honestly, this is the very first time I've ever told any person on this earth.... i've never said it out loud. Its hard, because I am a pretty smart person, well versed in Psych and medical issues, can present as very stable, independent, and well functioning.
But this secret is eating me alive.
I have had several surgeries I probably didn't need, I have dislocated joints on purpose just so I can get sedated and reduced. and its not just the meds I get, as in im not "drug seeking". Its the process. Getting seen, asked what happened, getting the xrays, haing RT, and nurses come in, getting the IV put in, and watching the milky looking stuff go into the IV tubing into my arm, and that warm feeling....the process is addicting.
I'll be at home and think "what can I do next?" I've considered ****
(if this talk is not allowed I"m sorry and feel free to edit if you need to, just trying to be honest)
its not like cutting "to feel pain" or to escape...
Its the medical part of it I"m fasinated with. But then again, I now suffer from daily pain, depression, anxiety, and more that I have only made worse (i do have some real medical problems. they started young. My theory is I was sick so much growing up, in and out of hospitals and doctors that that lifestyle became comfortable for me. I eventually became intrigued in the human body, and instead of doing something productive like go to med school, or be a nurse, I just had to find ways to continue this "lifestyle" of being sick.
I don't think its munch.(i can't spell it) because I in no way seek attention, usually try to avoid it, and don't need or want anything from anybody per se, but its the process of a procedure or whatever that I crave.
The thoughts are so obsessive its horrible. The day that led to the *********was the worst I have ever experience. I NEEED *****. I needed someting to be wrong. I regret that everyday because of the permanent scars.
I cannot just walk into my area and tell someone the truth. I have been "In the system " for years and everyone knows me and that I have "severe depression, medical PTSD, and the stories I have had to make up to justify the injuries....there is no way I could get out of that clinic without an admission to the state mental hospital, doped up on drugs, and would NEVER be able to get real help with I needed real help (i do have some very real problems). and my family....they think I've a victim, they pitty me, take care of me, are such a support, but if they knew the truth, it would kill them. I can't imagine if they knew.. It would break my family apart.
so am I just crazy? how on earth can this be treated? how could I ever trust anyone to tell them these things in confidence?? can you imagine what my medical dr would do, say? I would be seen as a sick, satistic, fool. It would not be seen as a mental illness but of a crazy SOB, "who the hell would fake that crap?? Who would do that to themselves? I cannot imagine the questions, acusations, anger....
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