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Look. Every one of us has some mental illness. But how do you adapt to it? &nbsp;<br /><br />Its not the illness. It's the lack of adapting to a tough changing world, that has little tolerance. But still much beauty out there as compensation.&nbsp;
 
#43<br /><br />Offroad:&nbsp; I don't understand what goes on inside the heads of other people well enough to say anything with certainty, but it seems to me the whole thing's not all that needful of professional intervention if a person <br /><br />1]&nbsp; examines the world around him and carefully identifies behaviors and traits he doesn't admire, doesn't respect in others.&nbsp; <br /><br />2]&nbsp; Then thoroughly and ruthlessly searches himself for those traits and goes on a self-crusade to remove them from himself.<br /><br />3]&nbsp; Similarly the potential human traits he does admire and respect, self-crusades to impose them onto his own behaviors.<br /><br />Over time that should result in a person being of a sort he can admire, respect and love.&nbsp; And a person who admires, respects and loves himself mightn't be all that palatable for the people around him, but he'll probably be sincerely happy with life and himself.&nbsp; <br /><br />I'm not sure the tough, changing world has a lot to do with any of that.&nbsp; It all involves something a person can decide to do, and with determination, do it.
 
Jack - people lack social interaction as reference. You can not develop a reference unless you have people- friends. And people don't want to be friends unless you are already pleasantly social. Catch22. There are minimums you need to attain first, then all the other knowledge will be gained. Some can't get to the minimum to get social education.&nbsp;
 
#45<br /><br />Offroad:&nbsp; You might well be right.&nbsp; On the other hand, I'm betting most recognize the interactions between their parents and between their parents and themselves they identify as dishonest, manipulative, bullying, self-serving, all the usual suspects.&nbsp; Probably they have ample opportunities to observe the same traits in their instructors at school, their classmates.&nbsp; Similarly their bosses at work and their co-workers.<br /><br />They mightn't know how to win the approval of their parents, their teachers, their co-workers and bosses, but I'd think somewhere inside they'd know the types of behaviors and interactions they see in others and despise.&nbsp;
 
josephusminimus said:
a weekly visit to a staff psychologist who asked questions, frowned pensively and made notes on a pad which eventually would be used to decide whether we were 'Peace Corps material'.&nbsp; A lady-psychologist looked me in the eye with troubled sympathy and asked, "Are you a LONER, Jack?"<br /><br /><br />
<br /><br />Welcome to the Group W bench.<br /><br />We have cookies.
 
Okay peeps. Tank may be an underachiever as he sites on his post&nbsp;but I still haven't figured out what you all are putting the numbers on the posts for. I go to the post number and I'm&nbsp; confused and see no coorelation.
 
dragonfly: We ain't all singing from the same songbook. They're telling their test scores or referring to specific questions.&nbsp; I, being a non-conformist, am referring to the numbers of specific posts I'm answering so's to not quote anyone if it can be avoided.<br /><br />Name your own poison
 
Paddling man:&nbsp; Good point.&nbsp; Not being moral enough to join the Peace Corps has a lot of appeal to me by hindsight.
 
53<br /><br />Paddling Man was referring to an Arlo Guthrie movie a long time ago... guy got called for the draft and tried everyting to convince them he was not fit one way or another.&nbsp; Finally it came up he'd been convicted of some minor offense not involving moral turpitude, so they sent him off to Group W where he was rejected as not being moral enough to go kill himself some Vietcong and whatnot.
 
