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Hey guys,
So I just got back from a walk this evening and have been reflecting on my mental health and things - and wanted to share a positive memory of when I was in middle school and an English teacher I had who understood me more than most people did at the time.
He never gave me anything less than a 70 even when I was failing all of my other classes. But I remember after I repeated the 7th grade we watched a movie called "Flowers for Algernon" which is about a man who is autistic who was able to be treated and live a normal life temporarily unless he succumbed back to his illness.
I feel like Agernon. And i remember him looking at me when the movie played and I deep down know that there is something different about myself - but regardless of the fact; I am trying to stay positive.
It takes a deal of great courage to stand up to your enemies; but even more so - to stand up to your friends...so I think of him; because he was the teacher that went against the grain and gave me a grade that made me feel good about myself rather than bad. Even if I deserved a bad grade.
I think the best thing I had for myself was a resource after that - being able to sit down and do my homework before school started makes me think about how much peer support I could benefit from when it comes to my future and living life positively.
As I said in another forum; which has been a safe Haven for myself recently; I've found that this support network here at the NAFC has been helpful during times of great pain and stress when it comes to my bladder. I am still too embarrassed to say something to my family; so that i can get the required protection that I can take care of myself - such as the threaded Armor underwear. At the end of the day; I don't want to deal with spasms and pain - and I could benefit from a little support - and it would give me the confidence and independence to know I can do so independently even in a supported enviornment. I met a police officer who was kind a few weeks ago; who I opened up with that may know because of myself opening up to an investigator - and it's times like these where I wish others who understood the differences of my interpersonal conflicts could step in and say "Okay. We get this." And set me up for success so that I'm not humiliated or have to talk to people about it. Bladder problems over the past couple of years medically is something I've always done on my own; and I am too embarrassed to open up to others about it because I've learned in the past others cannot relate unless you are going through it too.
My roommate (who was once my significant other) told me im going to a nursing home for 29 year olds. But I don't see it that way. It's not health home aid - it is basically just a peer supported enviornment where I can live and have the resources to be able to make sure I am staying on task - and am able to live comfortably so I don't make actions of a 12 year old. My step dad told me that one. But after my walk; and the past few days of meeting people and sitting in a body where my brain acts differently than most - I have come to terms that I am different.
And that's okay.
Blessings In Christ,
Honeeecombs
So I just got back from a walk this evening and have been reflecting on my mental health and things - and wanted to share a positive memory of when I was in middle school and an English teacher I had who understood me more than most people did at the time.
He never gave me anything less than a 70 even when I was failing all of my other classes. But I remember after I repeated the 7th grade we watched a movie called "Flowers for Algernon" which is about a man who is autistic who was able to be treated and live a normal life temporarily unless he succumbed back to his illness.
I feel like Agernon. And i remember him looking at me when the movie played and I deep down know that there is something different about myself - but regardless of the fact; I am trying to stay positive.
It takes a deal of great courage to stand up to your enemies; but even more so - to stand up to your friends...so I think of him; because he was the teacher that went against the grain and gave me a grade that made me feel good about myself rather than bad. Even if I deserved a bad grade.
I think the best thing I had for myself was a resource after that - being able to sit down and do my homework before school started makes me think about how much peer support I could benefit from when it comes to my future and living life positively.
As I said in another forum; which has been a safe Haven for myself recently; I've found that this support network here at the NAFC has been helpful during times of great pain and stress when it comes to my bladder. I am still too embarrassed to say something to my family; so that i can get the required protection that I can take care of myself - such as the threaded Armor underwear. At the end of the day; I don't want to deal with spasms and pain - and I could benefit from a little support - and it would give me the confidence and independence to know I can do so independently even in a supported enviornment. I met a police officer who was kind a few weeks ago; who I opened up with that may know because of myself opening up to an investigator - and it's times like these where I wish others who understood the differences of my interpersonal conflicts could step in and say "Okay. We get this." And set me up for success so that I'm not humiliated or have to talk to people about it. Bladder problems over the past couple of years medically is something I've always done on my own; and I am too embarrassed to open up to others about it because I've learned in the past others cannot relate unless you are going through it too.
My roommate (who was once my significant other) told me im going to a nursing home for 29 year olds. But I don't see it that way. It's not health home aid - it is basically just a peer supported enviornment where I can live and have the resources to be able to make sure I am staying on task - and am able to live comfortably so I don't make actions of a 12 year old. My step dad told me that one. But after my walk; and the past few days of meeting people and sitting in a body where my brain acts differently than most - I have come to terms that I am different.
And that's okay.
Blessings In Christ,
Honeeecombs
