-03-27, James <Anym0use@yahoo.com> wrote:

Well, I posted this once (I thought) but it did not show up, so I guess I
will try again.

snip
I think I saw it; anyway, welcome back and make yourself at home :))
--
-- ^^^^^^^^^^
-- Whiskers
-- ~~~~~~~~~~
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User: "CyberDroog"

Title: Re: Returned after 11 years (spoiler) 27 Mar 2006 10:24:15 AM
On Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:25:54 GMT, "James" <Anym0use@yahoo.com> wrote:

going to prison. Goddess, it is easy to prey on those who will think
nothing but good of everyone, isn't it?

I believe it is usually the other way around. It is easier to prey on
people who think the worst of others. All you have to do is make them
think they are cheating you, and it's a cake walk.
--
Freedom is not empowerment. Empowerment is what the Serbs have in Bosnia.
Anybody can grab a gun and be empowered. It's not entitlement. An
entitlement is what people on welfare get, and how free are they? It's not
an endlessly expanding list of rights -- the "right" to education, the
"right" to food and housing. That's not freedom, that's dependency. Those
aren't rights, those are the rations of slavery -- hay and a barn for human
cattle. There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn
well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take
the consequences.
- P.J. O'Rourke
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