<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455</id><updated>2012-01-08T19:57:18.772Z</updated><category term='dilema'/><category term='cross roads'/><category term='decisions'/><title type='text'>Working Through The Hard Times</title><subtitle type='html'>One mans journey to trust a post rape world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-6090848934845095902</id><published>2012-01-08T08:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:18:34.268Z</updated><title type='text'>Some times I think that I got lucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stress... Its a strange thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of my past, when im stressed I have a seizure. Its quite simple, starts in the night usually but if it starts in the day I can fight it untill im somewhere safe. Its pretty easy for me.&lt;br&gt;When I look at others, dealing with stress is a very serious issue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people exercise... they get adicted to endorphines....been there done that....not too bad an addiction if kept in check.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people smoke, a known stress level raiser and also highly addictive, with very bad side effects and complications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people drink, similar out comes to smoking. Ive tried drinking, it doesnt help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people do drugs, many start on soft drugs and turn to hard as the stress doesnt get any better, they also have the added problems of addiction and the physical ravages that ensue.&amp;#160; So not a good option either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im not trying to be holier than thou, but in my time ive been addicted to prescription meds (thanks doc), tried a small ammount of soft drugs (but never for escapism reasons), drunk heavily (because I could and to have fun) and done the exercise bit (untill over exercise and undereating got in the way).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My point is, even though I have a none addictive personality, looking back on things I do think my seizures are the best form of stress relief that I have ever had. They are non addictive, dont ruin other peoples lives, non voilent, dont steal, dont cause cancer, heart problems etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sometimes bad things can be a blessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-6090848934845095902?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6090848934845095902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=6090848934845095902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6090848934845095902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6090848934845095902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-times-i-think-that-i-got-lucky.html' title='Some times I think that I got lucky!'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8874424321831828762</id><published>2011-11-28T11:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:22:29.541Z</updated><title type='text'>The prison without fences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a very difficult weekend of reaction depression and stress generated by my wife. She is finding life very hard with us being appart for 2 weeks at a time. It is difficult as I do miss her terribly, but I find comfort and personal stability in a solitary life away from people.&lt;br&gt;Today though I am feeling very black, life can be very hard and I do worry about her but I really cannot cope sometimes. Sometimes curling up under a blanket and crying can be a good option to life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8874424321831828762?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8874424321831828762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8874424321831828762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8874424321831828762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8874424321831828762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/prison-without-fences.html' title='The prison without fences'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1223619541570145373</id><published>2011-11-05T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:18:42.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness can be the hardest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The title says it all..... Unusually for me this week as I don't normally suffer from loneliness. It has been very very hard&lt;br&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1223619541570145373?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1223619541570145373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1223619541570145373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1223619541570145373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1223619541570145373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/loneliness-can-be-hardest-thing.html' title='Loneliness can be the hardest thing'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-6236351515170663249</id><published>2011-07-30T08:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:09:09.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CFS vs Mental illness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard a piece on the radio yesterday. The piece was about researchers into CFS who were receiving death threats from CFS sufferers for researching CFS and it's possibility of being a mental illness.&lt;br&gt;How stupid are these people? They have research teams looking into their problem and they are frightening them away with death threats. Yes they may be looking into areas that you think are a waste of time, but once they hit a dead end they with look elsewhere. Yes maybe at a post viral solution. But for now give them space to work!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My biggest problem though is their obvious hatred of mental illness, they are helping promote the stigma attached to mental illness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me ask one philosphical question of them, "if a researcher found a link to mental illness and a drug that cured once and for all. Would they take the drug knowing they had made threats on this researchers life?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-6236351515170663249?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6236351515170663249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=6236351515170663249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6236351515170663249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6236351515170663249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/cfs-vs-mental-illness.html' title='CFS vs Mental illness'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1524863450641392055</id><published>2010-05-31T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:46:10.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>i would like to thank 2 people that watch out for me no matter how silent i am or when i disappear.&lt;br /&gt;one person that has been there for a long time and one who is quite new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks with all my heart and my screwed up mind xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2958790756302333890</id><published>2010-05-31T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:43:56.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>clear in a cloudy world...or is it cloudy in a clear world???</title><content type='html'>wierd times are afoot,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is going on. everything is so confusing but clear at the same time. as ive talked before, i&amp;nbsp; seem to be at a crossroad. but things are getting very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when everything is calm but i seem to be calm and and confused at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been fighting with myslef all weekend, ive had taks to do that would normally be very easy but i have had serious trouble getting the mindset to start.&lt;br /&gt;depression is so much easier when you do know if you are or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2958790756302333890?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2958790756302333890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=2958790756302333890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2958790756302333890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='dilema'/><title type='text'>to infinity and beyond....or is it just harley time?</title><content type='html'>well folks.....this is unusual. yes im on and typing more than once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to the chase.....im in a bit of a dilema. i feel that i have got to a cross roads in my life and its causing me lots of worry and distracting thought.&lt;br /&gt;career wise i feel im at a cross roads and i dont know which way to go......at the moment it seems be that the cross roads has got an infintie number of turns / choices from it and im just stood here looking at them all. what do it do????&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i want to carry on doing what i have done for many years now, i have decided on some possiblities for the roads out but there are so many there unmarked that i dont know the reason why they are there at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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time?'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-582588913781201581</id><published>2010-04-28T21:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:14:53.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So many thoughts......so little brains</title><content type='html'>hello world...its been a while...yes you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you well know when i get depressed i get the urge to blog but then easily talk myself out of doing it. well....for quite a long time ive wanted to write but made all kinds of excuses not to.&lt;br /&gt;Life update....... for the last 6months or so ive had some very black periods, these have been created by the stress of having both my parents come to live with us with cancer and then having to buy a property to relocate them into ( and in great dave style....that almost went dramatically wrong).&lt;br /&gt;the main problem im having is getting my head around a matter of gene's ...something i can normally deal with. the problem is that i knew that from my mums side i knew that several of my family have had cancer and had genetic testing, this seems to be looking like its non-genetic. now bringing in my fathers side of the family......when we looked in depth to try get my a genetic test it came to light that about 70% of my immediate blood relatives have had cancer...many of the same forms.&lt;br /&gt;being honest ...it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;i know that the chances of it being passed genetically are very very small....but it is just my luck that there maybe something untowards for me.&lt;br /&gt;It just hope they give me the test soon, its doing my head in!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-582588913781201581?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/582588913781201581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=582588913781201581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/582588913781201581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/582588913781201581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-many-thoughtsso-little-brains.html' title='So many thoughts......so little brains'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2624151929138185359</id><published>2009-10-13T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:46:43.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the drawing board</title><content type='html'>hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while as always, but this time i have tried to keep away intentionally. my depressive times have been  more common recently. but like i say ive kept away as they have been due to work and home pressure and not what this blogs about.&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to conclude "recessions are depressive".&lt;br /&gt;ive also resorted to using st johns wort, my wife wanted me to go to the doctors. i decided to try things my own way.....aint that unusual.&lt;br /&gt;i have missed a few and find that i do go up and down. so as always...must try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2624151929138185359?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2624151929138185359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=2624151929138185359&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2624151929138185359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2624151929138185359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-drawing-board.html' title='back to the drawing board'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8967466120122766720</id><published>2009-06-07T12:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:04:38.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with fire whilst comeing out</title><content type='html'>whats to be said other than my head is threatening to explode but i need to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as part of my role i have taken on the job of company trainer and one of the subjects for me to train is Protection / Abuse.  I looked at my notes for a previous course a couple of weeks ago and decided that i couldnt do the course in the prescribed way so set about changing it. i run the courses on 3 saturdays and sundays per month and after doing course 1 &amp;amp; 2 last week i wasnt completely happy with the outcome so yesterday i decided to based the course around disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;so......... yesterday i came out to the group (in a victim way not the gay way) this prompted some intense discussion (more than i had ever dreamed of) and led to many other disclosures too. it worked well on many levels and not just training but did take quite a toll emotionally on me.&lt;br /&gt;I ran the same format today with similar effect, the only downside was a smaller group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main point of this is nothing for me but a thankyou to others, to the ones for talking, listening and being. we are all great people that do great things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3578207883534806865</id><published>2009-03-17T12:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:48:34.130Z</updated><title type='text'>return of the ugly</title><content type='html'>hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been too long, but as those that know me........up and down on projects. the road to hell and all that.&lt;br /&gt;for 4 of the last 5 months i have been working away from home and living in a motorhome.  i must say that many people thought i may not be able to cope with the isolation. but then as francesca point out what seems like an eternity ago "im very unusual as a rape vicit as i prefer the safety of being alone" and this showed quite obviously. living on a farm during the week so i had solitude from leaving work to go back the next day. admitedly i had the odd down day but i never had the urge to run away, i felt like i had run away but in an ok way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problems that i have had were mainly associated with returning home, i spent many weekend nights awake and very concious of my surroundings. i know i had gotten used to having no light around me being out in the country and the only sounds being naighing of a horse or the mooing of a cow, so to go back to streetlights and people passing by caused some general difficulties. i also had trouble and was very concious of my wife being next to me during the nights.