I know someone else has to share my "what if I open my car door and fall out" thoughts.
I don't, but my H locks the doors anytime we go on a drive longer than say 30 minutes. Or will be at speeds greater than 55. I think he thinks the door will just randomly open at any time. I've told him that's not the way car door locks work, but in his mind it makes sense I guess.
Post by breezy8407 on Aug 27, 2014 11:46:12 GMT -5
I'm doing the opposite of healthy for lunch. Instead of running 4 miles over lunch and getting a healthy salad after, I asked H if he wanted to go to lunch.* So instead of netting 0 calories, I will probably gross 500.
And that is how MY brain works.
*he's had a rough couple days because of some news at work so it feels like the right thing to do
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
Ok, this one makes me laugh.
But then, I am terrified of escalators. To the point of just not going to the next level in the mall.
99% of the time I feel fine/normal then sometimes I just get these random thoughts out of nowhere. Like I'll be changing william on the changing table and then I think "if he fell off now and hit his head and died, then what would I do? I'd have to kill myself too." then sometimes like just a while ago I was thinking about whether it would be "better" if I died or if H died. "probably me" i thought, because I feel like H would deal better with the whole situation than I would. Then I got panicky thinking oh no, H is probably going to die and I can't deal with the kids on my own.
this does not seem normal to me, to have these thoughts. But then 99% of the time I feel completely normal. Just going about my day as normal and a crazy thought pops into my head. I can't think back if I felt like this after Matilda was born? I feel like... I don't need to go to the doctor, most of the time I'm totally fine
seeing honeybees post made me think of this. also, foolishly I think I "don't have time" to go to the doctor anyway and also I feel like I don't know how I would explain myself, I'd feel like a weirdo. Like mostly I'm fine then sometimes I just get crazy thoughts! Then two minutes later I'm fine again. And I don't want to take antidepressants yet I worry they will tell me to. I just have this fear that if I start taking antidepressants I will have to take them forever. I know none of this is rational.
I don't even feel depressed really is the thing. I feel fine/generally happy most of the time. But why the crazy thoughts? aaah
I have thoughts like that daily. Even before kids. Obviously they weren't kid related before kids, mainly just going through random thought processes of if DH or my parents died etc. Some thoughts aren't death related. Just other types of really negative situations, reactions, and outcomes. I think it's normal on a certain level, but I think it only becomes a problem if it is hindering you in some way. Like you refuse to change him on the change table because he could possible fall. Etc.
Eta. I clearly posted before reading everything. Oops.
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
Ok, this one makes me laugh.
But then, I am terrified of escalators. To the point of just not going to the next level in the mall.
what do you worry wil happen? pants get stuck then sucks your whole body in? hehe
When I'm in a faculty meeting I often think about standing up, screaming at the top of my lungs and punching people in the face.
Pretty intense of me since I'm usually sitting in the back playing on my phone.
yes sometimes I just think about doing crazy things in random situations. Like you said, I'm in a meeting and I just start screaming or something.
I realize this thread is making me seem crazy. I have never done anything crazy at all actually, I'm pretty boring
I'm so glad you brought this up; now I know it's not just me! I get thoughts like this sometimes, too, and I wonder what's wrong with me that I would even imagine it. I did battle severe suicidal depression in high school, and I've always attributed it to that--I got so used to imagining my own death when I was a teenager that it just became a habit.
And sometimes, like you, it's just random crazy stuff, like "What would happen if I did this?" Last night I even had a dream that involved me stealing someone's credit card and then trying to get rid of it after wiping my fingerprints off. And then I had to explain what possessed me to do something like that. I think it stems from being socially awkward growing up and always being afraid of doing the wrong thing.
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
Ok, this one makes me laugh.
But then, I am terrified of escalators. To the point of just not going to the next level in the mall.
Every time I get on an escalator, I have to let 2 or 3 steps go ahead of me before I step on. I have to gear myself up for it.
I hated elevators until Abby was born (and I had to take them every day to get to the NICU). Now I tolerate them, but I once climbed 7 flights of stairs to avoid taking an elevator.
But then, I am terrified of escalators. To the point of just not going to the next level in the mall.
what do you worry wil happen? pants get stuck then sucks your whole body in? hehe
Well, NOW that is what I will fear!
I am always afraid I will miss the step and tumble down them. Or that I will forget to step off and get sucked into the escalator. Or maybe my finger will get stuck and my legs will keep going down and my arm will rip off......
Post by honeybee503 on Aug 27, 2014 11:56:13 GMT -5
Now I am really questioning if I should be going to this appointment. Maybe I am fine and it will eventually go away. Why are emotions so confusing??? Gah.
When I'm in a faculty meeting I often think about standing up, screaming at the top of my lungs and punching people in the face.
Pretty intense of me since I'm usually sitting in the back playing on my phone.
I'm snort-coughing!
We do old school Yay, Nay voting here. I want to shout "Nay" so badly!
