[LutherMaze]

I've read over the posts dealing with isolation and loneliness and I seem to have an inverse of the posts listed in that my ibs forces isolation on me.
In other words it isn't that I don't want to go out I just can't.
I'm sure dexter knows where I'm coming from.
I do live with my parents though so I'm not totally alone.

Thing is I don't want to get to a point where I develop a phobia. I do go to a theripist once every three months and am on anti-depressants. Thing is when I'm talking to my theripist I forget to bring it up.

If anyone here knows of anything online that address's this situation or has advice I'd be thankful.

peace.

Life is but a memory on the breath of a dying man.

[krzyk101]

Hi,

Isolation is difficult I know. For me it seems that I have been isolated for so long that I have lost many of my social abilitys. I can understand not wanting to develop phobias and the need to tell your Therapist this when you go.

I myself keep a journal on the computer, and log my daily feelings and things that distress me each day.

I have found that when going to see the Therapist, In your case only getting to see your T every 3 months to take a list of issues that you feel are important over the time inbetween visits. Writing a list of concerns is a good way to 'remember' what you want to tell him/her. I was having trouble with having alot wanting to tell my Pdoc, only after the session realizing I had forgot to to talk about the most important one, and having to wait another month to bring it up. Now I have my list and can just hand it to him if I don't feel like talking about it.

Take care--

Best Wishes-
~KRIS~

If you think you have totally gave up, you haven't, because you are here!

[LutherMaze]

I do talk to my mother and keep things pretty much in the open.
I made a list last time and forgot. Seeing your two posts together leads me to the nature conclusion to tell my mother to remind me as well.

3 months actually doesn't seem like too much time to me, beings as I also have general Dr. and Dentist appointments and having been 'isolated' for almost 2 years. I go to one Dr. or the other about once every 2-3 weeks, which is really about all I can take with my ibs. One good thing is I've gotten my anti-depressants leveled out.

I’ll have to ask my therapist about moving in with one of my siblings. Taking into consideration I’ve been living with my parents my whole life 28y (I mainly write this as a reminder to my self)

I’ll post again,
Thanks

Life is but a memory on the breath of a dying man.

[krzyk101]

I can understand the many doc appointments, as I have 3 doctors now and the dentist. Seems for me going to the Doctor is like going to work. I don't work as I am disabled though keeping up with all the appointments and the pharmacy seem like a job.

Glad to hear that you got your antidepressants leveled out. That makes a big difference.

Sorry to hear that you suffer so severe from ibs, Hopefully someday the MD's can get it under control and you be able to go out again. Try not to give up. have a good day.

Best Wishes-
~KRIS~

If you think you have totally gave up, you haven't, because you are here!

[LutherMaze]

Man it's been 10 months and nothing has changed.
Makes me realize how screwed up people can be. I still for the life of me can't understand how someone can raise 5 kids and not know anything about the human condition.
I went to my sister's last week
Here's a clip form my journal I had started once i found out how to password protect documants
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Back from my vacation to S’s. It was nice to visit paradise for a few days. I got some cds I’ve been desperately needing and looking for. It’s like the NIN song, “I want something I can never have”. Play house is just play, it will never be.
She let me drive to wal-mart. I told her how it was amazingly better on me to drive vs. passenger than I could have thought. However, she didn’t let me drive home. It seems it was just a patronizing. I remember having to ask her an hour before we left to come home, “because of my medications I need to know if you are going to let me drive home, that if not I need to take my medications for the trip.” “I was planning on driving” she said. This was the realization for me. I just turned around with the disillusionment; and sorrow for what is lost. I knew it would be thus but nevertheless sucks all the same.
We talked about all that is predictable. Also the fact I’d be depressed when I turn 30 and the fact that when I get to my ideal weight and in shape I’ll probably loose my mind. That’s why I’m talking to people about it now. But after the rejection, sooo predicable though it is, I’ll try just to answer any letters she gives me with the, “same ol’ %#@&#!”.
I’m just tired of all the wealth around me and no freedom given. I’m not taking anymore ******** anymore. If those around me don’t want to listen than I’ve done all I can. Maybe the music I got will bring me peace…To a point. Nothing will ever change. Why can’t those who say they care do what is needed to care. All just words, and I’m loosing my mind. what’s their problem
Later;
They all just give me what I need to vegetate and keep what’s left of my sanity. I’m going to go insane and all they do is pleasantries. I had it better in my mind out in the workshop. They know the hell I’m in and they have the power to deliver me from it. They can’t love me at all. I thought I was mistaken when I said they only love me because I’m family, I even believed this was harsh on my part. But I see now that they don’t really love me at all. It’s so basic. Those you love you help, help by giving them what they need to get by, to have a chance at happiness. Not to just wish well and be on their way. That’s keeping in touch, not loving. I think I’ve learned better what the meaning of love is. I didn’t really think I could’ve learned it by means of lack of it.
I don’t know why I can’t cry. The eyes water but nothing more. Maybe I’ve just gotten too the point where I’m losing my ability to be a normal human. Or maybe I’m the only one. I don’t care I just need this to end. I can’t die, even though I truly don’t know why.
I think I’ll just break contact with my cyber world. Even though I know I won’t do this totally. I can’t become dependent on such hopelessness as the cyber world is. I need human contact and I just can’t get it there. I’m no longer going to repeat myself to those around me. Just here on the keyboard. To the others… I’ll just be a zombie. It’s what I am after all.