&lt;br /&gt;day times were worse i had lots of trouble adjusting to having others around me that i had to take account of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general im doing really well, whilst away i had times when i was panicking in supermarkets but i stayed a carried on my task. i think going out alone to unfamiliar places is the last bastion of my panics, the panics hasnt lessened much but i find that im now more equiped to fight them and control them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3578207883534806865?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3578207883534806865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3578207883534806865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3578207883534806865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3578207883534806865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/return-of-ugly.html' title='return of the ugly'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-5240488576357717036</id><published>2008-09-02T11:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:29:10.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Runaway...where germany, china anywhere</title><content type='html'>good news and ive only just realised........durrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicki and i started looking for a motorhome today with a view to getting away every other weekend. ive been getting excited about and ive only just realised, "i can runaway and im allowed to do it".&lt;br /&gt;no more wanting to do it, i can do it. i will be back to the days when i have my old v-dub kampa "priscilla" and i used to just pack her and go for the weekend. fair enough i will have more baggage now like wife, dogs and step children. but i can go away and see the sea, climb a mountain....it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN I WILL BE FREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-5240488576357717036?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5240488576357717036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2439342672169477205</id><published>2008-08-27T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:24:35.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>its the itchy and scratchy sho-o-ow</title><content type='html'>been rather scratchy and picky over the last few days, my head is starting to get sore today. i did get rid of my hair this morning as it does help with the problem.&lt;br /&gt;i know why im nervous, its just the state of the job markets. not a problem. got ot keep my head down and just get on with things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2439342672169477205?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-7048110447392999476</id><published>2008-08-21T11:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:13:33.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>depressives are the strong ones</title><content type='html'>i was thinking earier today and this was brought on by a statement my wife made a few days ago. the background is that she is giving up smoking but extra to that stress she is a very hard worker but deals with stress in a very defeatist manner.&lt;br /&gt;so the other day she says to me that i need to be strong as we cant afford to have 2 depressed people in the house (me being the normal depressive). the conversation developed that even though im the depressive she spends more time saying depressive things and saying she cant cope etc.&lt;br /&gt;this got me thinking today like  i said, "we are the strong ones" i may not seem like it but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;i spend a large part of my day struggling with my own mind and the thoughs extra to what im supposed to be doing. what do i do? i carry on, forge ahead. i have bad days like most where im of no use to anyone but i carry on, we all do.&lt;br /&gt;the so called non depressives are the ones that make flippant statements about " oh... i could top myself"....etc but it is us that have the genuine feelings of guilt, fear, self loathing and all the rest but most of us just carry on, we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE FIGHTERS, THE STRONG ONES, DONT GIVE UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-7048110447392999476?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7048110447392999476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=7048110447392999476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/7048110447392999476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/7048110447392999476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/depressives-are-strong-ones.html' title='depressives are the strong ones'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-9212715917037941167</id><published>2008-08-21T10:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:01:35.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know " there are apple trees on the hollywood bypass"</title><content type='html'>had a funny morning this morn, whilst on the phone earlier i had a few blankspots and was seeing confusion creeping in. i didnt take much notice of it. then as i was on my way to the office i was loosing time and being very distracted (not very good on a motorbike).&lt;br /&gt;things have been stressful for the last few days so i am just putting it down to this as the root cause.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no crashes this week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-9212715917037941167?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9212715917037941167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=9212715917037941167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9212715917037941167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9212715917037941167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-know-there-are-apple-trees-on.html' title='did you know &quot; there are apple trees on the hollywood bypass&quot;'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-9067202315408925717</id><published>2008-08-15T15:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:24:33.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the calm "after" the storm... thats wrong plain wrong</title><content type='html'>today folks has been a very quiet placid day. luckily i have had a day conducive to keeping me in a good state of mind, plenty of traveling, so gardening and people that accept me for me.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say.....int milk brill :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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wrong'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3653514050364377092</id><published>2008-08-14T12:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:59:58.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1pm</title><content type='html'>today is becoming very hard, after telling my wife last night that i cant respect her because she doesnt respect herself (this is over her lies about wishing to stop smoking, not just for her but for our old age) there is a sense of coldness in the air.&lt;br /&gt;ive spent a few hours chatting to my cousin today she cheers me up and i do wish we werent so far appart, but allas we are.&lt;br /&gt;im getting really tired now and dull of mind, the urge to go is very great. my instinct is telling me that i have to leave after i do my evening call later as i cant let this gent down. i dont know where i would go or what i would do other than cause more upset for me and others.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i wont leave, and the sea is too far away to go, but i think it is time for a pilgrimage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3653514050364377092?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3653514050364377092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3653514050364377092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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found again only recently via another site. we have been chatting quite regular (partners in crime eh! cuz) she is another depressive like myself, seems like its not just me and our maternal grandfather that were the fruit cakes in the family. its nice to chat to her as we have always had a good bond from childhood, she suffers (i hate the medical term so i will use what i consider the more glamorous) manic depression and keeps me on my toes, more so she even checks up on me if i drop offline for a while.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we were chatting and it was brought up that i havent blogged for a while (this is not the reason i am blogging today) and after a rough night i decided i need to post today.&lt;br /&gt;the last few weeks have been quite busy and stressful, my routines for going through daily life have been more disturbed than i have been able to cope with, not that they were always set in stone.&lt;br /&gt;i think things came to a head yesterday as many things i had been thinking about (injustices) i had to turn into verbal responses so last night after working myself up whilst doing my commute. **** WARNING TO ALL, DO NOT BE ONE THE ROADS IN A VEHICLE LARGER THAN THE ONE I AM IN OR ON WHILST I AM CONFUSED. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. ESPECIALLY IF I AM ON MY BIKE****I WILL TAKE YOU ON AND WIN****&lt;br /&gt;so back to the tale. i got home and got off my chest what i needed then a short while later retired to bed. i am quite emotionally tired at the moment, i have had a good few months so it isnt surprising. during the night i awoke and my senses were very strong and my mind was running over time, even though i  did manage to sleep again for a short while my mind keep running in the background (at this point i have to thank "the smiths" for the title as the song has been going round in my head for weeks now and especially last night and this morning).&lt;br /&gt;this morning i am very tearfull at everything, i spent most of my comute holding the tears back and analysing everything and everyone as i went past.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to run away and hide at the moment, last night i wanted to go out for a long walk alone but one that i may not do the return journey for. its time for change???? lets see.&lt;div 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title='there&apos;s panic on the streets of birmingham'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-6130536008378347825</id><published>2008-06-19T15:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:19:30.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet times</title><content type='html'>im not feeling like writing anything indepth but a just want to write a little about things that have happened over the last week of two since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;most of it happened in two separate incidents.&lt;br /&gt;the first was just a lone walk out onto the main shopping street near the office. i was in a perticullar shop and started to get agitaed and panicy. i resisted the urge to get out as i had shopping to do. once out in the street i calmed down slowly over the half mile back to the office. when in the shop i looked around to see what could be disturbing me and there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is a funny old sponge sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other event happened earlier this week. i was given the task of going to a property auction alone as nicki couldnt make it (work commitments). i had no worries about going, it was a place i had never been so i was happily traveling unkowns as i used to love.&lt;br /&gt;when there i got a little nervous, and this slowly built untill about 10 minutes before the auction. i was surrounded and if i had been standing up i think i would have fainted i felt so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;after the auction was over i left and spent time in the car park bringing myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how our subconcious rules us isnt it, atleast i can now fight mine!!!!&lt;div 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hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-6301134873131124346</id><published>2008-06-05T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:55:02.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mr barlow is back again</title><content type='html'>hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what has amounted to an unplanned couple of months away i am back to put my particular brand of musings on the web.&lt;br /&gt;in these passing times many things have happened, FMC and i have finished my sessions, a sad moment but i do have to traverse the world by myself. i know i can call on her if needed which is a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;i have had ups and downs, with some quite big downs but i have fought through to come out the other side. i still have cloudy days but they are just cloudy days.&lt;br /&gt;i have even been worked up into an uncontrolable rage at one point, and i let it flow (not one of my best moments).&lt;br /&gt;im not going to write much today as it is all past and the present and future are the most important but i am going to start and post more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-6301134873131124346?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6301134873131124346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=6301134873131124346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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for a while, this was something that FMC pointed out in one of our sessions. we were talking and going through how i interact and feel when around others.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to be alone, i feel safe alone as there is nothing / no one for me to observe and track. where as in crowds i feel under great pressure to keep track over everyone. this presure seems to bring on my anxiety and a need to run away.&lt;br /&gt;According to FMC the norm is the opposite, and i have been trying to comprehend this since we talked.&lt;br /&gt;to me the logic would be safety = alone &amp;amp; danger =crowds. but this isnt the case obviously, i wander why? i know i could put up many arguaments as to why alone is safety but i also know my arguaments for my view points on crowds could be shot down quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to hear others views an experiences on this, so please if anyone does read this please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div 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people'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-9009912301518795427</id><published>2008-03-16T17:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:35:14.309Z</updated><title type='text'>sects, dregs and rotten rolls</title><content type='html'>over the last few months as i have avaiod posting i have had many enlightening thought sessions provoked by things i had seen or heard in the media and conversation in general. as i have left it so long between i cannot post about my thoughts and feelings as this would be like personal chinese wispers between myself.