WoW Petopia Community

cowmuflage wrote:Well I guess it's fair I mean Wotlk was more alliance focused.

Nubhorns wrote:Just found out my grandmother's cat died on Monday. He was perfectly healthy until a week or so ago, and he was expected to make a full recovery from what we assumed was poisoning of some sort.

Apparently three people in the neighborhood have lost cats to poisoning this week, and the sheriff is out tonight because they found a bowl of hot dogs and antifreeze on someone's back porch. :/

Jessibelle wrote:

cowmuflage wrote:Well I guess it's fair I mean Wotlk was more alliance focused.

Mmm no not entirely. The only alliance thing that happened was Bolvar. That was about all. But in fair game, horde had the Saurfang thing.

Jessibelle wrote:

cowmuflage wrote:Well I guess it's fair I mean Wotlk was more alliance focused.

Mmm no not entirely. The only alliance thing that happened was Bolvar. That was about all. But in fair game, horde had the Saurfang thing.

Argent Crusade isn't an alliance thing...they're neutral like the Cenarion Circle.

cowmuflage wrote:

Jessibelle wrote:

cowmuflage wrote:Well I guess it's fair I mean Wotlk was more alliance focused.

Mmm no not entirely. The only alliance thing that happened was Bolvar. That was about all. But in fair game, horde had the Saurfang thing.

Argent Crusade isn't an alliance thing...they're neutral like the Cenarion Circle.

Don't forget that most of the Lich kings story it's self is more alliance based than horde so no Bolvar was not the only alliance thing.

cowmuflage wrote:Yes BUT most of it was alliance heavy. So I can see why cata was more horde focused than alliance.

Nubhorns wrote:Just found out my grandmother's cat died on Monday. He was perfectly healthy until a week or so ago, and he was expected to make a full recovery from what we assumed was poisoning of some sort.

Apparently three people in the neighborhood have lost cats to poisoning this week, and the sheriff is out tonight because they found a bowl of hot dogs and antifreeze on someone's back porch. :/

Kraai wrote:Apparently because I have an Ironbound Protodrake I'm not allowed to camp Aeonaxx?

Logic.

CrystalKitten wrote:This is going to be a long one. It's going to be one that some people probably find attention seeking... But I've been holding a lot of this in for over 5 years now.. I can't do it anymore. Please when reading this, keep the "if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all" in mind... As certain comments never help. "suck it up, get over it" only causes me to fall deeper because I CAN'T get over it. If I could, I wouldn't need to be typing this up right now.

Warning, there will be some language in this post

I walked to school today. I was listening to my concert prep playlist.. and Save You by Simple plan came on. I lost it. I'm now listening to Therapy by All Time Low on repeat while I type this up.

I think the only thing that hasn't been done to me is extensive physical beating. Unless you could what I did to myself...

Once I hit around 8 or 9 years old, the kids in my cool decided that in order to be cool, someone had to get picked on. That someone was me, but they went farther than a lot of people would have. I grew up developing NO social skills because not a SINGLE PERSON would interact with me unless they directly got something from me (like when they wanted to be invited to my party, I was then thrown away like trash the day after). I was conditioned over the course of 3 or 4 years that asking to join groups, or games was BAD. Not only would I be rejected, but I would be ridiculed. Or, they'd say yes, just so they could find SOME way to turn it against me. I don't lie. They once asked me to play tag. They then, literally, conspired to develop a semi elaborate plot to ensure I would stay "it" for entire recess. I'm not overexaggerating... The teachers never did anything. Most of the time, they just asked what I expected. Though, there were a few that would "hang out" with me during recess and talk to me. My parents didn't do anything either. I was told things like "Look at you, no wonder you don't have any friends" because I wouldn't dress like everyone else, or do the hobbies that everyone else did...

Highschool should have been better. I even started making friends, but it didn't last long. Just before I was to start grade 10, my mom left us. We were left with my dad. I remember I had some friends ask me to go to a dance with them. I went, and then got ditched (not entirely unexpected). I had a relatively horrible time. To make it worse, when I got home, my dad was waiting for me at the door. He told me he almost killed himself, but didn't because what if I saw him when I got home... He didn't mention that my sisters sleeping upstairs had anything to do about it... No kid wants to hear that...

Just before xmas, mid semester, we had to move... We moved in with my grandma.. We liked her, but she was horrible to live with. We were forced to use a cloth to wash our face/hands... and even on weekends we couldn't stay in our PJs all day or we weren't allowed to do ANYTHING, including eat, read, etc. I remember coming home several times to find my dad curled up in fetal position crying... we were there for a few months before he completely lost it and gave us back to my mom...

I vividly remember the day we moved... My parent's made ME.. their fucking 16 year old kid witness them signing the separation papers.. All the while calling each other whores, abusers, and all sorts of other nasty fucking shit... I ran and locked myself in the bathroom as soon as I could....

