He might have been an actual doctorate-having doctor. We should have better titles really to reflect our contribution to human understanding. Letting any medical graduate with a certificate in Googling use the title diminishes us.
He might have been an actual doctorate-having doctor. We should have better titles really to reflect our contribution to human understanding. Letting any medical graduate with a certificate in Googling use the title diminishes us.
Psychiatrists are doctors.
No, they're literally medically qualified doctors.
This is what I mean. We need some hierarchy. I remember some lass Palestinian Jeff was messing about telling me she wanted to specialise in skin because it was the hardest field. Really love?
The NHS sounds grim.
They are qualified GP's that do more study...
Never change, Giggles.
lolling out loud at that FACT.
Nurses are the divvy ones who direct traffic around the roadworks.
Nurses chain smoke and get diagnosed with mentall illnesses.
Dr of the sads.
Change Giggles' username to doctor of cement please.
Nurses are just flight attendants of the land.
They're more like indoor Traffic Wardens, the miserable cunts.
Pleb is a doctor of trolleys.
I believe if you have a medical degree and a PhD you're officially Dr Dr.
I deliver Amazon packages rather than children so I'm clearly more important.
But really how much does it take to say 'straighten yourself up and get to fuck on with things' in a nice way, and throw some tablets at someone. Though you'd probably need a doctorate to weed out all the cunts these days who have "mental health issues" as a fashion statement.
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Give it a couple of years and they'll deliver children as well.
I know posts like this generally attract nothing but jokes, but fuck it, I need to process.
My wife is currently up at the hospital with our 5 month old, he's been admitted because he's not gaining anywhere near enough weight, and they're worried there's a more sinister explanation than just 'reflux'. He was born weighing 8.5lb, he's now just over 13lb. Even factoring in his genetic predisposition to having a tiny head, that is a worrying growth rate.
So now I'm sat at home, 3 year old in bed after sobbing her heart out because she's missing her mum, and I don't actually know what to do with myself. I feel completely empty. I should probably be sad or angry at the world, but I'm just, well, empty.
The inevitable Google searches I shouldn't be doing have chucked out everything from Leukaemia to Crohn's disease, and as selfish as this is, I don't know that I could deal with anything like that, and the prospect of doing so has just left me staring blankly at the wall for about 20 minutes.
For 5 months we've been battling this and for 5 months he's just been getting worse. I don't know that I'm depressed, but I feel like I've just given up.
You might want to consult a doctor of cement before you Google yourself into a panic.
@Spikey M my boy i know you're feeling down and out but I promise you once they figure out what's going on your natural instinct will kick in and you'll just say "fuck it, this is just something we gotta do" and you're gonna be there for the little guy to the absolute fullest.
You guys will get through this. The problem is you just don't know what's going on so you obviously feel helpless cause there's literally nothing you can do right now.
I'm sure you're very stressed out but I promise you guys will get through this. Just gotta figure out what avenue to take. Once they diagnose the problem, you'll spring to action and it'll be fine xx
That's how I tend to handle stress too, Spike. It's great for pushing on and getting things done, but is almost certainly depression.
This is probably going to highlight my complete lack of knowledge on Mental Heath Issues, but I thought 'depression' was for when you have no legitimate reason for feeling how you do, it's just your bodies chemistry being a cunt?
Depression is a diagnosis based on symptoms. It can have an obvious cause, no cause at all or anything in between.
This is the description from the international classification of diseases, which is one of the two main bibles for mental health diagnostic criteria:
the patient suffers from lowering of mood, reduction of energy, and decrease in activity. Capacity for enjoyment, interest, and concentration is reduced, and marked tiredness after even minimum effort is common. Sleep is usually disturbed and appetite diminished. Self-esteem and self-confidence are almost always reduced and, even in the mild form, some ideas of guilt or worthlessness are often present. The lowered mood varies little from day to day, is unresponsive to circumstances and may be accompanied by so-called "somatic" symptoms, such as loss of interest and pleasurable feelings, waking in the morning several hours before the usual time, depression worst in the morning, marked psychomotor retardation, agitation, loss of appetite, weight loss, and loss of libido. Depending upon the number and severity of the symptoms, a depressive episode may be specified as mild, moderate or severe
I always figured depression always comes from a reason. The guys I see that claim for it have usually had long-term unemployment or some kind of trauma in their life. From personal experience, I knew why I was depressed and managed to sort my situation out. That can be hard to do if you've lost the motivation for it. Thankfully, I did get to the point where, like Bruh says, "Fuck it. I need to do this."
Chin up, Spikey. There's nothing unusual about how you're feeling and plenty of other parents have gone through the same thing. Persevere and you'll get through it.