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to do better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(including my homework FMC, if i can remember what it is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-9009912301518795427?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9009912301518795427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=9009912301518795427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9009912301518795427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9009912301518795427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/sects-dregs-and-rotten-rolls.html' title='sects, dregs and rotten rolls'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-5437622298620414577</id><published>2008-03-16T17:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:32:30.439Z</updated><title type='text'>alone in a sea of people 2</title><content type='html'>its now sunday and i have been avoiding writing my posts for several weeks now. it is quite ridiculous as i am a very pro active person but i find it so hard doing this or my homeworks from FMC.&lt;br /&gt;alone in a sea of people 2 - on friday i went into birmingham city centre at lunch time. i havent been their alone for over a year now, and probably only once with someone else. i knew how busy it would be, but i had to see how my feelings would differ. i had already talked to FMC about my experiences in york and how when i drove back on the friday of that week i had to drive to my office in birmingham before going home. as i came off of the motorway i felt a feeling of uneasyness and anxiety as i turned towards birmingham but as i late drove away home this lifted.&lt;br /&gt;so on friday i went into birmingham, and my anxiety levels rose to panic at one time but i let it ride and it quickly subsided. i also found myself plottings everyones movements as i walked down new street to my destination. for those that dont know birmingham, new street can easily accomodate 1/4 to 1/2 million people and does get rather busy at lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;my new task is to return on monday lunch and go to a bank on new street and see if my feelings have changed i will then re post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-7082467272371167113</id><published>2008-03-16T17:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:23:08.275Z</updated><title type='text'>alone in a sea of people</title><content type='html'>a couple of weeks ago now i took a new job, i had been told about it by one of my agents (a man i trust very much to advise me honestly) this job involved working for a large company at their birmingham office.  Things didnt start exactly as we would have planned, i got a call from the agent late friday afternoon asking if there was any chance i could start earlier than we had planned (i wanted a week so i could tie up any other loose ends) . his call comprised of a "can you start on monday?" question, then in the same breath "can you start in york on monday?" (york is about 150 miles away). we arranged things, no interview, client to cover costs of hotels etc.&lt;br /&gt;So that next monday i drove up to york, i wasnt nervous or anxious, infact i was quite happy. i have always liked york and spent much time there as a child.&lt;br /&gt;the point of this post is, as i was there for several days and nights i had to walk around the city. york is a very placid place and i think this showed in my mood. i was able to walk around what could be described as a semi strange place at night and day without looking around me other than to observe my surroundings, even with several thousands of pounds worth of laptop on show.&lt;br /&gt;what amazed me was how comfortable i felt, i had no need to run or hide just to enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-7082467272371167113?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7082467272371167113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=7082467272371167113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/7082467272371167113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/7082467272371167113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/alone-in-sea-of-people.html' title='alone in a sea of people'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4897530262892166296</id><published>2008-02-20T16:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:47:36.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Elvis has entered the building</title><content type='html'>Well after what seems to be months and months away from my postings, "IM BACK" as someone once said.&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been very busy ones and things are now calming down so it is now time for me to start seeing and also observing what is going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;I havent had to many problems over this time, i have my up days and down days but as i have explained before i used to use work amongst other things to keep my mind sufficiently busy so that i couldnt see what was happening within myself. Its not a good way to be even though it is nice to not be struggling and fighting with my mind and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past weeks i have seen or watched things that have made me think, i saw one T.V. programme that was about self harm. It was quite enlightening as i would have never considered myself as a self harmer but as you saw the lifes of the people documented in the programme and analysed their lives i could see that how i used to run my life was a form of self harm. This included both the mental and physical activities that i took part in, dont worry FMC im not going to go off on a self harm tangent when i next see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my wife said that she would like me to go back to my old career of contracting in the sense that i work for one employer for a long time not on a day to day hour to hour basis. Im writing about this as i found myself thinking and worrying about going back to work with strange people in strange places. Even though i loved that job i was always very worried and tense about what went on around me and who was near me.&lt;br /&gt;My only question is "do i really want to go back to that life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its now time to say......yes to all i have failed in keeping this up reguarly but i will try harder now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4897530262892166296?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4897530262892166296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4897530262892166296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4897530262892166296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4897530262892166296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/02/elvis-has-entered-building.html' title='Elvis has entered the building'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2489757843295444772</id><published>2008-01-25T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:29:48.060Z</updated><title type='text'>poppy will be your lucky flower</title><content type='html'>this last week as i have become busier than i have ever been. i have been watching myself and i have seem many old traits coming back. luckily as i know what they are i can see myself using the trick to lengthen my day and complete my tasks.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go into the techniques that i have been using but some could be physically damaging but luckily i am able to step away and hopefully i will be able to step away more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2489757843295444772?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2489757843295444772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=2489757843295444772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2489757843295444772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2489757843295444772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/poppy-will-be-your-lucky-flower.html' title='poppy will be your lucky flower'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-418793735066011472</id><published>2008-01-20T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:36:08.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the wall</title><content type='html'>I think i am going to write a backwards mixed up kind of blog today. The reason is a have been monitoring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; all week after a very black few days last weekend. The prompt now though is that I have just been to the supermarket without any problems but as soon as i walked into my home i feel like i have hit a depression wall. My concentration span has gone, i feel like my head is both solid as i like to call it "i feel thick".&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the story......... today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; by the way, this all starts a week ago on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, my day was as normal but with an underlying frustration or or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; that i was doing to much and others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; pulling their weight. This carried on for the day and due to tiredness that evening i went to bed early. When i awoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning i was very depressed and angry at everyone, i quickly gathered my things and made a quick exit and went to the office. I knew the kind of day i would make a t home if i had stayed there, so to get out of peoples way was the best for all. this proved a good idea as when i had to use the phone i always ended up shouting and swearing. but post phone call i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;depressive&lt;/span&gt; and guilt ridden.&lt;br /&gt;My mental state over the the weekend was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reserved&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; man, my reactions to all external &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; was to get away (yes once again i was going to pack the car and leave). the sea has such a pull, but this time i was not bothered if i went out on my surf board and allowed the sea to just take me away.&lt;br /&gt;Things have brightened during the week and returned to a more steady state, but i have been avoiding writing this post and many other post recently. I have found myself putting it down on my list of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new on another front though, recently i have been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; street and my overriding need to keep track of everyone is starting to go away, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to look at the floor.  It does make for a different life, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if it is for the better yet as i think i am missing out on seeing so much. but i can only try to find a balance that i am happy with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-418793735066011472?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/418793735066011472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=418793735066011472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/418793735066011472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/418793735066011472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/hitting-wall.html' title='Hitting the wall'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8277651639816684134</id><published>2007-12-31T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:32:28.888Z</updated><title type='text'>To Mark "Chopper" Brandon Read</title><content type='html'>its new years eve and the last few days since my last post have been relatively normal apart i have been getting very angry and waking during the night and morning with the shakes. i have to get through tonight in the company of others at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for all my few readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8277651639816684134?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8277651639816684134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8277651639816684134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8277651639816684134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8277651639816684134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-mark-chopper-brandon-read.html' title='To Mark &quot;Chopper&quot; Brandon Read'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-9095079434847052204</id><published>2007-12-28T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:29:01.924Z</updated><title type='text'>the funky bhudda</title><content type='html'>after nearly 4 weeks of mental peace the flood gates finally opened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;In the run up to the Christmas holidays i have had some very calm weeks mentally but this was artificially created through an exceptional amount of work in my intray. Im my past i used to block my thoughts by trying to divert all my mental processes to what can be called avoidant thoughts (work work work).&lt;br /&gt;This last month has taken me back there and i have to say that the peace within was very welcome, but it also caused other problems. I was very unable to complete my homeworks and this did cause problems as it does frustrate both FMC and myself. My homework revolved around going to public places and rtying to put myself in to someone elses shoes and do the tak without using my methods for survival.&lt;br /&gt;The tasks were very hard especially if i wasnt allowed to look at the floor instead of the people around.&lt;br /&gt;when i finally did get to doing the exercise it was very difficult i tried many different tactics to completing the exercise all with differing levels of sucess.&lt;br /&gt;The chance to have several weeks of peace was nice, even if it has come with its own problem of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;as i said earlier in my blog, the peace came to the end yesterday with an outburst of ungratefulness and selfishness that quikly turned to self loathing, crying and hatered and the want to leave and start somewhere new. my need to be with the sea was at the highest it has been for many years.&lt;br /&gt;im struggling with the post christmas blues hopefully as with many people all the buildup and booze and now the big let down, i hope it doesnt hold for long as i know there are others worse off than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-9095079434847052204?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9095079434847052204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=9095079434847052204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9095079434847052204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9095079434847052204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/12/funky-bhudda.html' title='the funky bhudda'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1072812850589750527</id><published>2007-11-29T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:21:29.469Z</updated><title type='text'>un named</title><content type='html'>today has been quite a struggle, an mixture of depression, confusion and self doubt. Im typing this as quicklyas i can as im doubting everything that i think. the next thought takes over the previous and so on. im crying i have needed to go outside for the past several hours but i cant do it, i have looked out of the office windows and looked at others getting along with their lives, even wandering who could be another of the 1 in 4 of us depressives.