Health and Wellness Failures Stories

My therapist told me that it's pretty possible that I have some traits of autism, and I don't know a lot about it.

Yes, I know, "google it". But I wanna know if someone have some resources as books, movies, docs, or something about it.

Thanks.

well hi. I'm William. I guess i'm a co-host? idk man. I don't even think I got my own age right on the tracker. help.

I am unable to express myself, and as a result, people misunderstand me, calling me weird or crazy.

​Nobody understands me. Since childhood, I have always just been myself, but my emotional growth is stunted because I grew up in a very volatile environment.

​I rarely got my parents' help when I needed it; I had to solve my own problems, feeling like I had no support. I sometimes cry, thinking about how lonely I feel inside.

​I've realized that people will only give you attention and care if you are providing them with benefits.

​Truly, I crave a little love. I envy people who were lucky enough to grow up in a good, happy, or at least an emotionally sound environment.

​Now, I feel I can never understand certain emotions, such as making bonds over time. I had some nightmare-inducing experiences in childhood that prevent me from having certain emotions.

​As of today, I want to grow, but I don't know how. Whenever I ask anyone for help, they either leave me, laugh, or just talk behind my back about how naive and witless I am.

So, yeah, I have eczema. I'm 13 and I've had it since I was 3, so, it's been a decade. Mine can be red, flaky and swollen if I don't apply creams, but when I drink some antihistamines, put some steroid creams, and when it's only flaky I put moisturizer, I have minimal scarring, more like minor pigmentation. And no flakes, weirdly enough. Only side effect is acne similar to rosacea since they don't look yellow with pus, but maybe that's cus I'm 13. I got a blood test, and my mom told me the doc said I have an allergy to dust and cat fur, which happened a year ago, in Malaysia at Christmas, in one cafe, they had one fat cat, and when I was petting and rubbing, my eye swelled up in the hotel and I started feeling bad. That allergy came out of nowhere! And because I'm somehow way more analytical than my age (I wish I had the same amount as anyone else), I realized the atopic triad exists, and it's all lining up. I've had eczema since I was 3, and now I got cat allergy since last December. Only a mere year back! Asthma's next! It all makes sense because of the triad, and since my grandma (maternal) has asthma herself. So far my tonsils are apparently sensitive according to my orthodontist, and I often get tonsil stones every month. They're small, and appear less than last year, but I have huge crypts.

My doctor actually suggested biologics, because she noticed I use creams, before my mom declined and she suggested oral stuff, so I drank the fake-medicinal-cherry Predo and some other antihistamine, and I don't feel anything weird, besides them tasting gross. But I was panicking when I realized biologics meant NEEDLES IN THE STOMACH, because one lady put it in her belly like it was nothing, and months before, her skin was like an elephant's with scabs (no offense to her, but it looked really painful)! And I'm here like, "Great, now I'm gonna soon have my eczema-equivalent of insulin shots? What else is next, an inhaler!?" Great, I'm fragile. I have acne which my dad thinks is from dirt, eczema, allergies with swelling, and what else is next? Anaphylactic reactions? Asthma!? Man, I'm a china doll! I was even panicking about the asthma for a month. I even cried a few times, because I know of no one besides my grandma with asthma, and I've heard once you get it, it's lifelong, it can be bad, you can't do normal human stuff like wear wooly sweaters, or own fluffy animals, or go out and run without feeling horrible. And the inhaler felt like a CPAP, meant for people with bad illnesses. It just felt like a sign of weakness. I even came up with a full plan to eat so much sugary food, like think animal-style fries with jug chocolate milkshakes with ice cream sundaes, strawberry vape, and just give up! I'm fine now, but I thought about it then! Now I'm like, "Why? Why did I think that?"

