Dating With Mental Illness

If I ever commit to writing anything proper its as good a start as any, that concept

xp to mookie im in OK shape but that said it runs in the family and when I say runs I mean we have county medals

if someone tells you to fuck off, you don't tell them "you of all people should understand"

hey i did post this already

Ctrl f "you of all people should understand"
Results 2: mh and mh

There's no set response to someone telling you to fuck off tbf

Ctrl f "fuck off"
Results 2: mh and mh

Correction
Results 3: mh mh and darraghghggh (dont know how to read this)

a sentiment expressed in different phrases, to be sure

when I say runs I mean we have county medals

tbh it will devastate my worldview if you succumb

makes two of us I guess bud

mm what are you drinking

1. there's a difference between "blame" and "responsibility"

2. i would suggest that asking an anonymous internet messageboard for advice is not the best course of action for medical crises.

3. the inability or disinclination of certain people to suspend their moral judgment in time of crisis is regrettable.

4. i don't think recrimination is a useful response in this instance.

I found SSRIs lowered my tolerance to some extent but also made it apparently completely random, like one day on Zoloft I could drink all evening and feel not a lot, and then a few days or weeks later I might have just a couple of drinks and feel completely wrecked

Have had similar experience on Prozac. Although my tolerance also goes up rapidly if I drink for more than 1 day in a row.

which is dangerous because in a portion of the population a number of SSRIs can be a risk factor for liver damage

1. Numbers make lists
2. Theres a point to this list that no one has ever heard before
3. It's regrettable when people cause problems or make a scene
4. Number 2 was a lie

^srry, just joking around. I dont mean to interject myself in any previous beef between clashing parties in this thread. Seeing ppl drink themselves to death sounds sucky rushomanci

guys i wish i'd read the stuff about SSRIs and alcohol about 10 years ago

Ime people with alcohol problems don't go on about how much they've drunk so far, it is a shameful secret.
My [let's call her a P.A. today] gave me my Christmas present yesterday, it was vodka in a wooden box with an etched metal plaque thingum saying "Tim, Merry Christmas, Lots of Love, Your favourite PA", i'd post a photo but I lost my phone. I gave her socks, she seemed to like them. Then we went to pub, but she was working for the Old People today so she wasn't drinking and she went home before I was ready to leave, I went to walk home and woke up in a big pile of gravel in a yard somewhere, couldn't find my phone. I'll not blame my behaviour on mental illness, maybe I'll blame it on alcohol/SSRI combination, thaks for that.
I rewrote the 12 days of Christmas song for [Her], I lost my phone with the final version but according to my scrawled notes it was something like
12 Marvel films
11 songs for Laura
10 points for style
9 Swedish meatballs
8 treats for Kenny
7 former moonmen
6 sides of Sandinista!
FIIIIVE STURRIDGE GOOOOALS
4 shots of jaeger
3 fags to get home
2 avocados
and a moothie in the key of C
(most of that is in-jokes specially for her but there you go.)
She definitely likes me, but I'm not sure if she likes me. My [uh former fiancee] was making comments about her last night, which is actually a good sign, because on experience that tends to happen with anyone who might be considering sleeping with me.
I don't know if I'll see [my P.A.] again before Christmas, I was meant to be getting lift to Pub today from [an elser] to watch Newcastle-Villa with a Geordie, but I lost my phone so I never sorted the exact arrangements out and no one turned up at my door so hey-ho (prolly dodged a bullet there tbh, that is the least appealing fixture I can imagine). She'll surely be in Pub on Christmas Eve, then I could serenade her on the Christmas karaoke that is planned, but I have prior commitments that evening. Which I'm now considering fecking off in order to go sleaze on my employee. But I never went to a good school and I don't own any nice sweaters, so I will no doubt die alone.

NV have you had actual problems with that?

it accounts for probably the worst phase of my self-destructiveness. the effects people have been describing on here - at the time, i had a vaguely guilty sense that drinking was probably just stopping the meds from working as effectively as they could.

but i learned eventually by accident, or at least i stopped doing all that shit to myself once i'd sufficiently wrecked my life.

people with alcohol problems don't go on about how much they've drunk so far

btw this is so not true as to be meaningless

true but you did cut off the ime at the start!

hey it's the ilx equivalent of "with respect"

IME = My Father, My Mother, The Swedish Lady, myself, them old boys at the pub pissing themselves on the barstools, that's the only alcoholics I know really. The only people talking about their intake were the 22 year old attention seekers who would tell the lassies about their time in prison for killing the guy who beat their pregnant girlfriend and made her miscarry, despite the fact that I've not seen them away from the village for 2 days since they were a child, and you know it was him killed them kittens, right? Also, who calculates their home drinking in "shots"?

ime we live in a culture that revels in, glorifies and won't shut up about harmful drinking but that's just m.e. too i guess

and i still drink and still joke about drinking i just think not kidding ourselves is a good and useful start to managing it

Yeah I fully accept my non-knowledge on this matter given that I don't really get out much from this inbred insular teuchter sub-society, I can't really speak for everywhere else. Except the only pub in the village exploded a few years ago, so now I have to walk 2.6 miles to the nearest hub of human contact. Where I think I am tolerated by this point, but it may be the owners making excuses on my part when I'm not there, on account of my "mental illness".

i guess i'm reminding myself about something as much as anything at this point

It's possible to be a 22-year-old attention seeker and have genuine substance abuse problems, I mean, QED

so, you guys know i'm a drunkard and an idiot, and would never act on anything i threaten to in this thread, right?

Hadn't noticed any threats myself

that's exactly what very unstable person I have known has said, including people who drank a lot and said "I'd never actually try to kill myself, I just say a lot of things when drunk" xp

it only takes one instance of waking up and wandering into the living room to see an unstable person trying to wash down a handful of pills with vodka

http://www.recovery.org/topics/addiction-recovery-helplines/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Li8GrxE1jfg

lol. i'm still drinking.

i get it, now.

i am only 5'8". i am small (128 pounds). i am vegetarian for 12 years (it turns girls off).

i am also destitute.

i understand, now, that no one will ever marry me.

i would like someone to tell me i'm wrong. however, i know i'm right. no one will ever marry me.

not only am i vegetarian for 12 years (which girls hate), i also have severe mental illness.

lol. i'm a weirdo.

(i can't give up the vegetarian part).

i'm trying to come to terms with this. i'm 29. i just want to marry a nice woman. i just want to get married and love her forever. i'm not good enough for that.

i went to a good school, i'm good looking, but that's not how this works. i just turn people off. i just want to get married. i just want to get married.

how big is your cock?

*defecates*

i don't understand why you're both being jerks, but ok. :D

Don't give up, you can beat vegetarianism.

you don't need to get married. you might even fall for someone who isn't into it

bleurgh.

i just want to get married.
to someone nice.
but, i'm sick.
and, you're making fun of me.

i literally can't wait to regret that. i am drunk.

help.

yes, you need help, but unfortunately you're not going to find the sort of help you need on ILX. call your doctor.

it isn't like i'm not mad at myself. i wish i could stop thinking about this.

sorry. i really do disappoint myself.

sorry.

i hope i pass out/black out soon. fuck this.

thank you, the late great.

i know there's nothing i can do, ever - or, tonight.

i'm gonna drink and listen to dumb twee shit until i pass out.

What dumb twee shit?

thank you.

i was hoping for some intelligent discussion on what i posted, however.

you're not going to find the sort of help you need on ILX. call your doctor.

^^^