&lt;br /&gt;my instict is telling me to cry and hide, i dont know what to do, i hope nicky arrives soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1072812850589750527?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1072812850589750527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1072812850589750527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1072812850589750527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1072812850589750527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-named.html' title='un named'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4419376032266338268</id><published>2007-11-28T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:35:48.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Newtons Third Law of Motion</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been rather difficult in certain ways for me. Monday started as a normal day, but the pressures of work and life soon showed themselves after two alcoholic drinks at lunch to see a coleague off back to his home in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say i was a horrible person, i was rude, crude and nasty to my wife and a member of staff (I have since appolgised and spent time in the dog house).&lt;br /&gt;After very little sleep Monday night, i spent most of it in a state of high nervousness and in a medium episodic state. Tuesday morning was a combination of the shakes and semi incoherance. In hind sight i am trying to justify it to being a combination of the release of the energy that was showed the day before plus the aftermath of that too (dog house time). Plus also i was getting worked up about going to a small live lounge set by The Pigeon Detectives at Kerrang Radio. I have to say i was scared about going to this new place even with someone that i know quite well but had never spent time alone with. I even tried to get others to go instead.&lt;br /&gt;These fears did lower as the time neared and the person i was going with arrived, and by the time of the gig i was quite relaxed other than my usual checking of where everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;As Newtons Third law states : - for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4419376032266338268?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4419376032266338268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4419376032266338268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4419376032266338268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4419376032266338268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/newtons-third-law-of-motion.html' title='Newtons Third Law of Motion'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3027842806665483684</id><published>2007-11-28T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:23:47.838Z</updated><title type='text'>For MicroComputisLupus</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would make my reply here and not on your blog for all you coleagues to see easily.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to hear that you are feeling better, i ahd thought that i had posibly frightened you away but it is very nice to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;I must agree that talking is one of the best and easiest ways to fight depression, unfortunatelly when you are depressed it is one of the hardest things to do. I find myself making excuses for when i must talk to my wife even if i realy need to talk to her, but as the old saying goes "the longest walk is from the chair to the table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep intouch and let me know how things go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3027842806665483684?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3027842806665483684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3027842806665483684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3027842806665483684'/><link 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and the man, and help the teen in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...younger is on the bed having things done to him, i enter then the door is shut. my options would be:-&lt;br /&gt;1 - leave him there as i know the future.&lt;br /&gt;2 - drag him away and explain later, without approaching the man.&lt;br /&gt;3- forcibly remove the man and then take younger whilst explaining.&lt;br /&gt;4 - explain to younger what is going to happen and how it could affect his future life.&lt;br /&gt;5 - forcibly remove younger without any regard for the man.&lt;br /&gt;or any combination of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now in a very big quandry, as other than my mental health problems i am happy with my life and the things that i have seen on the way. would i want younger to miss out on those things, as my experiences are part of the sum of what makes me me. but i cant leave him there to have my fate. violence would make my as bad as him. to just explain and them leave him to make the decision is a great risk that i wouldnt want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finish......&lt;br /&gt;im in the room down near the tv. i walk towards younger and him, i say to younger "we have to go, and i will explain later".&lt;br /&gt;whilst doing this i place myself between younger and him and urge what must be a confused and shocked teenager to straighten his clothing all the time checking what the man is doing.&lt;br /&gt;the man would leave the room to escape any reprisals or atleast move away as i think he would be like that, if not i would use my strength to make way.&lt;br /&gt;we would exit the room and the house whilst letting younger know that all will be explained once i get him away.&lt;br /&gt;when we are home i explain my fate at the mans hands and that i was only trying to save him from future harm, but i think the damage has already been done. my presence and the situation would have been enough to confuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-6185990459973506717?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6185990459973506717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=6185990459973506717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6185990459973506717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6185990459973506717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/omieworkre-scription.html' title='omiework...re-scription'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-753449951354611566</id><published>2007-11-20T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:14:15.296Z</updated><title type='text'>feelings, nothing but feelings</title><content type='html'>ok....this is a what can be called live broadcast. im having feelings so im going to try put them down.&lt;br /&gt;for the last couple of hours i have been distracted and found it hard to concentrate on work. i have got to the point now where i have been physically nervous for some time now, my head is starting to get cloudy and my jaw is tightening and clenching. when i have choises like comeputer menus, i know which one i need but i am finding it hard to choose it from the list and then question it when i have found it. i feel as though someone is over me .thoughts are comeing and going, with little knowledge of what they are. my concentration is focussed on this. im starting to feel the muscles pull up from my chest to my throat and jaw on my left side. the left side of my head feel differnent to the rest, feels cloudy and heavy, my right eye feels wider too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-753449951354611566?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/753449951354611566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=753449951354611566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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FMC made a point and tried to figure out if i was holding back, as if in some way to protect others and her from what i know and have experienced. The point was based around the difficulties that i have in expressing what i am thinking (if i even know at the time) and how i do or dont convey it to others.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke early and found myself thinking about this, it is very easy to say that i have come to some conclusions about this and not explain how i came to these conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;so its time for me to ramble on a little (as i do). Firstly i will say that i came to the conclusion that i do in someway try to shield people from my past and my present. This has to be something that i must get past very quickly as it doesnt help me, and it also make FMC's job a whole lot harder as without the whole story how is she supposed to help me to the best of her ability.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusions arise from thinking through past actions and decisions and current methods of living. I dont know how to put this into words but i will try. The points that made me think were:-&lt;br /&gt;1:- My decision not to have children, that is a two part decision.&lt;br /&gt;        (i) The statement that "the abused become abusers" has always been in my mind and i cant             allow my past to become someone else's future. TRYING TO PROTECT.&lt;br /&gt;        (ii) Also by not having children i am stoping through my own fear a child from having the                 same fate as me. TRYING TO PROTECT.&lt;br /&gt;2:- For many years i didnt talk to anyone about my past, that was for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;        (i) I didnt tell my parents to stop my father doing something stupid and ending up ruining                 his life, i also didnt think that they would understand and may ostracise me (the opposite             to what they did when they found out). Finding out did hurt my parents but i think it                     hurt them the most because both i and they found it very hard to talk about. I also felt                 the cliches of being dirty and it being my fault (this is something that FMC has tried to                 address that maybe in my naivety i gave out the wrong signals, and it is a very hard thing             to deal with but one of the areas that i feel i am going into quite well).&lt;br /&gt;        (ii) I didnt tell friends and other loved ones in a way to protect them from my experiences, it             was easier for me to cope with them just thinking that i was a little odd than as i thought             they would deal with me (how wrong was I)&lt;br /&gt;3:- At present i tend to tell people only what they need to know for a given situation, in most                 situations this is ok, as in certain situations like getting a job i could guarantee that not                 getting the job by telling people that i have a fear of men and other things brought about             by ...... . This is now becomeing a problem as i dont talk to my wife enough and i am                     finding it hard expressing things to FMC. This is coming about as i try not to let people                 know everything so as not to put upon them or disturb them. It is just another way of                 protecting people as i have found that when i do tell people their reaction can be very                     different to what i expected. I have found in the past it is amazing how many people have             been abused in the past and the release of telling someone who has shared the same                     experiences is a great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i do seem to be my own biggest hurdle, i have a habit of trying to protect others from something that will not harm them. It can also stimulate conversation and not always from myself as we all need to talk sometimes. So now im seeing what i am doing it maybe easier for me to get past it and forge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH - Even though i am finding things hard, my sessions with FMC seem to be producing positive results, my episodes are receeding and their severity has dropped dramatically, im not saying im fine but improvements are happening. Thanks FMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1519247773224956595?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1519247773224956595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1519247773224956595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1519247773224956595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1519247773224956595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-is-out-there.html' title='The truth is out there'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8471394001121668140</id><published>2007-11-13T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:48:45.519Z</updated><title type='text'>do androids dream of electric sheep?</title><content type='html'>It has been almost two weeks since my last post, this has been both deliberate and accidental.  After a visit back to my home county to see some friends two weekends ago i slipped into quite a black period of depression for the most of last week. It could have been a mixture of going home and alcohol, but the week was quite difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend back home, i havent seen her for a couple of years now. This friend is a bright and vibrant woman but also behind all the bubbles in her personality she is a reactive depressive who can be triggered by all manner of bad situations. I wouldnt consider myself a reactive depressive as my moods just go up and down and after a nice period of relative calm  i hit  quite a bad patch but i do believe external stimulus can play a part in the onset and regression of my depressive periods. For the most of the week both i and my wife will admit i was in a terrible bad mood, this wasnt helped by almost 3 days on relatively little sleep and very high stress. As the week progressed i slipped into a darker and darker mood and by Thursday / Friday i was ready to end it all in many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;I was mainly ready to just drive away from my marriage, business and life and start again somewhere different. Sometimes i wondered what life was like when you could just go somewhere else, use a different name and there not be a paper trail to follow you. I think if the deppression had carried on for much longer i would have seriously considered something more stupid and drastic, but we wont go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my relief and as seems to be the case my depression did lift and life has gotten back to normal, or as normal as it can be with me. Nicki and i have talked, luckily it is something that i am learning to do more, as it is difficult as you do feel obliged not to ruin someone else's day when you want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel sorry for FMC as she has chosen to be a therapist and she gets people like me that have these problems and fears and reactions to everyday life, i go to see her and we talk but i feel like i am cheating her as when we talk i find it very hard to explain why i am thinking and feeling how i am. Most of these actions seem so ingrained within me that there is no longer any thought or emotion behind, they are just there.