We weren't with my mom long before my dad asked for a visit.. My mom made us go, since she didn't wanna be a total bitch (probably just didn't wanna seem like she was keeping us away from him so she could try and continue to get child support)... During that visit, I was "disowned" by my dad(after him saying I used to be his favourite), who then gave my sisters a wad of cash infront of me.. He then had the FUCKING NERVE to try and HUG ME. I just about sacked him if I hadn't bee in the car...

Then he started stalking us. Filled our answering machine every day with really creepy stuff. He even came over once, and then proceeded to take all our phones, and lock the door, and all that so we couldn't call my mom at work... We also learned he tried to kill him a few times. had to spend a few nights in jail (either due to the stalking, or for fear he'd kill himself)...

warning, following paragraph may be a bit graphic Once all that died down, I never recovered my grades. I met a guy... but it wasn't a good thing. He saw that I was emotionally destroyed.. (this is the first time I've ever outright talked about this... it's hard)... He wanted to use that... After a little while... not even that long.. he told me it was "time" ... I didn't want to. He said I had to if I loved him... I told him if he loved me, he wouldn't make me.. he said "no, if you love me, you will" I didn't want to. He didn't even want to use protection... But I insisted. I wasn't comforted by the fact that the first one broke... Then he tried to start.. and I just remember pushing myself backwards so that he couldn't get in.. I kept doing that... But soon, if I pushed back anymore, I would risk falling off the bed and cracking my neck.. I don't remember seeing anything.. just black, even though I'm sure my eyes were open the whole time.. probably looking for a way out.. I DO remember him chuckling and asking where I was going... I remember thinking the entire time, looking for a way to get him to stop... As soon as I could, I told him I had to use the bathroom...

Despite how traumatizing that was for me.. I didn't leave him... I didn't tell anyone.. I didn't even realize what it WAS until 3 or 4 years later... I stayed with him, because nobody else wanted me...

When he left ME... I let other people take advantage of me in different ways... Really bad ways.. I thought very little of myself at that time.

To top it off, my mom stopped making meals regularly. She'd never really bothered to teach me how to cook, which means that there wasn't often things to eat.. Especially since a lot of the stuff that didn't have to get cooked was "claimed"... I didn't have much to eat. I ended up on a diet of largely milk and bread. Not that I was keeping much down anyways. The anxiety and depression were so bad, I was nauseous and puking relatively often.

I tried going to the counselors for help, at school. But my mom had told them that I was just an attention seeker, so they never actually listened to me. When my mom found out, she yelled at me, and hit me... Almost slapped me across the face, but I saw the flash in her face.. of wondering what people would say, so she hit my leg.

I eventually went to a doctor. I said I was worried I might be severely suffering from depression (I didn't now there was a distinction between that and anxiety at the time), and that I wanted help. He pretty much just gave me some pills without doing any actual attempted diagnosing... I was given Paxil... It didn't help. After a few days, I noticed no difference at all. His solution was to double my dose... At the time, I was only about 110lbs, and taking 2 paxil a day... I was pretty much bed ridden for 2 weeks. shortly after that, my mom could afford/refused to pay for the prescription refill. I went through physical withdrawl while at school. The councilors still believed my mom, and as such, just sat me in a corner cause they thought I was faking it. It took one of the special ed teachers taking my vitals for them to realize something was actually wrong... Especially since after about an hour I couldn't even talk.. I was stuttering.. couldn't form sentences, I felt like I was boiling, my mouth was so dry it felt like it was full of sand.. (this is why I'm pretty strongly AGAINST people trying to say that meds are a good initial step to getting better...)

I dropped out as soon as I turned 18. My grades had gone from an 85-90 average in grade 9, to failing in grade 12, due to the stress and anxiety.

Then things got a LOT better. I had a few years that were REALLY good. I was starting to heal. Then I lost it all. My best friend, who was the only person I ever learned to trust, threw me away like trash.. I still don't know if it was intentional, or if they just got really busy and haven't had time to chat... I know people say "you shouldn't need someone to make you happy" but the fact is.. MOST people have somebody. A parent, a religious figure, a friend, spouse, hell.. a child.. that when things get really down, they can turn to.. Or several. I had ONE. My friend. I've made a few friends through here and wow which help. But it's not the same. And I have my kitty, which is close, but not the same...

I'm trying really hard to move on. I REALLY am. I want friends. I want to start dating again. But how can I after all that? I have almost no reason to trust people. ESPECIALLY the opposite sex. I know some people find comfort in religion, but I don't, really. Not saying I don't have beliefs, but they aren't really any organized religion, but that's not what this is about. The usual concept of religion doesn't help. If it did, I would be better as I lived in a VERY religious town for a while, and had some of the student/youth groups even have me tag along to some of their events.. Nothing ever clicked with me...

I'm sure I'm forgetting something.. but that's mostly it... :/

LupisDarkmoon wrote:Oh my god, brother.

I know not all people with ADD are like this, so don't take this the wrong way.
But he acts like a three year old when he hasn't taken his medication. He literally runs around the house screaming and laughing and just giggles when you tell him to take his medication. Then he runs away and yells.

He's 18.

He insists he doesn't act differently when he hasn't taken his meds.