Alright, gang. Anyone have issues with OCD/generally obsessive thought processes? I'm not at washing my hands until the skin falls off levels, but some mornings I end up checking all the hobs on the oven are turned off about 5 times. That kind of stuff doesn't really bother me cus it's not massively intrusive, though it's probably the most cliche OCD symptoms I have.
However I have a tendency to get fixated on some fairly insignificant thing and it totally takes over my brain and gets me down despite knowing it's fucking trivial.
A typical thing is CLOTHES, which seems to recur every few years or so. I realised the other day I basically don't have enough clothes, and need a few new t shirts and jeans and stuff. Rational response would be to figure out roughly what I want, go on some websites, buy those things, great.
Instead I can't help but spiralling into overthinking and analysis paralysis with about 29 tabs open on google chrome, panicking that oh if I buy THAT pair of jeans, I'm not sure what trainers it will go with? Hmm, maybe I need to get some new trainers, but what be something to go with the other stuff I have? Oh and I keep buying stuff off asos, I should probably try to diversify, don't want to be the kind of person who just buys everything from the same shop. Then there's about 8 blogs about independent clothing websites open, a cursory 4 hour check of ebay listings etc etc.
Inevitably this mania ends with me getting incredible agitated and just closing down the laptop without buying anything, or worse panic buying about £100 worth of stuff that I end up hating, and I'm still wearing the same tatty clothes I've had for years.
It's not just for clothes, it can be anything. Realised I hadn't gotten into much new music recently and it ended up with me doing some sort of insane data analysis of about 50 BEST ALBUMS OF X/ALL TIME lists, then getting pissed off and listening to The Colour of Spring by Talk Talk 8 times in a row instead. Great album, tbf.
It sorta links in with all my substance abuse issues, in the sense that deep down I've always been drawn towards getting pissed/fucked up as a way to make these intrusive thought processes fuck off basically, yet obviously the aftermath is that I'm ill, rundown and miserable which makes the symptoms much worse.
I'm about a week off the piss, and two weeks without putting any shit up my nose (aside from accidental spillage from scuba diving, natch), which is a start, but I must admit I'm feeling pretty...fragile.
The only plan I've got is to basically force myself to stay sober for a good couple of months, and see how mental I am then. As such I'll be able to roughly separate what issues are directly caused by my dreadful lifestyle choices from stuff that's just there. Then get proper professional help (counselling probably, maybe see a GP if I think some sort of legal chemical intervention might help) to attempt to sort it out.
Anyone suffer from anything similar, and have any advice on how to feel less shit?
The clothes thing, just buy em in an actual shop. I don’t understand people who do clothes shopping online, you’ll never be satisfied unless you try them on before you buy them.
The album thing, I (used to) do basically the same thing, and I think it’s because we’re both mildly autistic.
You’re fine
Yeah grow up lad.
Is everything a mental health issue these days? You're struggling to pick a t-shirt, lad.
I bought a job lot of 25 cheap t-shirts online for about 48 quid a few weeks ago. Never have to worry about upper half clothing again.
Checking your oven five times before leaving is a compulsion. Researching everything in minutiae for hours on end with no productivity attached to do it would be an example of obsessing.
But an OCD diagnosis requires it to actively intrude upon your life and/or impede your function on a day-to-day basis.
Intrusive thoughts are irrational, distressful, and can't be shaked.
For two examples, I take medication so that I don't have
to:
1) wonder every five to ten minutes if I actually love the woman who is now my wife; and
2) have a vivid image of me violently squashing my dog's skull with my foot flash through my mind whenever I walk by.
Anxiety and stress both tend to exacerbate symptoms. I imagine the former is what is driving that obsessive behaviour you're showing.
Some wholesale site. I won't say they're the highest quality, but I can always do it all again next year and who cares what clothes men wear anyway?
One of my closest childhood friends died yesterday morning, having taken a load of valium and gabapentin. When his mum went into his phone to get some of his mate's numbers to let them know what had happened, she found a load of texts, written but not sent, basically saying goodbye to people and thanking them for help they'd given him over the years.
I saw him on Saturday and again on Monday and wouldn't have guessed anything was wrong. It's fucked me right up.
it's most often exactly the case that no1 can see it coming because those that have their suicide already planned are calm and cheerful (their misery is coming to an end, and they know the end-date) it's very hard for those around the person, however, in the end, it's a personal choice.
@phonics ????
What a good bot.
Fuck this, I'm going back to counselling. My anxiety is through the roof, I'm desperately lonely, I feel totally out of control of everything in my life. I am at 90% of my pressure bar constantly and it occasionally spills over. More often than I'd like. I'm struggling to sleep without waking 40 times a night as well.