&lt;br /&gt;We are making progress though, even with the problems last week where nicki could and possibly wouldnt have come close to me. I am allowing more physical contact, hugs are getting easier.....it will be a long time before they are easy and without and complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression does have some benefits (not that i want them permanently). It does give you alot of time to think about your problems and sometimes even to start and solve them as the depression tends to block much of the rest of life out.&lt;br /&gt;Last week FMC went to a conference and i was asked if could be used as a case study for her to present, i consented as any person with an ego would. I must admit though i am looking forward to hearing about my reception from the conference and would love to hear any sugestions from FMC's peers.&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky as my periods are more sporadic, i know that i will come out and things will be brighter.  In the end you do have to answer the title question.....YES. As like trees falling in a forest, yes there is a noise as we all have a voice and the ability to think and dream of our future, hopefully we will learn to leave the past behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8471394001121668140?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8471394001121668140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8471394001121668140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8471394001121668140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8471394001121668140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-androids-dream-of-electric-sheep.html' title='do androids dream of electric sheep?'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4096190549887646634</id><published>2007-11-01T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:04:35.483Z</updated><title type='text'>in space no one eats ice cream</title><content type='html'>not much news this week, the last few week i seem to have calmed down. im not nervous for the majority of my time, after my homework non starter of previous weeks my calmness has caused the opposite problem but i have achieved something with it.&lt;br /&gt;my other homework for the past week was to document my problem sleeping...... bit of a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;over the last week, my more settled demeanour has enabled my to sleep through practically every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does seem that the tree does make noise if it falls in the empty forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4096190549887646634?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4096190549887646634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4096190549887646634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4096190549887646634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4096190549887646634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-space-no-one-eats-ice-cream.html' title='in space no one eats ice cream'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4820190212114742273</id><published>2007-10-29T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:44:40.361Z</updated><title type='text'>hugs and kisses</title><content type='html'>after last weeks failure of my homework, this week i have to do it. I am proactive in my problems but i am also great at making excuses to avoid doing things ie. homework.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been very busy and tiring but on saturday morning i held nicki in bed for approximately 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;both my mental and physical states remained calm thoughout it all, i think i was more nervous before and after because of what i was doing and had done and the expectations of it all. i had has one small time where i had to make more cool air around my face but i didnt panic or pull away.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying through the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4820190212114742273?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4820190212114742273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4820190212114742273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4820190212114742273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4820190212114742273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='hugs and kisses'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4439056643153993227</id><published>2007-10-24T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:46:41.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The snitch at the cement works on the east river...</title><content type='html'>has reliably informed me.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way i find this quite amusing) according to nicki, last night she tried to hug me and before she had even managed to get her arm around me i was making rapid breathing noises (similar to Hanibal Lecter) and when she moved away they stopped. i cannot remember any of this and can only asume that i was asleep or falling but still aware of my surroundings. nicki now seems to think that i am planning to murder her whilst i am asleep.....lol&lt;br /&gt;also last night, in one of my early hours awake periods i went to hug nicki and as i put my hand on her my breathing speeded and deepened and i felt faintly scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an ABC but i can work on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4439056643153993227?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4439056643153993227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4439056643153993227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4439056643153993227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4439056643153993227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/snitch-at-cement-works-on-east-river.html' title='The snitch at the cement works on the east river...'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8476591892666025232</id><published>2007-10-22T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:04:48.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep till brooklyn</title><content type='html'>The hug homework has got off to a little bit of a false start over the weekend. to start with nicki was treating it as a little bit of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night in bed the hug was fine, i felt my breathing tense up a little and my alertness went up quite dramatically with my hearing playing the largest part. i was able to stay there for quite sometime but had to move in the end as i was totally unable to settle for sleep. Nicki was behind me on this occasion, earlier in the week she held me from the front and i found it very constricting and claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;last night i went to bed earlier than nicki but didnt get to sleep, so when nicki came in she held me thinking i was asleep. my urge to pull away took less time and i did resist it for as long as possible. i found myself very alert and on edge last light and only managed 2-3hrs sleep at the most.  It was quite a difficult night with my mind racing for the majority of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8476591892666025232?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8476591892666025232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8476591892666025232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8476591892666025232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8476591892666025232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-sleep-till-brooklyn.html' title='No sleep till brooklyn'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8208233909842492299</id><published>2007-10-19T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:07:53.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the flight of the bumble bee</title><content type='html'>After a rather dificult session this morning with CMF &lt;----- (thats a good hint if you dont want to use your real name)  CMF was determined for me to have a difficult time this morning, i cant blame her as due the week that i have had i did make for more things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really want to talk about the session as it was mainly a replay of my week and discussions based on that, the outcomes though have produced my homework, i do have two pieces this week that are based around intangibles and the feelings that they will arise.&lt;br /&gt;my homework is :-&lt;br /&gt;1. to allow my wife to hug me, everyday and document the events.&lt;br /&gt;2. to find a hotel with a four poster bed so we can arrange a field trip. ( info - i have a phobia of 4 post beds as the room my incident was in had one, i have only been in a room with one once since then and i had to leave and request another room even though the hotel had been nice enough to give it to me as a free upgrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8208233909842492299?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8208233909842492299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8208233909842492299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8208233909842492299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8208233909842492299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/flight-of-bumble-bee.html' title='the flight of the bumble bee'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-9001461741305314213</id><published>2007-10-18T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:28:08.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me about your mother</title><content type='html'>Time to get down to my homework:-&lt;br /&gt;after having such an up and down week my homework is either going to comethrough easily (hopefully) or be such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;this week i have to talk about anger - this list wont be very accurate but may be added to at later date.&lt;br /&gt;Times that i have allowed myself to be come angry.&lt;br /&gt;   1. age approx 10 - as i child my brother was annoying me this one time, as siblings do. to start let me decribe myself and     my brother as children. my brother is 2.5yrs older than me and was always roughly double my size. this particuar day big brother just took it too far, and even with our size differences i wrestled him to the floor and pinned him down with a chair leg in his mouth. i then told him if he didnt stop the leg would go in.&lt;br /&gt;   2. age approx 15 - me friend and i were out one evening and we bumped into someone that at the time he wasnt getting along with. the situation developed at the time into a fight between the two of them we myself as a bystander. during the fight the other person grabbed my friend by the genitals and squeezed. this made me mad as to me that ws very dirty fighting, so i pulled him off my friend and proceeded to land several very angry blows and kicks. once i had told him that i didnt like what he had done the situation calmed and we all left (believe or not we have all been friends since then).&lt;br /&gt;   3. age approx 28 - Whilst i was recovering from my breakdown, i was cared for by my ex girlfriend Amy. Even though at the time i wasnt allowed to leave my home alone i used to quite alot as i couldnt cope with having my life taken away. One particualar night i have gone to the resaraunt that my brother worked at to see him. mentally that night i wasnt in a fit state, amy was there working i think and she said something to me. i dont know what she said or what happened but the next thing i knew was that i had picked her up by the kneck and was holding her in mid air. once i knew what i was doing i put her down and ran away. the rest of the night is a blur unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;   4. over the last few years i have had times where i get rather angry at just minor things, they are more just thoughless actions. people not cleaning up after themselves etc... i simmer for a while and bottle it up, then blow up and then go away and calm down, the worst&lt;br /&gt;I dont like anger or confrontation my friends used to say that i was the most placid person that they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have extra homework through the joys of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;this is based on my posts earlier this week about my panics.&lt;br /&gt;the senario - im in the shop and start to panic, i dont run away, im aware that its happening, i try not to show it.&lt;br /&gt;1. What would others think? - most people now wouldnt look twice, they would just think i was ill or mad and get on with thier business.&lt;br /&gt;2. What happens if i show it? - i get looked at, or people comment or they just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;3. What happens before, during and after?&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE - im genrally nervous or aprhensive about where im going or where i am.&lt;br /&gt;DURING - i get more nervous, my nervous symptoms show more, i try to be more aware of my surrounding. my flight response keeps telling me to leave, but i fight it. at its most extreme i start to loose comprehension of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER - im tired, nervous but calming, emotional, want to be alone, i need to see the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i have realy struggled, i have spent alot of time in nervousness and mild panic. i have wanted more that ever to hold my wife dusring my sleepless times in the night, im getting very tired now. but my overwhelming reaction to people at the moment is to keep them away. last night in her sleep nicki touched me, i wanted it, i would have liked her to hold me but a large part of me was just trying to pull away and put as much distance as i could between us whilst staying in bed. i hate it, i know i have to fight it, but it is hard having one part of you wanting one thing and another the total opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-9001461741305314213?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9001461741305314213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=9001461741305314213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9001461741305314213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/9001461741305314213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/tell-me-about-your-mother.html' title='Tell me about your mother'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1867359923204749931</id><published>2007-10-17T13:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:21:11.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to CMF</title><content type='html'>you have too much free time on your hands.....it feels like i have a stalker :0)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the extra work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1867359923204749931?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1867359923204749931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1867359923204749931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1867359923204749931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1867359923204749931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/reply-to-cmf.html' title='reply to CMF'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3792670022875636742</id><published>2007-10-17T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:25:20.