I was brought up with a small family, the family being my grandparents, and my mother. Unfortunately between 1994 and 1999 they all passed away, leaving me with no other family. This took it's toll and I sought counselling. Many friends were very helpful, but at times no doubt telling me what I wanted to hear. Things were not getting easier for me and it was suggested that counselling may help, somebody not emotionally attached to me and possibly able to help with a different mindset. I found this a great help as I was being asked questions that made me think about things, things I had not thought of before. Counselling has it's place, but not for everybody. For me it helped a lot.
Thanks for sharing this Elfs. That was very tough, losing all your family in just a few years. I count myself fortunate that has not happened to me. Some loved ones have passed away, but not so many in such a short time. If your post helps anybody by encouraging them to consider asking for a little help at a very difficult emotional time, it's a worthwhile gesture.
Long may it continue Mr Lardiman, talking helps. And before people start to take the p*** I found the worst people can do is to NOT turn to drink. The problem does not go away.
@Beware of the Virus We all go through problems in our lives. I’d rather go on a blind date with Rick Everett than share anything with a so called “counsellor” ie a bleeding heart left wing Guardian reading failed social worker. No wonder you have got stunted growth FFS.
Again I've been fortunate in not being much of a drinker even in my youth. Never smoked either, or touched drugs. My vices are too much rich food and not enough exercise. That has nearly finished me off, but I'm trying to do something about it... ...as you said earlier Elfs, Counselling isn't for everybody. But it's there if you really need it.
Well said, Elfs. The world would be a better place if more people had the humility to seek help for their difficulties. PTSD is a terrible problem for many, including soldiers returning from war zones. During the Falklands conflict the hospital ship had to help many soldiers who were traumatised by having to kill or be killed by Argentines, whom they had always regarded as friends, as opposed to the Nazis in WW2. Often those who need help most are the most vehement deniers. As the Americans say, life is a bitch, and then you die.
People can look on it as a sign of weakness, I prefer to think it is a strength to admit to requiring help.
I would, but I live in a rented flat; no pets. Have a neighbour who can't get out and about too much and I help out in a small way by walking her dog around the local park every Sunday morning. He's a great little character.
You have to walk a dog once or twice a day... doesn't matter how you feel or what the weather is like.... the dog needs walking which is exercise for both you and the dog...… plus they give you enormous amounts of love!
Indeed. Other neighbours take this little chap for a walk on other days of the week, I just get him on Sunday.
In short, I'm a bit mad. I suffer from OCD, paranoia, delusional thoughts, and mild psychotic episodes. As a result of these conditions, I have been receiving counselling and therapy sessions for the last fifteen years. Without these sessions I would probably be dead, or at least living in the gutter. Family and friends are key to living a healthy, happy life, but sometimes an alternative ear is the difference between confusion and clarity. If you need help, reach out. There is always someone willing to listen.
I thought of you the other morning Ponders, when it turned cold. All those beautiful winter birds & wildlife that need feeding.