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I came to this site to see if i could find a non-cyber isolation support group. I looked for one before and didn't find anything. I doesn't matter anyway because I'm not let out of this house and my "family" is too busy. All a big pill of @$#% $hit. Nothing is going to change this. A theiripist may convence my mother to let me out but in the end she won't. The best I'll get is one or two trips to a support group but not enough to do anything on a regular basis.

I mainly posted here as a way to keep busy...The only reason I'm not erasing this is I'm not going to let all this typing go to wast.

Hi, I'm glad you came back to the forums....My name is Pat and I live with four cats and two dogs. I'm a photographer and I work in healthcare. There are tons of folks here who will talk to you and listen to you....I don't remember when I came here but I think it's been about 6 months. There are numerous forums here to post in. I'm bi-polar and I go there, creative corner, relationships, general and drop in on most of the others. I am sorry that you're so lonely and isolated. I solate myself quite a bit also....I hope you post again. Pat

[SeptemberMorn]

Luther, sure sounds like you're having a hard time of it. I'm so sorry. But please keep coming back. There's lots of nice folks here that can relate, give you different perspectives on things and just give you plain support and understanding. This is a great place to just hang out and be.

[wi_fighter]

Welcome Luther.

I second what everyone else has said.

hi luther.........welcome to the forums.......you may not find all you need here but you will find some super people who can relate to you and offer comfort

[LMo]

Why won't they let you out of the house?

[vacantangel]

Hi Luther. Welcome to the forums. I hope you'll find support here. I know all about IBS. I used to have it. I'm assuming you are on a disability for it since you're at home? I may not be isolated due to IBS, but I'm isolated, not by force but by choice. I am at the point of being phobic when I have to go out, at least to some degree. I can go to all my different doctors, the bank, etc. Sometimes at the grocery store or if I'm forced to go to the mall I will end up frozen in a panic state. It's too much for me. I'm sorry you want to go out by can't due to your IBS. I can certainly understand that plight. Have you looked up the IBS Society on the internet. Maybe they can help you find support in your own area. You are far from alone in your suffering. I know there are also support groups online for IBS, I've seen one but I'm sorry, I don't remember where it is. It's not an easy thing to live with that's for sure. My heart goes out to you. If I can help you in any way, please let me know. I'd be more than glad to. Hugs my dear friend. BTW, you may not be able to cry, but I cried for you and I cried for myself too because I also see myself in your journal entry. It's a lonely life that very few can understand. Do you have any friends you could invite over? I do hope you'll look up the IBS Society online for further help and support. Also, finding a support group might help you to discover others who have tried different methods that have helped them with their struggles with the disorder. I know one thing I read was Calcium but not the one with magniesium (sp?) in it. I know there is no cure for it. Please let me know if I can help you any further.

(((((((((((((((((( Luther ))))))))))))))))))

[Myzen]

Luther,

IBS took two years out of my life, I dropped everything. I couldn't even sit in a restaurant or a cafe. Looking back, it wasn't just IBS, there was depression and I was diagnosed with panic disorder as well. I lost my teaching job over it.

I fought every inch of the way back and now I am doing performance poetry. Next month I have my first booking in a London club and I am going to do it, come hell or high water. One of the poems I do is about the illness and it helps to share with an audience, coming clean so to speak.

I want you to know that there is life after IBS and all the other crumby illnesses that we fight on psych central. I know it's hard to believe, but we can come through this stuff.

Good thoughts to you.

Myzen.

[Parker10]

Wow .....you sound terribly depressed to me (and you mentioned you had your anti-depressants leveled out). I agree with others who question why you only see a Therapist every 3 months ( that sounds more like a medication check than therapy sessions). I also have IBS ( started at age 15 or so, and I am over 50) so I can sure sympathize ! But there are so many different meds and stuff that can help with the IBS. Taking Citrucil keeps my symptoms almost 100% at bay. There are many other prescription meds that could help - but I found Citrucil did the trick for me. Have you tried taking something like that?

How does your Mom have such control over you ?

This is a great site and you will not feel isolated here, people will respond ! Keep on keepin on !!!