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Social phobics living with parents/siblings/relatives.

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It’s so nice to have parents who support and help you. My parents are very supportive also and it helps a lot. I think you have a great way of looking at life… instead of looking at what other people have and you don’t have, you look at what you’re lucky for. That’s great. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Jenn Starkman wrote: > Hmmm…I’m starting to feel like the luckiest person here–and when you’re 24 > years old with three chronic, debilitating physical illnesses, severe unipolar > depression, post-traumatic stress, mild agoraphobia and STRONG social phobia, > that doesn’t happen too > often. <Grin> > I live with my parents–have never moved out, except for an attempt to go away > to university a few years ago which lasted all of a week before I broke down > completely and had to come home. > It’s frustrating to be 24 and living with my parents, but in all other regards > I’m TOTALLY blessed.  My parents are incredibly supportive, and understanding > to the best of their ability (obviously they can’t understand *everything*, > since my mind works in a manner completely unfamiliar to them).  I pay room > and board (I’m on disability benefits) only because it was *my* idea (I felt I > had to contribute something to the household, though they’ve never asked), but > they pay for most of my other necessities (clothing, if it’s needed, > transportation, meds that aren’t covered by my benefits, etc.).  They > encourage me to challenge myself as much as possible, but are very tolerant of > the fact that there is only so much I can do, and they try hard not to push me > beyond that point or make me feel bad about it. > Of course, this sounds a little more perfect (and nauseatingly sweet <wry > grin>) than it really is, but I guess what I’m saying is that given all the > physical and psychological baggage I come with (think steamer trunks rather > than shoulder bags <grin>), I know that I"m pretty damn lucky to have it as > good as I do. > Jenn > "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King Jr.

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In article <19990206183918.22254.00000…@ng22.aol.com>,    mzp…@aol.com (MzPami) wrote: >Hi Jenn, >Your family sounds very understanding, I hope you don’t  ever take it for >granted :) >Pam

I certainly don’t!  If there is one thing I’ve learned in the last few years, that is it–I don’t *ever* take my parents for granted.  In fact, corny though it sounds, I tell them every day how lucky I feel and how much I love them for being so understanding after everything my illnesses have put them through. The downside, of course, is that living with parents this supportive and understanding, one of my greatest fears is how I would ever survive if, God forbid, something happened to them.  I’m so reliant on them not only physically (because of my disabilities) but emotionally, that I’d probably fall apart completely. Jenn "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King Jr.

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In article <36BCD731.15758…@kinghost.com>, nick <n…@kinghost.com> wrote: >It’s so nice to have parents who support and help you. My parents are very >supportive also and it helps a lot. I think >you have a great way of looking at life… instead of looking at what other >people have and you don’t have, you look at >what you’re lucky for. That’s great.

Thanks!  I have my days, of course, when I feel like the most miserable, unlucky wretch on Earth, but for the most part I’ve managed to count my blessings. Jenn "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King Jr.

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I live with both parents, a younger sister, and an uncle. and 3 cats…and some lizards. I attempted to live out on my own in Boston… and then i turned into a mental basketcase. so i was "forced" to come back down to florida. and…well, my mom was a social phobe, so she understands…dad doesn’t get it but he’s not an asshole about it. My sister is a complete extravert…and my uncle…just doesn’t care. We all joke around about it. So it’s not bad at all. SP is not an unusual thing in my family.. so everything’s fine at home here. *LiZ* glass…@aol.com "I haven’t been this tempted to purchase a piece of machinery since I bought the Craftmatic adjustable bed just to see if I could blow myself." -Dennis Miller

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Hmmm…I’m starting to feel like the luckiest person here–and when you’re 24 years old with three chronic, debilitating physical illnesses, severe unipolar depression, post-traumatic stress, mild agoraphobia and STRONG social phobia, that doesn’t happen too often. <Grin> I live with my parents–have never moved out, except for an attempt to go away to university a few years ago which lasted all of a week before I broke down completely and had to come home. It’s frustrating to be 24 and living with my parents, but in all other regards I’m TOTALLY blessed.  My parents are incredibly supportive, and understanding to the best of their ability (obviously they can’t understand *everything*, since my mind works in a manner completely unfamiliar to them).  I pay room and board (I’m on disability benefits) only because it was *my* idea (I felt I had to contribute something to the household, though they’ve never asked), but they pay for most of my other necessities (clothing, if it’s needed, transportation, meds that aren’t covered by my benefits, etc.).  They encourage me to challenge myself as much as possible, but are very tolerant of the fact that there is only so much I can do, and they try hard not to push me beyond that point or make me feel bad about it. Of course, this sounds a little more perfect (and nauseatingly sweet <wry grin>) than it really is, but I guess what I’m saying is that given all the physical and psychological baggage I come with (think steamer trunks rather than shoulder bags <grin>), I know that I"m pretty damn lucky to have it as good as I do. Jenn "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King Jr.

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>From: bb…@freenet.carleton.ca (Jenn Starkman) >It’s frustrating to be 24 and living with my parents, but in all other regards >I’m TOTALLY blessed.  My parents are incredibly supportive, and understanding >to the best of their ability (obviously they can’t understand *everything*, >since my mind works in a manner completely unfamiliar to them).  I pay room >and board (I’m on disability benefits) only because it was *my* idea (I felt I >had to contribute something to the household, though they’ve never asked), >but they pay for most of my other necessities (clothing, if it’s needed, >transportation, meds that aren’t covered by my benefits, etc.).  They >encourage me to challenge myself as much as possible, but are very tolerant > of the fact that there is only so much I can do, and they try hard not to push > me beyond that point or make me feel bad about it.

Hi Jenn, Your family sounds very understanding, I hope you don’t  ever take it for granted :) Pam

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Following a failed attempt to tell my SP to fuck itself by taking off for California to live with a netgirl, I’ve found myself residing with the parental units again.  I sleep in the basement laundry room.  It’s not so bad I don’t guess.  There are no windows and as long as I do the laundry nobody talks to me much.  I stay up all night and sleep all day.  I’m currently trying to get on disability.  I feel like Uncle Fester sometimes, but all in all Uncle fester is an ok guy. They try and tell me that I can’t go out when I’m drunk and stuff like that. I laugh at them.  They mean well, but I can’t leave the house unless I’m drunk and I can’t stand to stay inside all the time. I’ve lived on the streets of Sacramento briefly and figure if I can do it there I can do it in Tennessee.  I don’t think they will kick me out though. I do the laundry.  I’m 22.   My life is supposed to be more than this.   I was raised to be more than this. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to live like this before I end up suicidal again. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Devotee wrote in message <36B98B95.D2314…@hair.net.aucomeon>… >I am interested in feedback from persons living with family and/or >relatives, and the impact this living arrangement has had on the various >members, and, most importantly, on how YOu cope with the situation.

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I am interested in feedback from persons living with family and/or relatives, and the impact this living arrangement has had on the various members, and, most importantly, on how YOu cope with the situation.

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What is it that you want to know/.

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>From: Devotee <hirs…@hair.net.aucomeon> >I am interested in feedback from persons living with family and/or >relatives, and the impact this living arrangement has had on the various >members, and, most importantly, on how YOu cope with the situation.

Devotee, although I am living on my own now, During the past couple of years I have lived with various members of my family. It was not a good experience at all, owered my self esteem, I always worried about taking up too much space, I always worried about  how disrupting it was for them to have me and my daughter there.  I  found out that after 20 + years of living in my own space, it  was just too hard to be in someone else’s space Pam

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