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·I am still not sure if I have dp but I will explain my story to the best of my mental capacity in the hopes that someone can give me advice.
It is hard for me to describe my childhood because my memory is so diluted. From what I can remeber though, I was always a quiet child, not ever realy being comfortable around people, and always having trouble expressing my feelings. Part of this I think is due to my stepfather who is no longer a part of my life. He was extremely controling and every day with him was like walking on eggshells. He could explode into a fit of rage at any moment, taking out his distress on my brother and I usually through vocal abuse although he did hit my brother sometimes. As I got older, aroung the age of fourteen, I started smoking weed as an escape and something to pass the time. In the beggining, this took my mind off of my stresses and made me giggly. After a while, maybe around the age of seventeen, I went to a concert where my friends got there hands on some acid. Not knowing the consequences, I took only one tab and smoked some pot. About an hour later, I decided to leave the company of my friends and walk home because it was getting late and the acid didn't seem to be taking effect. Big mistake. On my way home I started tripping and the anxiety and confusion set in. :shock: That night in my room, I had some of the worst realizations you could imagine, which I don't remember today. I got no sleep that night but stayed up with the worst fear that I was going crazy. :? After that experience, I have never been the same, In a constant state of confusion about who I am, and constantly over analyzing my every action. My detachment from myself and others is extreme and my mind doesnt seem to work any more. I am now at home trying to recover after atempting to got to college for four years. The reason why I think Ihave dp is the fact that I am so detached, additionally, I monitor my feelings and thoughts excessively. There are storys of dp that I can realy relate to that I will quote in another post. Has any one had an experience similar to this, and if so, how do you find yourself again. Already this site has shown me hope but as of now, I need the comments and support of you all. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
It is hard for me to describe my childhood because my memory is so diluted. From what I can remeber though, I was always a quiet child, not ever realy being comfortable around people, and always having trouble expressing my feelings. Part of this I think is due to my stepfather who is no longer a part of my life. He was extremely controling and every day with him was like walking on eggshells. He could explode into a fit of rage at any moment, taking out his distress on my brother and I usually through vocal abuse although he did hit my brother sometimes. As I got older, aroung the age of fourteen, I started smoking weed as an escape and something to pass the time. In the beggining, this took my mind off of my stresses and made me giggly. After a while, maybe around the age of seventeen, I went to a concert where my friends got there hands on some acid. Not knowing the consequences, I took only one tab and smoked some pot. About an hour later, I decided to leave the company of my friends and walk home because it was getting late and the acid didn't seem to be taking effect. Big mistake. On my way home I started tripping and the anxiety and confusion set in. :shock: That night in my room, I had some of the worst realizations you could imagine, which I don't remember today. I got no sleep that night but stayed up with the worst fear that I was going crazy. :? After that experience, I have never been the same, In a constant state of confusion about who I am, and constantly over analyzing my every action. My detachment from myself and others is extreme and my mind doesnt seem to work any more. I am now at home trying to recover after atempting to got to college for four years. The reason why I think Ihave dp is the fact that I am so detached, additionally, I monitor my feelings and thoughts excessively. There are storys of dp that I can realy relate to that I will quote in another post. Has any one had an experience similar to this, and if so, how do you find yourself again. Already this site has shown me hope but as of now, I need the comments and support of you all. Thank you for taking the time to read this.