<span style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;">Outside he turned to me and snarled, "</span><em style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;">I get sick of people laughing at me because I'm having a hard time and living in a car and nobody will help me."&nbsp;</em><span style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;">&nbsp;He gestured to an older econoline parked away from the pumps, edging toward it but waiting for some response from me.</span>
<br /><br />&nbsp;I guess he hasn't learned the virtue of living in the moment and simplicity.<br />I suppose I cannot blame the dude too much. I did not have any teachers to show me how to live like I do today. I wish someone did back when I was younger.&nbsp;<br />I could have been that young man with my foolish ideas back then...<br /><br />I thank my lucky stars today I found enlightenment and a measure of peace.<br />Keep smiling! <img src="/images/boards/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" align="absmiddle"><br /><br /><br />
 
WanderingRain:&nbsp; A lot of people on the downhill slide but who haven't quite hit bottom yet seem to have a lot of anger ..... I suppose they got there from something happened higher on the scale and didn't see it as conscious choices they made.&nbsp; When they get further down they usually settle down some and the quality of the anger&nbsp;changes.<br /><br />The ones living on the streets after they get all the way down don't have the margin left twixt themselves and the various jailhouses to be doing much ranting.
 
<p><strong>Thanks Jack and Tank.&nbsp; I found the test and took it.&nbsp;Now I'm in on the secret code&nbsp; &nbsp;7</strong><br /><br /><strong>Now I know if # is in front of a number, it may be the post I can refer to. #27</strong><br /><strong>Unless someone deletes a post then it moves every thing up and here I am all confused again.</strong> <br /><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><strong>Dragonfly</strong></span></p>
 
<span style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;">"The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation" --Thoreau<br /><br />
I'm not sure...&nbsp; Is it considered a mental health issue, to be sick and tired of listening to traffic, car alarms, helicopters, sirens, trains, booming stereos, screaming kids, neighbors' fights, ice cream trucks, the incessant yapping of uncared-for-dogs?&nbsp; Is the ever present urge to escape the crush of the crowd and the constant demands of society a mental health issue?&nbsp; Is the longing to look out your window or door and be able to see for miles, rather than a view of your neighbors living room, considered a mental health issue?&nbsp; I think so, for if I do not soon escape this environment, my mental health is in jeopardy.&nbsp;&nbsp;
</span><br /><br />Amen, brother...&nbsp;<br /><span style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;">Reminds me of this line which I think is the best line in this movie about being insane (near the end of the video):</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 11.428571701049805px;"></span>
 
I feel safe here, I have friends here. I can talk here and I have to. Today I think I had a mentel breakdown and I'm still half way crying. People that know me here might see how happy go lucky I am all the time. Today started with spilling 2 cups of coffee, peeing down my leg when I was in the bathroom and a spider ran across the floor.<BR>Later in the day, my father told me again its my fault Lindsay is with me instead of her mother. I wanted to tell him her mother's boyfriend took a pair of Lindsay's panties. And other things. Instead I went nuts. I was in the car with poor Lindsay. I hung up the phone and then I started screaming. Then I put the car into park. Then I threw the phone at least 3 times into the window of the car. Then I started <BR>screaming again, then I started trying to pull the cup holder out of the console and then pulled the console part way out the dash board, after that I got out of the car and started kicking it. I don't know if there are any dents. Then I ran about 2 cars lengths and sat in the street screaming and I couldn't help myself and I couldn't stop for the longnest time. I went back and started kicking the 4runner again.<BR>Poor lindsay was terrified. I got back into the car and tore up my glasses and I wanted to do more but I got it together sort of and I just kept muttering how I hated my father and sister and I never wanted any of this.<BR>Thank you all.
 
I just want to say I am so sorry for what you're going through.&nbsp; It happens.&nbsp; And it does get better.&nbsp; It will probably get better sooner with less damage to you if you can take advantage of competent, professional support--even if it's just short-term, like calling a crisis line.<br><br>Anyway, I will hold you in my thoughts and heart.<br><br>Vickie
 
Your hell sounds similar to the one I lived 10 years ago.&nbsp; Just know..."this too shall pass" and brighter days will come.&nbsp; I have yet to meet one person who's life's road was paved and smooth.&nbsp; At times we fall apart on&nbsp;life's &nbsp;bumpy road, but you will get it back together.&nbsp;You have a bunch of friends here to act as your wrench and socket set.&nbsp; There are some screwdrivers in here too, but hey, gotta have some of them as well to make the wheels go round!!!&nbsp;&nbsp; Hang in there, I'm pullin for ya!<br><br>Rae
 
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