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Franc

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I look back to how I was treated at work in the 90s having mental illness, and how I'm treated now. There's a world of difference. I've the 'snowflake' youth to thank for having bought mental illness into the limelight. I was young myself, back then in the 90s and there was the need to 'fit in' because I was younger and I had to cope with mental illness while still trying to be a young man and not losing face. Nowadays, that need has gone and its a relief that I'm able to focus on my mental health without having to worry about fitting in as a young man. I only think it will become easier, the older I get. I'm more honest with people now. I don't find it so difficult to show my weaknesses. It's a bit strange when your boss is 20 years younger than you though! I'm getting to like Sean. I've not met him yet, but that's probably for the best. Hahahaha
Sean is most likely to be a half wit. You are too soft for today’s world. Stop bloody looking into everything. You haven’t got mental illness, you just keep seeking answers. That is mad. That’s driving you crazy Dale. Nothimg now makes sense, get on with it. I’m going to bed. I’m so depressed.
 

ThePoliticalRevolution

Well-Known Member
When I was younger, say in my 20s and 30s I felt the need to be held. It consumed me. I spent untold hours devising ways of accommodating that desire. Don't get me wrong, I still very much like the idea of being clasped firmly to someone's breast but that is now a bonus rather than a need. I'm resigned to perhaps never knowing true love or intimacy. I came close on occasion. It would be good to think it could happen again..... but I won't hold my breathwan

want me to hold you to my bosom now, dale?
 
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Monks

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There's always a first time. Hahahaha. I remember my mum letting 'everything hang out' when she was around the house and that's what probably turned me off. I always remember my old boss, Nick, looking at a well stacked woman and saying 'you'd be wasting your money on a good stereo with that pair'
Nick sounds a dick.
 

Light Housework

drawing/coloring
When I was younger, say in my 20s and 30s I felt the need to be held. It consumed me. I spent untold hours devising ways of accommodating that desire. Don't get me wrong, I still very much like the idea of being clasped firmly to someone's breast but that is now a bonus rather than a need. I'm resigned to perhaps never knowing true love or intimacy. I came close on occasion. It would be good to think it could happen again..... but I won't hold my breath.
You've reminded me, I used to somehow get my head up boys' shirts to feel my cheek against their chests.
 

Light Housework

drawing/coloring
There's not much life seems to offer at the moment is there? It's going to sound trite but this period has made me face myself. I'm still loathsome and incompatible with myself but it doesn't seem quite the trial I used to think it would be. So what? I don't like myself. I don't get on with myself. It's hardly a sin. The thing is, I'm carrying on like everyone else when I could have easily folded. I'm proud of myself. The life I've had could have seen me off years ago, but I managed to stick around without any help from anyone else. So yes. I'm damn proud of myself. I'm proud that I can talk to the doctor and say I've never considered suicide when it would have been so much easier to say I did feel that way. But I never have. It's one thing that's never crossed my mind however miserable I've felt.
I suspect you haven't felt the intensity of misery that I did, when I wanted to die. There's nothing else to wish for, at that point in time.
 

Light Housework

drawing/coloring
I'm happy but I'm also perturbed that I feel a little sad too. I guess tablets can't cure everything. I'd rather suspect that sadness is still there as long as it doesn't come too close. I can gaily wave to him from my window while knowing he knows where I live.
I feel a sadness sometimes that stems from a longing to be welcomed home. An idealistic home. My home is pretty idealistic, so I'm lucky, but I feel a longing to arrive at the finish line and be cheered and enveloped in hugs.
 

rifke

bodhisattva

Light Housework

drawing/coloring
I feel lonely
This is nothing new
I will paint tonight
It will give me something to do

I once drew a dilapidated barn
As I sat on a tractor alone on a farm
It felt like a thread of sanity
In a world that couldn't have cared less

Today I seek that same thread
Though the world cares a bit
Loneliness pursues me
Have I earned it
 

Fake C

Active Member
I feel lonely
This is nothing new
I will paint tonight
It will give me something to do

I once drew a dilapidated barn
As I sat on a tractor alone on a farm
It felt like a thread of sanity
In a world that couldn't have cared less

Today I seek that same thread
Though the world cares a bit
Loneliness pursues me
Have I earned it
You need to work on your metre, dawg.
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Try clapping to the beat as you say the words.
 
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Lowell.

Guest
I hope my manager doesn't ring me up tomorrow because I'll be slurring my words. If I ever know he's going to ring me and I've over indulged the night before, I practice singing my scales beforehand so that my voice doesn't sound too croaky. I've been putting the world to rights again, with the old man, David, on the Arboretum, today. He's a feisty soul. He gets wound up about Boris Johnson. He hates him. It's personal. He said he'd happily see him dead. He's been through a lot in his life and he has epilepsy.
Maybe life gave him epilepsy or BoFoe did. Drink a double espresso when you wake Dale. BUT, don’t light a fag X
 

Fake C

Active Member
I hope my manager doesn't ring me up tomorrow because I'll be slurring my words. If I ever know he's going to ring me and I've over indulged the night before, I practice singing my scales beforehand so that my voice doesn't sound too croaky. I've been putting the world to rights again, with the old man, David, on the Arboretum, today. He's a feisty soul. He gets wound up about Boris Johnson. He hates him. It's personal. He said he'd happily see him dead. He's been through a lot in his life and he has epilepsy.
Practice tongue twisters like "Slippery snails slither through my silver slippers."
 
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Mollie Fanchem

Guest
One thing I'd love to do is get lost in a massive modern housing estate somewhere during the day, with plenty of pubs, and just drift. They wouldn't be olde world pubs with 'character'. They'd be new builds with big windows, and clean lines (a bit like my primary school). The sun would be shining, too. I've a feeling there'd be high rise flats around as well.
Yes Dale. The windows will be smeared, you wouldn't see the sun hun, having not been cleaned in 5 weeks and the seats uncomfortable. The barmaid wouldn't be warm and friendly but looking at her watch, hoping she could kick you out ASAP. It's 2021. Go to sleep.
 
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BenhillRd

Guest
There's this magical place in my head and I don't know whether I've dreamed it or whether I've experienced it in a previous incarnation, but it's come from somewhere. It's a housing estate and it's a new build and everyone has big windows in their houses and there are no old buildings at all. Everything's new. It's like a toy town. All the houses and buildings are geometrically shaped and it's about 2.30 on a weekday afternoon.
Sounds like my dad’s council flat in Camberwell. I was in heaven visiting, everything seemed so fashionable, big square windows, serving hatch in the tiny kitchen, all so much more exciting to me compared to my dated home, with dull dated furniture. If I say anymore I’ll sound snobby. My hobby. Goodnight Dear Dale.
 
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