Thread:Lilboops/@comment-35243530-20181203075919/@comment-35243530-20181206233105

My mother struggled with undiagnosed depression for a rather large portion of her life. We all suffered for it. My Dad was the kindest man you’d ever meet - I grew up hearing the most wonderful things about him from everyone he came into contact with and I’m still hearing them now. People didn’t have the same reaction to Mum. They called him a saint. But everything my Dad did, he did with her in mind, right up to the end. He wanted to make sure she’d have everything she could possibly want when he was gone. They got a beautiful little apartment in a swank retirement home as a result. It really hurt to hear my Dad say that he could have just gone into a shared room in the local Vets hospital, but he wanted her to have this. He ran himself into the ground caring for her as she refused to allow a cleaning lady and refused to move from their four bedroom back-split. Yeah, I have some mother issues - she abused me for years - but I’m dealing with them and a recent adjustment in her meds has made her much more pleasant. Shy am I telling you this? Oh yeah! I believe that’s likely where the genetics kick in and I inherited my own problems. Of course, I’d have likely developed them anyway, given some of my life history. It’s not likely my son or granddaughter will escape either. Jeremy is getting it from both sides, as is my wee girl. Her mother promised me to get help at one point, but I’m still waiting. I understand that it’s hard to ask for help - I resisted it for years - but I’ve learned there’s no shame in it and it works out better for you when you do. I’m on Wellbutrin and Effexor. It took years to find something that didn’t knock me out and actually did something. I fired one doctor after he asked me if it was worth continuing to look for something that helped. I’ll bet that if it had been him seeking help he wouldn’t have been so willing to give up!

We’re on an acre and a half here. Fencing the entire property is just a Dream at the moment. We had an enclosure for my husbabd’s Dog, Moe, as we couldn’t risk him coming into contact with people. He loved my step-daughter and tolerated my husband. All others he hated equally and with a passion. Up until he was just over a year old, he worshipped me and would force Trigger (my Shepherd) out of the way to lie on my feet. But then it was like a switch flipped in his brain and overnight he went from friendly puppy to aggressive monster. He nearly took my arm off one day. That’s the day he got his own fenced in yard and became an outdoor doggie. Trigger we kept on a chain when outside, but he came in whenever we could convince him to. His line was a 50 footer, so he had lots of room to move. He loved it outside, trying to convince him to come in from the snow bank he was occupying could be a real ordeal! 😹😹😹. He was a big guy, so people took one look at him and were scared, but he was our gentle giant. He thought he was still a lap dog, right up to the end. I desperately want another Shepherd, but hubby isn’t a real Shepherd fan. That’s okay. He’ll come around! 😹😹

I’ve never understood why women attack each other, rather than support each other. It baffles me why there is so much victim-blaming among us, but I guess jealousy is a powerful motive. I’m hoping that the current movement is here to stay, but I see a few obstacles that still need to be overcome. Recently it’s apparently become okay to be a bigot and a misogynist again. If we’re going to continue in a forward motion, that needs to stop!