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That my (ummm..) active married couple that live on the 2nd floor are going to visit me some night...Via means of gravity. I'm too embarressed to request that they be a bit mindfull of their bouncy bed behavior. !
I've already tried the ear plugs...It's embarrassing when I have a dinner party and someone will mention the ceiling vibration followed by the guys grunts.
So I worry about three being a crowd. I'm a victim of ceiling noises!!
I used to have anxiety so bad it bordered on delusion at times. Like, once my stepson was driving up to visit me and his dad, about a 150 mile drive and he was just 18, so he was bringing a friend. I could NOT get it out of my head that they were going to murder us. Even though I had known SS since he was 5 and he is the nicest person you could want to know.
I KNEW it was crazy to think about it but I couldn't stop. Of course they didn't murder us (as I recall, his friend slept about 18 hours a day) and shortly after that I started taking meds for anxiety, which helped tremendously.
I used to have anxiety so bad it bordered on delusion at times. Like, once my stepson was driving up to visit me and his dad, about a 150 mile drive and he was just 18, so he was bringing a friend. I could NOT get it out of my head that they were going to murder us. Even though I had known SS since he was 5 and he is the nicest person you could want to know.
I KNEW it was crazy to think about it but I couldn't stop. Of course they didn't murder us (as I recall, his friend slept about 18 hours a day) and shortly after that I started taking meds for anxiety, which helped tremendously.
Those are called intrusive thoughts, and it's part of OCD, which is an anxiety disorder. Glad the meds helped.
I used to be certain after I hit a pothole or a bump in the road that I had just run over and killed someone. I would turn the car around and go back to see if anyone was lying in the road or at the side of the road that I had killed. Sometimes I would look in the newspaper the next day to see if anyone had been killed in a hit and run.
Later I found out that other people with crazy brains like mine do this same thing. That hasn't happened to me in years now, I'm happy to say. Still have problems with other things, like leaving the house and being SURE I left the coffeepot plugged in and the house will burn down and my cats will die. I try to resist, but sometimes I simply have to turn around and go home and check one more time. And then I miss a train. I found that saying aloud "I am unplugging the coffeepot" as I do it helps me remember that I actually did (when I remember to say that).
My mom pretended to be a robot once when I was about 5. Her acting skills were so good that I totally believed that she was, in fact, a robot. For a YEAR! She kept telling me that she was not a robot... and I'd say, "Yeah, but, that's what a robot would say." It stressed me out SO much. I was always looking at her out of the corner of my eye, trying to "catch" her doing robotic stuff.
I don't remember what finally convinced me that she was a human, after all. Maybe I saw her puking or something. (Wow, what a terrific After-School Special this experience would have made, huh?)
I was depressed for a while about a decade ago when I was seriously convinced that we'd be drafted for the Iraq war.
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