Oh my, and I was feeling sorry 4 myself. Shame on me. I applaud you, dude, for your fortitude, your ability to "Keep on keeping on". Your energy level is amazing.
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@hard-headed and continue on the battle field. I'm not a veteran, sorry 2 say. I write to our troops in Afghanistan nearly every day, have for 19 years. But my point is being hard-headed. My household is "My way or the highway". I live alone at 64. Born and raised in Los Angeles, sheltered by a motorcycle gang to keep me safe from my family. Yeah, the 1% were gentler. Moved to get away from that but I keep finding the violence and battling on others' behalf. Others want me to protect them, but when I do they later claim I was too vigilant.
It's hard to imagine that the hippy generation is complaining about sex overload. I've been on Effexor perhaps 15 years, haven't had an overload. Can't even remember.
My son in law, Sean, was large in many ways. 6 foot 5 inches, built like a football player. Super protective of his daughter, my granddaughter. I'm tiny, 5 foot 2 inches. But we would go toe to toe on some issues.People would wonder that I took him on. But he's a gentle giant. My daughter, my granddaughters mother has a habit of making babies then abandoning them. Sean took care of her from day 1. The only constant in her life.
My son in law died a few days ago, suddenly, at 42. He was the single parent of my 17 year old granddaughter. He's the only one consistently in her life. Kept her safe. He and I didn't always agree but we could agree to disagree. I don't have direct contact with my granddaughter-she's gone into hiding. I've been told by a 3rd party that she's safe but in shock. Guess I'm just feeling sad and sorry 4 myself.
You know what, I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Other than the usual bipolar stuff. I stay home, am retired. But yesterday I decided to venture out, go to the library and grocery store. Later at home I created a super meal, ate it, then puked it up. Puked it up. Gross. Apparently just the stress of leaving my house bothers my stomach. I can't believe I've become such a sissy.
I didn't know I was autistic, am autistic. I.m 64 years old. Diagnosed bipolar 14 years ago. Never tested or whatever 4 autistic. But my mother can list the symptoms still – NO touching #1. Still my #1. No noise. When I was young, even in elementary school, if I was involved in a project – LEAVE ME ALONE. On the positive side, I've gotten super jobs in computer research, night jobs with FEW people, people like me. Find a high tech computer lab – Intel, HewletPackard, DEll. Don't TELL them you're autistic. Just flaunt your capabilities. SHOW them what you can do. They'll snap you up, pay you big bucks and be grateful.