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few days</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been quite funny after a weekend of being quite angry at others I came to work on monday in a calm but nervous state. This didnt last for long as Monday lunchtime whilst out i started to suffer from panic. On the advice of CMF i let it carry on and peak, i must say it is not a fun experience to be in a store trying to buy something whilst panicing and trying not to show it. I did struggle through it but the over bearing instinct that i had was to run away, this carried on through the rest of the day even when i had to spend several hours with a client.&lt;br /&gt;That night and the next morning i both went to sleep and awoke with mild panic.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was much the same as Monday but the panic was milder.  I did both go to sleep and awake again wednesday morning panicing with small slips in and out of mild convulsions on wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my "omiework" :) (sorry CMF i had to get one back for your "this is your last therapy session" prank last week)&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite difficult to plot when i have been angry and let it come out or just bottled it up. I will move onto it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3792670022875636742?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3792670022875636742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3792670022875636742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3792670022875636742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3792670022875636742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-few-days.html' title='the last few days'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4669425812270346288</id><published>2007-10-11T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:31:22.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Omiework</title><content type='html'>A brief explanation to start with, my home work is to describe my thoughts and feeling that i have when i think about the room and the man involved.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best way is for me to set things up by describing what is in my memories, with any hope it will help promote my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i can remember is sitting on the bed, he is infront of me with a wall behind him, he is reaching over and playing with me. the room is pink, there are magazines around and the bed is a four poster.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings that thinking about this is currently bringing are:-&lt;br /&gt;sickness&lt;br /&gt;escape&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;push&lt;br /&gt;nervousness&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4669425812270346288?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4669425812270346288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4669425812270346288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4669425812270346288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4669425812270346288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/omiework.html' title='Omiework'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4972023036926491214</id><published>2007-10-10T09:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:55:16.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>addendum</title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention yesterday that i have been showing sign of quite obvious nervousness as i have been scratching and rubbing my head almost constantly. Now when i touch it, it does feel quite sore. I have known that i was doing it and havent now tried to stop or wanted to infact.&lt;br /&gt;On a better note this morning i gave my wife a hug, this hug lasted sometime and i didnt feel the need to pull away. I know it wont be this way every time but atleast it is a small start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4972023036926491214?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4972023036926491214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4972023036926491214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4972023036926491214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4972023036926491214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/addendum.html' title='addendum'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-5893855943029298406</id><published>2007-10-09T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:35:57.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in.........</title><content type='html'>After last weeks expectations of big problems, they never materialised. I also went to some new places and didnt feel overly nervous, and after a visit to the city centre on saturday (always something that i never relished) with no want to get out I have coped rather fine. In the market i was very aware of what was going on around me and rather vigilant but  i didnt allow it to run my experience.&lt;br /&gt;Its now Tuesday and I have had two very bad nights sleep (if you could call it sleep) and im getting rather tired and nervous, the forgetfullness is also becoming a problem. Im sure if i sleep tonight i will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-5893855943029298406?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5893855943029298406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=5893855943029298406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5893855943029298406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5893855943029298406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepless-in.html' title='sleepless in.........'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-6096263891945839547</id><published>2007-10-02T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:50:29.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 1 and counting</title><content type='html'>Last night i got home from work after an afternoon of struggling to work, and for the next 1-2 hours i just cried and felt helpless. I think i am as i would put it "coming up on a big one" prbably in the next couple of weeks i will sink into a deep depression with a good quanity of dispare. Fortunately these only last for a couple for days, but the before and after effects last for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;One of my main concerns last night was that how can i not tell my wife and family how much i love them when they are there but when they arent the feelings are so powerfull.&lt;br /&gt;Today i have been getting more and more emotional and it is only almost 11am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-6096263891945839547?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6096263891945839547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=6096263891945839547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6096263891945839547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/6096263891945839547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/t-minus-1-and-counting.html' title='T minus 1 and counting'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-5458114084835982896</id><published>2007-09-27T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:57:42.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>its been a rough couple of days, since tuesday night ive got more agitated, im now at the point where i want to get in the car and drive away. it all started tuesday evening, i was finding myself to be more easily distracted, my sleep paterns were disturbed and also by one of the dogs. Wednesday morning i was having mild convulsions and wasnt very mentaly competant as well as unsteady on my feet when i got out of bed. I had a similar night last night but got out of bed earlier than expected today, its early afternoon now and im getting quite fretful and feeling the urge to escape. my work rate has fallen to almost non existant but it will keep plodding on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-5458114084835982896?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5458114084835982896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=5458114084835982896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5458114084835982896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5458114084835982896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4683659993280311296</id><published>2007-09-25T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:44:19.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>notes</title><content type='html'>After a small amount of thought, i have decided that posting or trying to post every day is just a waste of time, to just add an note saying that today has been just ok helps no one. My efforts would be better put in to my musings and when things get bad. i hope to still post several times a week as i do have many ups and downs. But its better to document all things well than many things badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4683659993280311296?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4683659993280311296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4683659993280311296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4683659993280311296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4683659993280311296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/notes.html' title='notes'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1267413046461436913</id><published>2007-09-22T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:45:29.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>millie pulled a pistol on santa</title><content type='html'>Today i have been working at home (yes im sad enough to work saturdays, but as i loose so much time during the week through concentration problems i spread my week over the 7 days now. Plus my wife utilises my funny periods as her personal web researcher). While i work i like to have music playing, one of the great things about PC based mp3 players is the great random function.&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the musings, while i was working a great aerosmith track came on, "janey's got a gun" this got me thinking (unfortunately for me i can think about many things at once, i like music as it allows one of my other trains of thought to be taken up with something easy), for those that dont know the track, its about a girl that is abused by her father and the revenge that she exacts on him. the song is much like "millie pulled a pistol on santa" by DeLa Soul.&lt;br /&gt;What these songs got me thinking about wasn't revenge on the man, i have had several friends that offered to do that in the past &amp;amp; have turned them all down as it just isn't me. the songs got me thinking about someone that i used to work with and how we used to talk about things.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get one thing clear, I DONT BELIEVE IN GOD, im not aethiest, agnostic or any of the others. After my rape i came to the decision that there cant be a god if he/she/it allows things like that to happen to innocents. For the nosey ones of you "yes i was a virgin, and remained one for quite a while after my experience".&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point of this blog, this gent that i worked with was a very intelligent man, a devout muslim (which i have to praise him for the strength of his belief). For those that dont know, muslims believe that god gives them their lot and they should be happy and praise him for that, much like all other religions. so when i told him about what had happened to me and his response was a simple "that is gods wish, be happy with that" it got me thinking about how small minded and brainwashed people can be.&lt;br /&gt;My point is that if this man's wife was killed at the hands of a drunk driver, would he be so flippant with his gods wish comments, or would he calmly accept that reasoning from another.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk religion or politics as we all can have quite strong views, all of which can be valid. But for any person to so blindly follow unsound doctrines cannot be good for anyone. Im sure someone from the religious right or left would quite happily imprison janey or millie for killing their abusive fathers and never bat an eyelid if someone said an eye for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont condone violence, i would be happy if the world turned to meat eating bhudists and were just nice to each other. but if your a janey or a millie consider your actions as not everyone that percieves themselves as good would see the correctness in your actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1267413046461436913?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1267413046461436913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1267413046461436913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1267413046461436913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1267413046461436913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/millie-pulled-pistol-on-santa.html' title='millie pulled a pistol on santa'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2304198708017997056</id><published>2007-09-21T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:59:42.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful life :)</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning and i have just had my session with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt;, and after a 2 week layoff the session got quite in a swing. It was very hard work but turned out quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fruit full&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt; knows that i am quite good at avoiding subjects and so after one or two false starts the session did get quite taxing and made me both very nervous, anxious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; got me emotional enough to bring a tear or two to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;My homework from the previous session was to enter situations that make me anxious and not try to escape or change the situation, the airport last week being quite a big one. Also this morning i changed my routine from when i parked the car to getting to my session with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt;, i added another task other than getting to the session. The normal task &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; involves me walking a certain route. I changed this route and even added the goal of finding the office of a particular company in a part of town that i had never been to. My goal of finding the company failed but situation was enough to raise my stress levels, and i also resisted going back and walking my route afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the session we talked about the day of the incident and discussed more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in depth&lt;/span&gt; about the situations of victim / instigator. unfortunately as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember too much about the whole time we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hypothesizing&lt;/span&gt; and talking about teenage hood and how a person responds to a situation, or how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; mannerisms affect what or how others respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;I, as i know many others find it very hard to say "i am the victim" you always carry with you the thoughts based on 'what if' 'did i' ' was it me' or many other variations. Today helped to bring many of mine to light, even though i know that i think them, saying them and exploring them more so are very difficult. My doubts and punishments seem to be based on the fact that even though i am obviously masculine i do allow my feminine side to show through and always have. could this have given the man the wrong signals. did idle chit chat bring out the fact that as a teenager i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a girlfriend, i had a crush on a girl but that is as far as it went. I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; as a teenager and have been told many times since that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see someone making advances to me even if they shouted it into my ears and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;So thinking about it did i have the wrong combination of signs as a teenager that attracted this person to do what they did. