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A depressed teen here. Gonna be long and boring but need help
Mental Health | Last Active: Mar 23, 2021 | Replies (30)Comment receiving replies
@lacy2. When I was doing a lot of reading to understand depression, I came across a book that I can't remember the name of but that I've thought about a lot over the years as I've dealt with many different medical issues and depression. The author's belief was that girls who were sexually abused as children or lived in other dysfunctional family situations where they were afraid and producing abnormal amounts of stress hormones were plagued with health issues, including anxiety and depression, throughout their lives. I assume this applies to young boys as well. I haven't felt like investigating this further, because it's literally too depressing, but it might give you some insight if it applies to you. Please don't feel you have to tell me...it's none of my business...but it is food for thought. I hope you are doing well now. Best wishes, Nancy
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@nia4625 Hi ... I have thought back to my childhood years and really cannot think of any abuse.
I was accidentally cut on the neck when about 4 or 5 when my brother and I both wanted a knife ... to get walnuts out of their shells believe it or not. Mum was washing dishes in a corner of the room..... and whether or not she knew we had the knife I dont know and she has passed away now. Apparently I might have died, I do recall her running down the street carrying me with blood all over both of us and a neighbour taking me from my Mums arms as Mum was dropping me. No phone, no car of course in those days in old London, UK.
I recall being in a crib with a plaster cast around my neck and onto my right shoulder, in the middle of a ward of adult women in beds - of course this was just a few years after WW2. I do recall being a very timid child, clinging to my Mum's dress hem/hiding behind it, and crying when I lost her in a shop etc; sitting on her knee... but maybe after almost losing me she was over protective, although I certainly wasnt spoiled with toys etc as they had hardly any money.
So am not sure if something like this made me more vulnerable or if I was just a shy child. I sometimes think it affected my older brother more than me, as he tried to take the knife from me. (true story by the way) It was hardly spoken about after and I even forgot about the scar... but still have it of course. Odd, but writing about it now brings tears to my eyes. J.