It's just, it seems scary. Just, it may do it. It may have skipped a generation for mom, and 2 generations for dad (his grandma had eczema), but it may get me soon. I already got eczema. Asthma may come next, and I may live for about 70 years. My grandma being alive at 64 is somehow there. I may get it. I didn't get symptoms for cat allergies until December, and it's been happening ever since! Most recently, I pet a cat near a college, and my eye got swollen, my rash got worse, and I started sneezing. Just, even with the pet bit, I wanna have a cat, but now about the fur, I feel bad. And with lizards or reptiles, they don't have that sort of love hormone in them, so they're just seeing you in infrared and only see you as "Feed me, human". But hey, people make sacrifices, maybe this is one of them. Like, if you can't get a villa, get an apartment. But yeah, I'm doing better now, mentally, so please, don't panic about that bit. When I saw a Dupixent ad, it felt...interesting. They said the usual, Dupixent helps clear severe eczema in a few months with long-lasting effects, yada yada, but it also showed stuff like a girl playing some football, and a couple together, and they said stuff like, "Touch can show teamwork, touch can show love. We wanna make sure that touch feels like you and true." Welp, they are right that people will worry if I'm okay if I flare up. Who wouldn't? Last time I got rash on my eyelids, one dude in the pool asked me why they're red. He didn't inquire further, but still.

Like, one girl has perioral eczema, but she manages it well enough where I can't see it, but her lips are kinda dark with pink spots. One girl gets really bad reactions during peak summer. Meanwhile if I don't put cream, I get flaky-ah rash, if I put cream, I get acne on my cheeks, like small pustules, some are the red ones, some are blackheads. The doc suggested I take Dupixent, or actually biologics, but my mom doesn't trust her for some reason. Dupixent is a cure as much as Accutane is a cure. It's trendy, it's new, it's great. So why is mom saying we need to verify this with more doctors and not just one? It's not like vaccines where I could die, right? Why is she telling me to check with more doctors? Everyone with eczema uses it, right? I mean, come on, that lady had a huge glow-up! I bet she was able to sleep easier at night because she's not itching like heck at bed! So why is she asking for a second opinion? It's meant to be a long-term help for years, not a few months. While my eczema may not be as bad, it'll be cured by the needle. So please, whoever has eczema here, is mom being stupid or is she being smart? And tell me your experiences with finding treatment and living with it, I really wanna know. I feel isolated anyways with inherited atopic dermatitis.

so I'm laughing so hard rn ha ha I laugh everytim I see those scratches on my arm ha haaa ha they're so funny and cute

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I love the taste of my own blood wbu

I was diagnosed with Alpha-Gal Syndrome and it's ruining my life.

Google:

Alpha-gal syndrome (AGS) is a delayed-type allergic reaction to a sugar molecule called alpha-galactose (alpha-gal). It is primarily caused by the bite of the lone star tick (Amblyomma americanum).

Basically, with AGS, I can't have any mammal meat, or the byproducts. With AGS, you can develop an allergy to dairy and gluten as well. I'm dairy reactive as of 3 months ago. I thought it would be okay but it's not.

From the start.

Before I was diagnosed I noticed I was breaking out in hives, and they got bad. At one point I had to drive myself to the ER but my legs were so swollen they felt numb, it was terrifying. I had no idea why that was happening. I was eventually referred to an ENT Specialist to get tested for allergies. It was the standard allergy test and I needed bloodwork. Two weeks after the tests, I got the unfortunate news, I could no longer enjoy my favorite foods. I was devastated, depressed even. I was constantly in tears, barely eating, slowly slipping into depression. It took 3 months for me to finally accept that I could no longer have any mammalian meat or byproducts. At that point, I wasn't reactive to dairy or gluten, so it wasn't the worst. I was getting sick of eating chicken for every meal. I tried to cut meat completely but that just made me sick, and extremely weak.

With the help of my amazing fiancé, I started to get better mentally. I finally took back my life, I started working out, eating healthy balanced meals, it was amazing, until it wasn't. A few months before my 1 year check up for AGS, I started to just constantly be in pain again. It wasn't hives, it was the most painful stomach aches, mostly in my lower abdomen. I was freaking out, I didn't know what to do or why it was happening. Cut to my one year check in, I tell the Doc what I was feeling and all of my symptoms, then she gives me even more bad news: no more dairy.

