Big Bad Kitty
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This is going to sound like a huge, whiny rant. Maybe that's all it is. I am just trying to paint a picture of things got so bad. Bear with me please.
Dec00 - I gave birth to my difficult child. Had a tubal ligation becasue I knew I was done having kids. I already had a 13 year old daughter, and my husband (gasp) already had 6 sons of his own. New baby was the light of my life, and my husband finally got his little girl.
Nov01 - Post natal depression decided to hold off until now to rear it's ugly head. I was so depressed, you could have picked me up off the floor with a blotter. Thankfully I got help rather quickly, and began therapy and medication.
Mar03 - Left my husband. He had been unemployed for over a year and was making no effort to find work. We could not make rent so our landlord allowed us to break the lease. Older daughter opted to stay with my mom so that she could stay in her school. I took the difficult child and moved in to my dad's place. Began smoking pot and drinking daily to cope.
Oct03 - Husband threatened to take difficult child from me, as he found out that I was doing the pot. I got myself to an AA meeting and quit the drugs & alcohol. Started facing life. Had a very spiritual awakening. Got my own place with difficult child, divorced dex. Allthe while noticing the signs that something is amiss with difficult child. Began LONG process of getting her diagnosis properly.
Aug05 - The neighborhood whack job began stalking me. Restraining orders, court dates, break ins, thefts...and by Oct05 I lost my full time job. Have not worked (except part time) since.
Feb06 - Landed a sweet part time job as an actress in a dinner play. Maybe netted me $100.00 a month.
May06 - Began having menstrual problems. My period would last for 3 weeks, take a week off, then come back again. And we are talking heavy bleeding. Like you don't dare move lest you leak heavy. Doctor visits, biopsies, Provera, anemia, and one inept OB/GYN. She REFUSED to even discuss the possibility of a hysterectomy. Finally (after I convinced her that the Provera DID NOT WORK) she put me on Megestrol. Yay, the bleeding stopped. But the side effects...depression (did she even READ my history?), trouble sleeping (that went well with my sleep apnea), weight gain (I was already a chunker). The weight gain is killing me. I have put on 75lbs since Nov06. I am over 300# now. That is not a typo. I am friggin ROTUND.
Now comes the downward spiral. Too heavy to do anything physical. Too depressed due to the weight to even leave my house unless absolutely necessary. I have become a social recluse. I got a new OB/GYN who is much more open to a hysterectomy, but in the meantime, I just don't know how much longer I can cope. difficult child finally got her proper diagnosis. She is impossible for a FIT person to keep up with. I CANNOT keep up with this kid. I just sit and cry. She feeds off this. I get stares from people when I am out in public. I hear the whispers, "did you see how fat she is?" My own difficult child tells me I am fat. She says she hopes that she looks like daddy when she grows up instead of mommy. I can't take the stairs up to my apartment without stopping to take a break. I am embarrassed for my kid when I am out in public with her. And at the same time, I'd like to clock her for being so sassy. My older daughter is all grown now, living with her boyfriend. If it were not for my difficult child, I would have offed myself by now. Because she needs me. NOBODY can handle that kid but me. nobody will watch her. I just can't cope. I think about drinking all the time, although I know that it will not solve anything. I saw my shadow yeasterday and burst into tears at the size of it. I think that once I get off this medicine things will be better, but I have spiraled so low that now I am catastrophizing. What if I am using that as an excuse? Am I destined to be a lardass forever? I can't stop eating. I try. I have a plan from a nutritionist for eating healthy, it's a point system. I eat enough "points" for the day just at breakfast. My spiritual awakening? Gone. I just want to die sometimes. And my difficult child is only 6!
*sigh* Time to wake up princess happy...thank you for sticking with me...
Dec00 - I gave birth to my difficult child. Had a tubal ligation becasue I knew I was done having kids. I already had a 13 year old daughter, and my husband (gasp) already had 6 sons of his own. New baby was the light of my life, and my husband finally got his little girl.
Nov01 - Post natal depression decided to hold off until now to rear it's ugly head. I was so depressed, you could have picked me up off the floor with a blotter. Thankfully I got help rather quickly, and began therapy and medication.
Mar03 - Left my husband. He had been unemployed for over a year and was making no effort to find work. We could not make rent so our landlord allowed us to break the lease. Older daughter opted to stay with my mom so that she could stay in her school. I took the difficult child and moved in to my dad's place. Began smoking pot and drinking daily to cope.
Oct03 - Husband threatened to take difficult child from me, as he found out that I was doing the pot. I got myself to an AA meeting and quit the drugs & alcohol. Started facing life. Had a very spiritual awakening. Got my own place with difficult child, divorced dex. Allthe while noticing the signs that something is amiss with difficult child. Began LONG process of getting her diagnosis properly.
Aug05 - The neighborhood whack job began stalking me. Restraining orders, court dates, break ins, thefts...and by Oct05 I lost my full time job. Have not worked (except part time) since.
Feb06 - Landed a sweet part time job as an actress in a dinner play. Maybe netted me $100.00 a month.
May06 - Began having menstrual problems. My period would last for 3 weeks, take a week off, then come back again. And we are talking heavy bleeding. Like you don't dare move lest you leak heavy. Doctor visits, biopsies, Provera, anemia, and one inept OB/GYN. She REFUSED to even discuss the possibility of a hysterectomy. Finally (after I convinced her that the Provera DID NOT WORK) she put me on Megestrol. Yay, the bleeding stopped. But the side effects...depression (did she even READ my history?), trouble sleeping (that went well with my sleep apnea), weight gain (I was already a chunker). The weight gain is killing me. I have put on 75lbs since Nov06. I am over 300# now. That is not a typo. I am friggin ROTUND.
Now comes the downward spiral. Too heavy to do anything physical. Too depressed due to the weight to even leave my house unless absolutely necessary. I have become a social recluse. I got a new OB/GYN who is much more open to a hysterectomy, but in the meantime, I just don't know how much longer I can cope. difficult child finally got her proper diagnosis. She is impossible for a FIT person to keep up with. I CANNOT keep up with this kid. I just sit and cry. She feeds off this. I get stares from people when I am out in public. I hear the whispers, "did you see how fat she is?" My own difficult child tells me I am fat. She says she hopes that she looks like daddy when she grows up instead of mommy. I can't take the stairs up to my apartment without stopping to take a break. I am embarrassed for my kid when I am out in public with her. And at the same time, I'd like to clock her for being so sassy. My older daughter is all grown now, living with her boyfriend. If it were not for my difficult child, I would have offed myself by now. Because she needs me. NOBODY can handle that kid but me. nobody will watch her. I just can't cope. I think about drinking all the time, although I know that it will not solve anything. I saw my shadow yeasterday and burst into tears at the size of it. I think that once I get off this medicine things will be better, but I have spiraled so low that now I am catastrophizing. What if I am using that as an excuse? Am I destined to be a lardass forever? I can't stop eating. I try. I have a plan from a nutritionist for eating healthy, it's a point system. I eat enough "points" for the day just at breakfast. My spiritual awakening? Gone. I just want to die sometimes. And my difficult child is only 6!
*sigh* Time to wake up princess happy...thank you for sticking with me...