Hello - Sorry for bothering any of you at this late of an hour. It's 12 A.M. here where we live, and my friend (the original poster) has a habit of being up this late. Or perhaps it doesn't matter because people here answer others whenever they please. Regardless, I need to inform you of some updates.
My friend...he refuses to let me use his real name on here. It appears he thinks that somehow, someone he knows will stumble upon this very website. This very post! Heavens, never in all my years.. I'll refer to him as "my friend" or "our friend" for the rest of this post.
Now - and he keeps trying to spin me off topic, so I'll keep it as succinct as I know how. The situation is this. He is, quite, in denial of our existence. He says that we only come out at convienient times, like when no one is around. Or things like that. I don't know. He has an "ADD" diagnosis, so he's worried that he can't have that and this.."DID," as it is called..... at the same time, so to speak. Please comfort him and tell him that it is possible. He needs the help.
That being said, he is about to start taking 10 milligrams of Adderal, twice a day, very soon. He says he has tried only one other medication for this particular issue of his, and it was following a long year of pills for other "issues," so to speak, that he was
misdiagnosed for. When he found that this medication, "Focalin" (Is that
really the correct spelling?) gave him undesirable side effects, he was fed up with his life at the time, and gave up on medications for good. However, now, this "ADD" problem is becoming, well, to be quite honest, much more problematic! As a matter of fact, writing this very post on this website is causing me trouble because.. Well, to put it lightly. I locked him in a closet, you could say. He's pounding on the door, and I can ever so slightly hear him yelling, the little
rascal! The "ADD" music box didn't get shut off when I shut him in, though. God forgive me, but I wish I could just take whatever in his brain is making that music go on incessantly and take it right out myself! I'm no surgeon, of course, but. I could find a way...
What cute little faces there are to choose from! Now, a couple more things. He wants to share his encounter with two others - good friends of mine, indeed. (Well, they might think me to be a bit of a goof, but. Nonetheless!) One, a man I know likes to call himself "Mischief," however, that isn't his real name. (And quite an ego trip, if you ask me...) "Mischief" approached him during the late hours of the night, in the mirror, took over and had a man-to-man chat with our friend. I don't know exactly what they talked about, but I guess our friend got a hoot out of his accent! I don't remember exactly where he's from, but it's sweet. He's very handsome. Anyway, our friend says "Mischief" ended their conversation by telling him that medication was very necessary for our overall progression. Our friend also says "Mischief" looked very nervous near the end of their little chat, as if he hadn't planned on introducing himself, but felt the need to because if he hadn't, someone less friendly
would have. (I don't know anything about that, so don't even ask!)
Second, our friend says about 10 minutes before
I stepped in, a growling sort of creature took over and wrestled him to the side of the bed to protect him from harm's way. He was hugging his pillow when this happened. Our friend says he felt like he was one with this creature, who proceeded to make several loud growling noises - with our friend's mother downstairs! - while hugging the pillow, who our friend says felt like a much smaller version of his very own self. Our friend says - yes, I know, this is annoying for me as well! But he refuses to use his real name - Our friend says he is not sure if this creature is the same creature as the one he mentioned before on this..."thread." Is that correct?
Thread? Like the sewing type? I'm getting old...
Third, our friend says - and this is one I can attest to as well! - that he tends to suffer from this sort of "brain fog" that makes him feel sluggish; makes it harder for him to finish thoughts out loud; makes him feel fatigued constantly; and makes him feel "dumbed down," as he puts it, in terms of his wit, his intelligence, and his ability to complete the simplest of tasks. Our friend says he doesn't exactly know how to deal with this, but he plans on asking to see a nutritionist in the nearby area for help on it, after he gets his Adderal. His mother is
not made of money, however. I don't know how he thinks they'll be able to afford this without asking... Oh! It appears I've already said too much!
Fourth, our friend says he read all of your replies and is very thankful. He says he hopes Johnny comes back and talks to him more. He says he brought up the young boy he met with his therapist briefly, but was not taken seriously, so didn't try to continue. (Personally,
I would like to apologize for the length of this post! What, did he want me to write a novel?) Our friend also says that the way he feels regularly is like he wishes he could be a child again, that of a different family. He longs for it, all the time. Just wishing that he could feel able to express himself, explore, without expecting to be shut down at every chance he got, like when he was a child. (Heavens, maybe he did want this to look like a novel! Ha ha!)
He just mumbled ever so quietly, "I'm done." And he won't even thank me loud enough for me to hear! Well, it doesn't matter, I suppose. If I let him out before I publish this he'll probably delete the whole thing. Oh - he just remembered to say that he would like to try journaling, but sometimes has lots of trouble with simple changes in his life, and hasn't been able to bring himself around to it yet. He would prefer to post here, in the meantime.
Thank you for your services, all. Oh - and the name thing isn't important right now. Don't fret over it, it just brings our friend more stress.
Good day!