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; the fact that i was a victim but can help me figure out the "why me" part that is always there. This why me has been quite a big prompt for the actions that i have done since with my life and my body.&lt;br /&gt;As i have said before i am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in knowing what happened that day, but to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; settle and be able to move on i need to sort out the whys?????&lt;br /&gt;what if:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; gone to is house would things be different - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably, but by this happening it has opened so many other routes in my life that may have never been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if i had denied myself to myself and i was gay - &lt;/span&gt;sorry guys you just arent my thing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; women just have that thing that attracts me......maybe im a lesbian!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if i had killed myself after - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that wouldnt answer anything, i may have caused more hurt to others than i have ever been through myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if it was me that actually started it - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe that maybe my naivety could have opened me up as an easy target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i had said yes out of curiosity - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have never been gay curious. from a designers perspective "men just dont have the beauty of form that a woman has"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was i just in the wrong place at the wrong time - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i could well have been. but i think maybe over time i may have been groomed through regular visits to this persons home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if i had had a girlfriend - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont think that would have put him off, would have just made home more cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is being slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;effeminate&lt;/span&gt; a problem for a man or just a problem with society - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is for you to answer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did my inquisitive mind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;naivety&lt;/span&gt; get me into trouble without knowing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i been groomed - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i remember him being a gay male with no bisexual leanings, but why did he have hertero sexual porn magazines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i could go on and on (i think) but that is not the point, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to come to peace with the past and stop punishing myself about it. but what i need the most is to open up my future and learn to relax in the world that i am in now. a world that i know is as safe for me as it is for anyone else, one where i can both give an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; love and affection. It would be nice to be able to hold my wife or parents and not have the voice in the back of my mind saying 'pull away you are too close, you are unsafe'&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt; and i talked earlier, i developed a tool set for survival as a teenager. these tools helped in the short term. but over the last twenty years i have seen them ruin relationships and sections of my life, i have also seen them open new doors that never may have happened.  but in a simplistic sense they are now broken and useless for my life now and for the future that i want to have.&lt;br /&gt;my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;omework&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;---(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt; that ones for you) for this week is based around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tool set&lt;/span&gt;. the goal is to list my tools for survival and then to propose another set more suited to life now. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;amend&lt;/span&gt; this page as i write the lists.&lt;br /&gt;Current tools:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Runaway physically (my favorite - to the sea, or just move home)&lt;br /&gt;2. Block emotions.&lt;br /&gt;3. keep myself mentally active.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never be in one place too long (doesnt really happen anymore as i have responsibilities now...work ugh)&lt;br /&gt;5. Mental colapse (my brain is part of me, and it is its way of telling me enough is enough!!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Constant monitoring of my surrounding, at home or in public. Visually or Auraly.&lt;br /&gt;New Tools:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Relax&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. Alow the panic to set in, and then let it go away.&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in my belief that other people are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2304198708017997056?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2304198708017997056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=2304198708017997056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2304198708017997056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2304198708017997056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-wonderful-life.html' title='what a wonderful life :)'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-2169405245265072249</id><published>2007-09-19T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:47:35.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The depression sets in</title><content type='html'>I know alcohol is a depressant, and after weekend of drinking too much i have become more and more physically depressed over the last two days, my mental state has regressed too, i am finding everyday jobs harder to do. my concentration isn't affected to badly but i find that i am putting jobs off more and more as today has progressed.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i awoke with what i term as the shakes, after returning to sleep , i awoke  with mild hallucinations. These went quite fast but i still found that i was very unsteady on my feet and also mentally frail and not totally in control and able to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-2169405245265072249?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2169405245265072249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=2169405245265072249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2169405245265072249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/2169405245265072249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/depression-sets-in.html' title='The depression sets in'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8374917774347444139</id><published>2007-09-19T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:28:51.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Heaven, Panic from .........</title><content type='html'>What more could i want? A weekend at a wedding in Poland. I have to admit that i have been ok, maybe it have been that my nerves were calmed through copious amounts Polish vodka.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night i was very calm, normally i would be stressed about packing and getting things right. The first signs of trouble were in the airport on Friday morning. I have noticed that over the last few years that when i have flown on an outward bound flight i have become very nervous to the point where i either need to thrown up or pass out on the flight.&lt;br /&gt;This Friday morning was no different and to top it off we were delayed by 2+ hours. My nervousness was very apparent that my wife noticed, which is relatively unusual.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the rest of the 3 days i was in a state of heightened alertness and constantly watching, the nervousness wasn't a problem, but as i said earlier it may have been the alcohol. The alertness didn't get in the way as it looked as though i was just admiring the surroundings, which were a fairytale castle to start with.&lt;br /&gt;The return journey was noticeably calmer than the out going one, and the end to a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8374917774347444139?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8374917774347444139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8374917774347444139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8374917774347444139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8374917774347444139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-in-heaven-panic-from.html' title='Weekend In Heaven, Panic from .........'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-129759113019810778</id><published>2007-09-13T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:55:47.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about boring.......</title><content type='html'>Hi, as with the last post life has been quite steady. no problems or upsets (boring). I am finding now as Thursday progresses that i am getting a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; about going to Poland tomorrow. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; why as i love to travel, but i have found that over the last couple of years I have become more nervous when i fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-129759113019810778?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/129759113019810778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=129759113019810778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/129759113019810778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/129759113019810778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/talk-about-boring.html' title='talk about boring.......'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-4328117953870612173</id><published>2007-09-09T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:41:27.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Friday and the uneventful weekend</title><content type='html'>After waking at about 4am on Friday morning. i found my mind was racing. The chances of me getting back to sleep were very low. I found in this time that my thoughts were solving things and putting problems into solvable patterns. I managed to plan quite a complex letter and solved a problem with a set of drawings. Throughout the day i was quite agitated  and unsettled but towards the night I calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend just steady, on Saturday I went to a local mall and stayed calm.&lt;br /&gt;Today Sunday was your average day but as the day has gone on I have found myself getting more nervous and for the last few hours I haven't been able to stop rubbing my head.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking alot about what is show as my inability to allow people into my personal space, I know my wife is finding it hard as I rarely hold her. Iam trying, this morning I tried but the urge inside me to move away. This urge is with everyone but i am going to try to break this habit, not just for me but also for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-4328117953870612173?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4328117953870612173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=4328117953870612173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4328117953870612173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/4328117953870612173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-friday-and-uneventful-weekend.html' title='Funny Friday and the uneventful weekend'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3571462665877588846</id><published>2007-09-06T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:50:43.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>been a few days</title><content type='html'>Well im back, ive left it a few days  and now its time to talk again. The last 3 days have been a mix of most things, on Sunday i was quite depressed and ready to just walk away from everything, work and family things got a bit much. Later on monday i told my wife that she was the reason that i had a problem. It made me feel better, it is amazing what being honest to yourself and others can do. you do feel liberated.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday i was more or less back into my stride, the day just floated by except for a cold that has reared its ugly head. Even as a depressive, the one thing that gets me the most are colds. They just knock me for 6, I hate the fact that it is an artificial depressant that i have no control over, not being able to breathe and the lethargy that comes is dreadfull.&lt;br /&gt;Even with a cold there have been certain pieces in the news that do make you think that you are still lucky, Helen (the cancer lady) sorry i cant remeber her full name passed away at the weekend, she had  amessage for anyone that has an illness. And to me it was fight, fight, fight against any odds. It was more poinant to me as she was local to the part of the country that i was born in. I even used to indoor climb &amp; swim at the sports centre that she used when i was a child.&lt;br /&gt;The other high profile death was that of luciano pavaroti last night, as with any death it is sadening but with pavaroti's it stands to remind us that death still comes to us all no matter how rich we are. money may help prolong life through expensive treatments, but we all should still live part of our life for the now and make sure that the now is the happiest that we can be.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (wednesday) went totally according to someone elses plan of which i seemed to have no bearing on what so ever, not to say it was bad. work ended up down the pan and then i spent the afternoon with a client, a gent that suffers depression, paranoia &amp;amp; mild learning difficulties amongst his ilness's, but even with that he can still make you laugh and see good sides to things. 