
Wrennie
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- Dec 18, 2019
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Tempted to see if my father will beat me if I refuse my medication. He knows that there’s no longer anything I care enough about for him to use to blackmail me into taking it, so the only thing he can hold over my head is the threat of physical violence if I don’t comply.
DMH said that legally they’d have to file a report if I were to complain of violence perpetrated against me by a guardian, but I honestly don’t know what the consequences of that would be. I don’t want to be condemned to living out the rest of my days in a group home. Due to severe depression stemming from CPTSD and a complete lack of control over the direction of my life, I lack the skills and drive necessary to take care of myself. I feel so trapped and have zero clue what to do in this situation. My parents have rendered it so that I am completely dependent upon them to survive.
The fact remains that these drugs are having a horrible effect on me and I’m petrified of what they’re doing to my body... by some stroke of luck I managed to avoid taking my meds last night, and as a result my excessive sweating and tremors and restlessness went away, so I know that it isn’t healthy to continue ingesting this poison. I’m already a chemical castrato as a symptom of being medicated as a small child... who knows what horrors another decade of this stuff will inflict upon me?
Has anyone here ever been in a similar position? I feel like my back is pinned against the wall and I don’t have much (if any) fight left in me.
DMH said that legally they’d have to file a report if I were to complain of violence perpetrated against me by a guardian, but I honestly don’t know what the consequences of that would be. I don’t want to be condemned to living out the rest of my days in a group home. Due to severe depression stemming from CPTSD and a complete lack of control over the direction of my life, I lack the skills and drive necessary to take care of myself. I feel so trapped and have zero clue what to do in this situation. My parents have rendered it so that I am completely dependent upon them to survive.
The fact remains that these drugs are having a horrible effect on me and I’m petrified of what they’re doing to my body... by some stroke of luck I managed to avoid taking my meds last night, and as a result my excessive sweating and tremors and restlessness went away, so I know that it isn’t healthy to continue ingesting this poison. I’m already a chemical castrato as a symptom of being medicated as a small child... who knows what horrors another decade of this stuff will inflict upon me?
Has anyone here ever been in a similar position? I feel like my back is pinned against the wall and I don’t have much (if any) fight left in me.
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