It's been two months since dairy got cut from my diet and I'm struggling so much. People around me, at work, in class, even my own family, all keep calling me dramatic and tell me to suck it up. I CAN NOT JUST GET OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS!! I went my ENTIRE life with no allergies, never been allergic to ANYTHING until now. I'm losing so much weight that I can't keep up with. I can feel myself slipping slowly. I've been in so much pain since not being able to have dairy, it's like my body is rejecting this diet. I have another appointment coming up soon, and I just have this feeling that Doc is gonna cut gluten out of my diet too. If that gets cut, I'll literally starve. Everything now tastes bland, no matter how much I season it. I try new recipes, my fiancé tries recipes and I just want to puke after eating anything because of how bad it tastes. I can't stay positive over this anymore. I'm sad and I'm sick of people telling me to get over it because I can't.

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Is there any good advice to lose weight but then get really committed to it?

How do you get if someone is fat? today's standards are shit and that much I know but I just cannot get how to get if I'm fat.

I struggle with seeing myself as fat, I know I'm probably not, my BMI says I'm not but I still see myself as that and I don't know how to fix this.

unfortunately because of this I feel self conscious wearing some clothes and I get really insecure when I see girls that are skinnier than me. literally if I wont weigh myself every day I'd get anxious and a couple of times to the point of a slight panic attack.

I know it's not healthy at 15 but I just don't know how to deal with it, because this just makes me feel guilty every time I eat, no matter if the food is healthy or not.

(so I was imagining a scenario in which I accidentally-on purpose overdose on my new antidepressants)

Me: *walking into school, feeling not good at ALL*

Barley: "Inari! ... are you ok?"

Me: *collapses, ded*

everyone: *freaking the fuck out*

and then Clive went, "let me show you how it would really happen."

Me: *walking into school, feeling not good at ALL*

Barley: "Inari! ... you good?"

Me: *collapses, ded*

Barley: *shrugs, indifferent*

Everyone else: *just like, well that happened, oh well"

(another scenario, in which someone shoots me in the head at school)

me and barley: *walking down the hall, minding our own damn business*

*then gunshots and i'm dead*

Barley: *FREAKING out*

(the school gets put on lockdown and ppl are screaming)

and then Clive went, "let me show you how it would really happen."

me and barley: *walking down the hall, minding our own damn business*

*then gunshots and i'm dead*

Barley: *shrugs and keeps walking*

(the school gets put on lockdown and ppl just keep minding their own business bc I was the only victim and nobody knows who I am)

Alexithyma

noun

the inability to recognize or describe one's own emotions.

I’m 13, a girl, and stuck in 8th grade with the person who assaulted me. I don’t want to live. If I don’t get help I’m killing myself.

So I hv this girl I’m currently best friends with I’m just gonna say her name bc like 1,000 girls hv it. So I’ve been best friends with Sofia only recently we acc only became friends