5 hours of thumbs up's and jokes really helps.&lt;br /&gt;I wish both myself and others could take many leaves from his book on life, and it would help us all out some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3571462665877588846?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3571462665877588846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3571462665877588846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3571462665877588846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3571462665877588846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-few-days.html' title='been a few days'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-3662343913677275229</id><published>2007-09-01T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:25:22.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>frying pan and fire</title><content type='html'>time to do a 2 day post.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - yesterday was therapy day, due to privacy i cant say to much, i can say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CMF&lt;/span&gt; and  i arrived at a point that we seem to have being striving for a while. Certain sessions are easy, some hard and some very hard. I would have described yesterday as a hard and its now time to start pushing myself to sort out some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neuroses. rest of the day was quite hard, i was nervous but armed and ready to take some steps.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Saturday - Today as been quite normal, on awaking i was a little shaky and nervous but this passed, we visited 2 busy shopping areas, the first one through familiarity wasnt much of a bad experience but i was always on guard to a moderate level. the second centre was busier and my stress levels were much higher but i coped.&lt;br /&gt;one piece of advice for anyone that would wish to do this, for me the writing of this is quite hard, i understand that i will become more open over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-3662343913677275229?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3662343913677275229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=3662343913677275229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3662343913677275229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/3662343913677275229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/09/frying-pan-and-fire.html' title='frying pan and fire'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-5963525500649494682</id><published>2007-08-31T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:26:22.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The night before</title><content type='html'>I should have wrote this last night, but i had no net access. Well tonight i have been quite apprehensive and nervous about tomorrows session. As usual i had resorted to comfort eating, not very good when im struggling at the moment with my diet. But i didnt pig-out which showed some strength.  I havent been able to concentrate on anything, the classic case of "i want to do something but my attention keeps dragging me to other things, and then on again to something else".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-5963525500649494682?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5963525500649494682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=5963525500649494682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5963525500649494682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/5963525500649494682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-before.html' title='The night before'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-911091373165220455</id><published>2007-08-30T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:06:32.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday August 30th 2007</title><content type='html'>Well, this morning i woke up with slight nervous chattering of my teeth, this proceeded to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt; nervous shakes. I had to use my old fashioned fix of going back to sleep. When i finally got up i was just a little apprehensive about the day to come but capable to get on with it. Ive spent all day in the office with just one trip out to do the post, i used my new technique of not looking at everyone but concentrating on odd people and giving then a visual once over does help. I know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a long term tool but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; for now i take my attentions away from all people and i can let my alertness drop.&lt;br /&gt;Its now late afternoon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; quite tired now. I have tried to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in today and not let my attention drift. It has worked as this morning I have achieved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; i planned, the afternoon was a little bit slower but the work also depends on other peoples inputs.&lt;br /&gt;This evening I will go out for a bike ride, it seems to be not just good exercise but it is also helping me relax and with cycling itself i have to rely on other road users to part control the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; now going to post what i will term as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. These are exercises set by my therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A/B/C - Regarding my after session fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - After Session fears and nervousness that lasts for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B -  Talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; / private things.&lt;br /&gt;        Think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; / private things.&lt;br /&gt;        Discuss fears&lt;br /&gt;        Discuss matters that i find hard to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Nervous, scared, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;, bad moods, intolerant, need to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. List nervous actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Head scratching / rubbing&lt;br /&gt;Eye brow pulling&lt;br /&gt;Fingernail picking&lt;br /&gt;Constant alertness (watching / listening etc....)&lt;br /&gt;Pile making (only on my things / or things that i have interacted with - non obsessive)&lt;br /&gt;Constant knowledge gathering&lt;br /&gt;Chin rubbing / pulling&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding writing homeworks&lt;br /&gt;Episodes&lt;br /&gt;lists to achieve things&lt;br /&gt;Object location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-911091373165220455?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/911091373165220455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=911091373165220455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/911091373165220455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/911091373165220455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-august-30th-2007.html' title='Thursday August 30th 2007'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-1379662762978175789</id><published>2007-08-29T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:19:35.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>day one</title><content type='html'>well, day one of watching myself and now its time to put down what i have thought and felt over the day so far. I have been promising myself and others that i would do this diary for many years now, so now its time to put it all in writing.&lt;br /&gt;today i haven't physically been particularly nervous, but i must say my nervous manifestations have been showing themselves. I have been doing lots of head and face rubbing. My finger nails have also been picked quite alot. I really dont know why i do it as it isn't particularly soothing. Now at the point of writing i am quite nervous, but i know that in time i will get used to this and things will pass.&lt;br /&gt;In the supermarket this evening i have been looking around quite alot, but trying not to take too much notice.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for today, not very eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-1379662762978175789?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1379662762978175789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=1379662762978175789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1379662762978175789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/1379662762978175789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-one.html' title='day one'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486705284815506455.post-8207555326805109165</id><published>2007-08-28T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:17:17.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of background</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm d,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 35 year old man at the time of writing.  I was born, grew up and spent the first 30yrs of my life in a small northern england city. My wife believes that i had a great childhood, which looking back on it for the most part i did.&lt;br /&gt;My story starts at the age of 15 i was raped / sexually assaulted by a male. This incident set me of on quite a voyage of both change and discovery. It may seem sometimes that i write about past events with a smile, this is because even though these events and ones afterward were damaging to me both physically and ultimately mentally, i see them all as learning experiences. Without them i would not be the person that i am today. I have no regrets for the things that i have done and the places that i have seen, both real world and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;As i said, a little background.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 15 i was raped, the incident its self i have little recollection from the start up until a couple of hours later (please don't ask me about it as my reply would be "i don't know"). Those couple of hours later i found myself on a bridge ready to jump off with a weighted backpack with the intention to kill myself. It was then that i decided that there has to be something better in life.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say at the time i receded into myself, failed at the end of my schooling. But it gave me a clean sheet to start to change myself into someone that wasn't the person from that day. &lt;br /&gt;The voyage began in 1988, it became my goal to not be that person again, as if i was then it could happen again, i also had to never be in any one place long enough to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky in those early days, i met a great college tutor that taught me the importance of both thinking for yourself and being yourself. Over the years SC's teachings have stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few years i proceeded on a course of my own self destruction, not through drink or drugs (i always saw them as a losers way out). If you hide behind a drug induced blanket what do you gain.....just another monkey for your back, in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I chose something equally destructive but something that would always keep my mind clear for its much needed survival uses. I chose to diet and exercise myself almost to death, over the course of several years i reduced my body lack of food and extreme exercise so i had a waistline smaller that of a 5yr olds. I was ultra fit but by my mid 20's my intestines and and other parts of my body were collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;In whose years i was also damaging my mental health, as a child i was inquisitive and loved knowledge. After the event i had to keep my mind constantly busy, if anything just to keep me from reliving that time. Over the years i developed a state of hyper alertness that helped my keep track of everything and everyone around me, this still goes on now but it is something that i am trying to work out, i also try to keep people at a distance as in my mind people closest are the ones that can do the most hurt. Over the years i have developed certain little idiosyncrasies that some i notice and some i dont, i think others notice them more, but maybe they dont.&lt;br /&gt;By my late 20's i had already suffered physical collapse, this brought on physical depression. It took me many months from my first steps to being able to walk the 3 miles from home to town and back, but i strived to get past it. I do have an issue when things try to beat me, i cant let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;In 1999 i suffered my most major set back, after 11 years of mentally constricting myself, my brain decided enough was enough as sent me into what can most simply be described as a non-epileptic epileptic fit, this fit lasted for the most part nearly 4 months. In the time that i wasn't in seizure i was in a stupefied state incapable of looking after myself. These seizures come back now if i make my brain work to much for too long. There are other things such as the depression, paranoia and fear that i will discuss throughout my time on here.&lt;br /&gt;As i said before it hasn't all been bad, over the years i have gained a Bachelor of Science degree with Honours, I'm a director In two business's. One working in the care industry, and the other in Structural design. I did start a Bachelor of Laws degree, but the business's had to take precedent. Who knows i may go back to it.&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago i moved from my home town to try lessen my fears by taking me away from things that would prompt my memories, as i few times i had seen the man and over time my fears had not lessened.  After a bit of a false start I'm now happily married, with  a wife that tries to understand what makes me tick/ or not as the case may be. I do get the urge to run away and start the changes but i resist. I see a psychologist who does work me hard mentally, I have a supportive GP who after some medication false starts allows me to cope without and just monitor me from afar.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is going to be as much a diary for me and my psychologist to work through, as a point for us to talk from, also something to help me do my homework's from as i have a habit of not doing them . I hope that for anyone that reads this with or without a story to tell, i hope that you can find some hope or help. For me talking is my greatest weapon for coping with life. So those times when its not right to talk i can put things down here and maybe i wont forget for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486705284815506455-8207555326805109165?l=workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8207555326805109165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1486705284815506455&amp;postID=8207555326805109165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8207555326805109165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486705284815506455/posts/default/8207555326805109165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingthroughthehardtimes.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-bit-of-background.html' title='a little bit of background'/><author><name>trying hard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956386985093897962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
