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Good luck ! Sometimes getting Disabilty takes several tries. Hopefully you have info from Doc, therapist, etc to help you. Don't be disappointed if things don't work out the first try - just try again, with more ammunition!

I am sorry I don't know your situation, not sure what "mess" you speak of, or "how you were treated" etc, but I do hope that you get the help you are asking for and need !

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For the tip of the iceberg so to speak take a look at;
Something I wrote . . . **** Warning Triggers ****

I've been trying since 1999 to get help, therapy, counseling but my ex wouldn't let me. There is so much more to the mess than I wrote there but I won't bore everyone with all the details of my mess as I call it.

Two therapists and a couple of doctors should help with SSDI, but if I had my wish, the nightmare would be over and done, I wouldn't be living in fear of my ex and inlaws, the depression, anxiety, terror and pain would be in the past. So far it looks like a longer, even more painful road in front of me than is behind me . . . Biggest thing I need help with is learning how to let anyone near me, how to venture out in public with out any one to protect me, how, how . . . Garth says "Learning to live again is killing me . . ." He's got it easy . . .

The good news is that I'm back home, safe, no-one was mean to me, hassled me, and other than being asked to remember things from the dark years which set me off, I made it out alive. The woman (thank GODDESS it was a woman) that helped me was very patient and when I lost it because of a flashback, she waited, got me water and tissues, asked if I needed to stop or go to the hospital . . . I was honestly amazed. Two Xanax disolved under my tongue also helped, but I survived!!!

I don't think I'd have made it if it was a guy "helping" me there, I still have serious problems with men, any men, even my close friends. The few men I'm close to as friends and I've known for years tend to make me nervous and one of them was a roommate years ago. I know I shouldn't blame ALL men in the universe for the actions of a handful but my heart doesn't always listen to me, and I'm so jumpy and nervous around them . . . Anyway I'm babbling . . .

Thanks for the support ladies! I still cannot believe I managed to survive it . . . Better living through chemistry I guess, Welbutrin and Xanax aren't all bad . . . I'm glad I finally gave in and said yes to meds, I really doubt i could have done this a few short months ago . . .