What's even funnier is that our meetings are almost never controversial. Our prin is a micro-manager who never likes to talk about the bad stuff so she always just dances around the issues. It's then when I think about freaking the eff out.
I'm happy I'm not the only one who has these thoughts. Makes me feel less crazy
what do you worry wil happen? pants get stuck then sucks your whole body in? hehe
Well, NOW that is what I will fear!
I am always afraid I will miss the step and tumble down them. Or that I will forget to step off and get sucked into the escalator. Or maybe my finger will get stuck and my legs will keep going down and my arm will rip off......
Now I am really questioning if I should be going to this appointment. Maybe I am fine and it will eventually go away. Why are emotions so confusing??? Gah.
Go. Even if they tell you everything is fine, you'll be glad you went. I hope it goes well!
Now I am really questioning if I should be going to this appointment. Maybe I am fine and it will eventually go away. Why are emotions so confusing??? Gah.
it IS confusing! one minute I'm like "this isn't normal, something wrong with me" the next minute I'm laughing at myself.
DAMN YOU BRAIN!
It can't hurt to go now that you've made the appointment, I mean they may just tell you the things you feel ARE normal. It will ease your mind at least.
laurack I have those kinds of thoughts too and I am on anti-depressants. The thoughts don't interfere with my everyday life, they just pop up sometimes and they are pretty morbid. I think they are more normal than you think. The anti-depressants help with my depression and anxiety but the thoughts (at least for me) aren't really helped my anti-depressants.
yes I wonder if medication would even help anyway since I'm not depressed. And while I certainly have anxiety/worry a lot about scenarios that haven't happened or are not likely to happen it's not really taking over my life or anything.
I mean, I worry about a car accident but I still get in my car every day and I'm not white knuckling it driving or anything.
I know someone else has to share my "what if I open my car door and fall out" thoughts.
My family hosted a Fresh Air kid every summer while I was growing up and he opened the car door while my mom was driving us home from my Grama's. I remember looking out and being like, wow the ground is right there! We were all buckled in and my mom pulled over right away, but you better believe that I already check to make sure the child safety locks are enabled on the rear doors.
I know someone else has to share my "what if I open my car door and fall out" thoughts.
Similar, but everytime I drive on the interstate I always get the thought of losing control and rolling my car. And now our state raised the speed up to 80mph, so naturally I go 84mph which makes this thought even worse! I'm so glad I don't commute anymore.
I know someone else has to share my "what if I open my car door and fall out" thoughts.
I always make sure the doors are locked just in case.
Me too!!! My mom knew a girl that stopped at a red light (here in town), a guy jumped in the passenger seat and forced her to drive to the middle of nowhere and raped her Dh makes fun of me but I always double check that the doors are locked if I see anyone walking near my car
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
I have that bad too! DH installed our disposal, but he's not an electrician, so our disposal plugs in, but it's always half way in the outlet (not on) for "easy access". And I always fear it will just randomly start if I stick my hand down there. SO I will wait and let H take care of any unwanted things down there.
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
I have that bad too! DH installed our disposal, but he's not an electrician, so our disposal plugs in, but it's always half way in the outlet (not on) for "easy access". And I always fear it will just randomly start if I stick my hand down there. SO I will wait and let H take care of any unwanted things down there.
yeah ours was broken for a while and H fixed it somehow and there was a lot of him shouting at me from the basement to "see if it works now" that was stressful for me even though it's not like I was testing if it worked by putting my hand anywhere near it
I don't like putting my hand in, rationally I know it's off, I mean it makes noise when it's on! But I still get paranoid.
and now with Matilda I think OMG what if she went and snuck in behind me and flipped the switch aaaah
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When we were all about to leave this morning (S does drop off) mila grabbed my hand and held it against her and said "mama wanna go with you today?" God it was heartbreaking. I tried to explain that I did want to but had to go to work. She kept trying to convince me to get in Scott's car to come with them to the sitters house
When we were all about to leave this morning (S does drop off) mila grabbed my hand and held it against her and said "mama wanna go with you today?" God it was heartbreaking. I tried to explain that I did want to but had to go to work. She kept trying to convince me to get in Scott's car to come with them to the sitters house
ugh i hate this. Breaks my heart. Even last night I left for 30 minutes to go on a run and I almost didn't go because she started crying so much and saying she wanted to go to. "don't leave me!"
just know that she is there now and happy, not sad.
I also have a lot of paranoia related to the garbage disposal and blenders/food processors. Random I know. But I just sometimes think about how horrific it would be if I got my hand in there.
at least the switch is under the sink so it would be hard logistically, but my BIL has his switch right next to the sink. This I cannot handle AT ALL and refuse to use it. It seems like a terrible design idea
I think that is a totally legitimate fear. My parents always used to make me stick my hand down into the sink to clean out the garbage disposal because I had the only hand small enough to fit down there. Then my older brother tricked me into watching a horror movie where someone had their hand stuck in one while it was running. I cannot bring myself to stick my hand into a garbage disposal to this day.