QUOTE(Belly @ Nov 9 2005, 03:11 AM)
I have been trying recently, been seeing a congnative behaviour therapist who is supposed to change the way I think of something.....
it was about a month ago, I was feeling so shit I thought to myself ive gotta get out of this house or im jsut gonna go insane, so I took my neice to school in the morning when I knew there would be hardly anyone around and I was perfectly safe, and it was hard as fuck for me to do, but I did it and I felt great for it after so I did it again for a few days, but then on one of the days I went I saw a group of lads around my ages and it scared me to fuck ands that set me right back so now im back at beggining again.
I did a search and found what I posted here before, its pretty long but read if you can be bothered, this is the reason why I became agraphobic......
QUOTE(Belly @ Aug 3 2005, 02:08 AM)
me and my brother dan got beat up january of last year...
we had been out and were on our way home..... for no reason whatsoever a group of 6 boys came up behind us. one tapped me on the shoulder I looked round and he smacked me in the face and my brother being alot older than me (24) stuck up for me and punched this boy in the head... and another one of them said "yeah what you gonna do about it theres six of us" and then one of them chucked a glass bottle.. it exploded on dans head so we both ran like fuck.... I got tripped up and because I knew if I got up I would just get nocked down again (there were 3 boys to each of us) I stayed there and huddled maself into a ball to avoid gettin proper fucked up. anyway they were all kicking and punching me and shouting get up you pussy and stuff.. I eventually got away and ran to the nearest shop and called home from there.
as for my bro (I found all this out after coz once we ran I didnt see him till the next morning) he had tripped up whilst running... while he was down he had another bottle smashed over the back of his head and when he went to get up was kneed in the face... anyway he eventually got up and ran again and they were still chasing him, but he managed to knock on someones door and then they left.
well by this time I we had called an ambulance and dan was taken to hospital ( I wasnt too hurt and stayed at home) dan was in for hours.. when he got home he had 9 stitches a huge black eye and cut elbow... I had cut up all my arms and legs and my side and had a swollen face.
Dan managed to get over it in a few weeks and got back to a normal life. But iver never been thwe same since it really fucked me up. I know I didnt get hurt that bad but the worst part was once I got seperated from dan I had no idea where he was or how he was... the last I had seen of him was a glass bottle exploding on his head.. and untill we got throguh to him on the phone I had convinced myself they had killed him, I think this is what really fucked me up. And every since then my life has been scrwewed... I stopped going out for a bit but now I dont go out at all.. ive hardly left my house in 1 and a half years.. and yeah I know you will probably all think im a total pussy but I thought id tell you all this story anyways.
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so yeah thats why im so fucked up, ive got some mental issues anyway I think, and I worry alot, so ecvery things jsut mounted up and made me how fucked up I am today
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That sucks man, I hate people who do that sorta thing, not realising every action has a consequence. Fucking cowards.
Ah well, I hope you get over it mate. I think you have
Demophobia and agrophobia. Try read some things like
this and see if it helps, a little far fetched - I know. But you need to confront your phobias, instead of locking yourself inside. It does you no good.
Anyway man, best of luck in the future. Just thought I'd give some advice, because I used to be similar (didn't get beat up though) so I didn't have anything to worry about, but try, and you can get over this. And if you can't first time, try and try again.