Friends because we had mutual ones but anyways in around middle school I started getting really sensitive about things and for a while I thought I was bi and like I’m not right now, but she would say I was like mentally insane because of it and I had about three other friends in that friend group they were all friends from elementary school and they honestly never really listened to me like maybe I didn’t talk enough or like didn’t try hard enough to be included but like I feel like I did like that’s what they say that I didn’t try hard enough to be included and that it was a really long time ago. There was like a lot of little things that she did like I remember there’s this homophobic guy that went to another school and she says that she didn’t but I feel like she gave him my phone number and then he texted me saying about how like people act like insert school knew I was dating a girl and they don’t support my white @ss and then swore at me and it didn’t actually bother me, but it was the fact that she like did this and before she gave him my number she was talking to him about like hey do you know that (my name) is dating a girl and I literally wasn’t. She was actually just making stuff up… well I guess maybe she wasn’t because like I had this joke that there’s this girl that was my wife, but it was actually a joke like I literally told her it was like a platonic wife and also we were in middle school like I was not dating anyone… and so she was talking bad behind my back about me with this homophobic guy and saying how weird and unnatural it was and so one of my other friends, L she sent me pictures of the Gmail’s that Sofia sent to that guy and so having like solid evidence, I confronted her about it but around that time I was getting made fun of for being too sensitive about stuff so I tried to make it like a joke like Sofia I just heard that you were talking behind my back with this guy what but like I made it sound like a joke and she just like laughed like straight up laughed like I mean I guess I was doing as a joke but and like denied it, but like what I literally saw the Gmails…. And there was like a lot of other things that she did like she made fun of some of my other friends constantly she basically called me ugly a bunch of times, but those might’ve been jokes to be honest. So obviously all of this like really hurt my feelings like honestly the only reason I actually think I thought I was bi was because my friendship with them was so bad that I thought having actual friends was like liking someone and so because of that I became like severely depressed. It started off as me just wanting to run away, and I was actually making plans to run away like I was. I had this whole thing planned like I was gonna like run away into the woods and I had this like drinking straw you can get water from rivers and it’ll be clean, but after that once I didn’t do that and nothing got better. I started considering killing myself and it was so bad like every single day that was all that I could think about like constantly ringing in my head I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I just wanna die and I would cry myself to sleep every single night I’d call all the suicide hotline people. They never helped. I’m terrified of pain, but I actually managed to cut myself a little and I know this doesn’t count as like self harm, but even now I still sometimes like pinch myself really hard or scratch myself and like in sort of like a weird way I’m proud of it cause like I don’t know it makes me feel less weak, like I hurt myself That makes me feel less weak. One time I did kind of like a pathetic suicide attempt I tried to suffocate myself with a pillow obviously it didn’t work. And so like all of what she said and with my other friends, but that’s another story like really messed me up in the head and right now I’m in counseling and I’m actually gonna be getting like antidepressants and I still can’t tell if it’s all in my head or not like she didn’t mean it like she actually did not mean it or maybe she did I mean she meant everything she said, but she just didn’t mean it to hurt me because like she doesn’t think before she speaks, but I’m honestly so tired of like Excusing her for what she did like. She’s apologized and stuff, but it doesn’t help. It does not take away the three years that’s still going on that I’m depressed and sad and wanting to kill myself. I just can’t blame her for it because she always has an excuse and it makes me feel crazy whenever I like talk to her about it so that was all like the past stuff there’s a lot happening right now, but I don’t think it will allow me to have this many words so thanks for reading all of this I hope you have a good day

I have been constantly in a bad mental state, started recording my emotions down every now and then to keep a record and most of them were very low and I often recorded being depressed and uncomfortable around my family and people in general. I am seriously struggling with my life and thought about ending it a few times. I started mild SH to not get caught by my parents. I told my mom that I needed help but I was ignored. Due to my family being extremely religious they thought that my struggle was because I wasn’t close enough to god or something. They won’t let me get therapy and I’ve reached a point where I can no longer talk to anyone and all I do is pretend I’m okay because I know I’ll never receive help. I honestly don’t know what to do with my life anymore.

nothing helps it doesn't matter how much I talk about it how much I journel how much I distract myself how much I treat myself how much rest I give myself how healthy i eat how much water i drink how much exercise I get how much I surround myself with people I love or how many times I call the hotlines. everyone gives the same advice "take small steps" "healing takes time" "just take a quick break or try a breathing exercise when it feels like too much" a breathing break isn't gonna help me maybe it wouldve three years ago but idk what I have but its not just what's happening around me its something fudemently wrong with me. no matter how good I have it I'll find I way to ruin it or make myself feel bad. it takes so much effort just to make myself function semi properly, to just exist. i cant tell what's wrong with me and at the same time I know. maybe its too many things and I'm just not sure which one, or maybe its none of them. I mean this cant be because of what's happening around me bc only one baddish thing has ever happened and it was basically my fault anyways. I just cant accept the fact people might acc like me and I know everything I'm scared of and hate about myself and do is irrational but it doesnt matter. this isn't somthing I can fix and its harder and harder every day to deal with it. I'm realizing I should've gotten help a long time ago, because now when people tell me to deal with it maybe I used to be Able to but I just cant anymore. every day I'm waiting and waiting every day even good days I'm dealing with it. I cant tell what I'm missing and if my problems are serious or not but if I don't get help that actually helps soon I'm just gonna end it. I'm tired of waiting for something that isn't coming. its never coming.