by CopperCrewe » Fri Jul 01, 2016 10:52 pm
I have been diagnosed with asthma, some type of gallbladder disorder that's apparently genetic, I have weak veins in various parts of my body, plus various allergies. I know for a fact that I have a "weak immune system" but I don't know the specifics of it. I do take medications for these (albuterol, loratadine, ibuprofen, etc.) But some of my problems I have yet to discuss with a doctor, but my next visit should not be long from now.
I don't really have anyone who can change my parents' mind. I can try my best and just keep on going how I am. Maybe the next doctor's visit will convince them. And a hotline? I don't really know, I haven't really had good experiences with hotlines.
My sophomore year had been especially stressful. School starts at 7:30 (but I'm there by 7:23). I take 1 hour to find clothing and iron, charge and update my school laptop, and other small things. Then I take another hour to shower and fix my hair (which is the bigger challenge). Then the next hour is taking various medications (treatments can take a while), packing up my bags, finding my ID (always seem to misplace this) and pack extra clothing/ other items (Because of my first period P.E class). I stayed up so late due to all the work. I took two honors classes, a college level class, a foreign language and Geometry. My classes are filled with countless projects, essays, worksheets, presentations, analyzing documents, and so many questions. The work isn't really hard, it's just that there was so much of it. Especially near the end of the year, there wasn't a day where I could take a break. And after all my work was said and done, I just couldn't fall asleep. Which would affect me in class, during the year I'd black out in the middle of class, usually by eleven. I honestly looked like a panda with the black circles I had under my eyes. And that's not even the only problems I have sleepwise. I also have a habit of sleepwalking, which often leads me to wake up in the hallway, or to hurt myself while acting out and action.
I can say for a fact, being sickly does affect my appetite. Usually I don't feel well enough for breakfast, so I skip it. This has led to some problems ( I have P.E in the morning, so I'm usually extremely low on energy. I have almost passed out on multiple occasions after runnning. However, eating breakfast will definitely lead to vomiting. Most of the time, I would eat a small amount of lunch at school, usually just a serving of fries, but I'll admit to skipping lunch some days. I do usually eat when I get home, usually a bowl of cereal. Then I eat a normal portion of dinner. Lately, I have been eating more food, I have a light breakfast, a normal lunch, and sometimes dinner. And I usually don't get to go grocery shopping, it's either done while I'm at school, early in the morning, or late in the evening. But I don't really get to suggest anything. And I do have some fruits and vegetables in my diet. It's just during the summer, my diet is full of junk because that's easier to buy in bulk. We have fruit, but it gets eaten so quickly, it's gone usually by the end of the day.
I know I should exercise. I have everything prepared for exercising. I have a whole book of yoga exercoses, I have various routines that I have personalized, and I own weights. It's just hard to convince myself to do it. At the beginning of June, I did exercises every day for a good week and a half, but then one day I didn't feel ikea getting up and pushed it off. I haven't really done much since then, and it is really my own laziness that prevents me.
My parents know. I have talked about it to them many, many times. I honestly don't know what they want me to do. They also know I've been having a hard time focusing and remembering. It's become somewhat of a joke in my house. One time, I woke up on the floor, unsure of how I got there, or how long I've been there. The response was laughter and "again?". My focusing and memory issues have affected me quite a bit.
Ex 1: I left my $500 laptop at school, unsure of where it was. Turns out, I left it in a classroom, during lunch. At later points in time, I left this laptop in various other places, always thinking I slipped it in my bag
Ex 2: I had left my glasses in so many places around campus, various people bringing them to me, and having to go on voyages to find them. I had misplaced my glasses around campus a total of 15 times.
Ex 3: I would forget that I had assignments. Or I'd remember doing assignments that I never did. Or I'd forget to submit an assignment. A recent thing was that I forgot to pick up acredidation documents, and I am still unsure of the consequences of that.
Ex 4: My focusing issues would cause me to space out a lot, and miss a lot of information. Or something would catch my attention and distract me greatly fromantic whatever task I'm doing. One time I was listening to the beginning of a lecture, and the next moment I remember was the lecute being completed, while I was still staring straight at the bored.
As for the most part, I think I should be okay, I've lasted thus far without too much injury. I haven't tried to off myself for years, and I am 3 months clean from self harm as of now. I've latest for over 4 years with this, now I only have to wait for half of that. My support system has been weak, when I was 12 and suicidal, no friends batted an eye. When I was 13 and crying, I was mocked, for my interests, for my weakness. When I was 14 and having breakdowns in class, no one helped, I had hit "rock bottom" they said. When I was 15 and had my arms covered in bandages due to the scratches, no one took me seriously, it was all a joke to them. Laughing as I tried to pass the scars off, telling me "I can't be serious.", and always changing the topic. Now isn't any different. I'm left with nothing but myself. But I guess I can handle it, I've always handled it myself before. I'm the one who talked myself out of drowning myself. I'm the one who cheered myself up, telling myself not to cry. I'm the one who pacified myself during breakdowns, who came up with special methods to pull myself together. And I'm the one who finally told my brain that enough was enough and that I didn't deserve the pain I was causing myself, I was the one to heal my wounds. And while I am still very depressed, I can probably manage for a couple years, especially since I have a way to get at least a little support from you guys.