Here we can all be heard for a little while

Wellyboots6

Swog is a brilliant name!

MU it doesnt necessarily have to mean anything. I did similar a couple of weeks ago, despite being married and well and truly moved on now. Just meant that I had no need to look at things like that now.

After my rubbish afternoon I have cheered up a lot.
Called in to a friends birthday meal to say happy birthday and hello which was nice. Also met a new neighbour. He dropped a parcel round he had taken for me and told me how he had been doing his garden and had some logs if I wanted them as he had seen me chopping wood the other day. He said he would cut them and bag them for me and carry them round. Very nice of him.

Now hubby is cooking a curry which smells lovely. Got Little Sod sat on my lap and he is being kicked by escapee, he isnt impressed!

Flybaby

**hiding in basement under blanket pile, under the table** I will deal with all the spiders in the blanket fort as I am fine with them, in fact I will deal with any creepy crawlies with leggies as long as someone else deals with the flying ones, especially those evil dragonflies that are out to get me!


Have just admitted to needing help to hubby as feeling very very low and counsellor booked for next week. Hubby as supportive as can be and has offered to pay for whatever I feel I need since I am not working. I thought I would feel better, but now I feel worse.

Pyxis

(((((((((((flybaby)))))))))))

~~~~~~~~Flybaby~~~~~~~~~~~

Wellyboots6

You may feel short-term worse Flybaby, but hopefully you will start to feel better soon. If you hadn't said anything then you would feel rubbish for even longer.

calleyw

Flybaby,

We all have to hit rock bottom first to come back from it.

Mine was back in April time where I was so scared of the temp job I was doing that I was shaking under 15 tog duvet with my dressing gown on.

I have come along way since then and still have a way to to go. But it all takes time.

Have a squish

Yours

Calley

codemonkey

Pyxis wrote: »

Did it have delta-shaped wings, or sticky-out-to-the-sides wings?

I don't remember.

codemonkey

Flybaby - it may be scary now but in the long term it's the first step to getting strong again.

Wellyboots6

It looks like you are getting some good positive replies on your thread Trek Girl

mellymoo74

((((Flybaby ))))))

Waves_and_Smiles

Hello Trek Girl! Welcome, feel free to post anytime!

Picking up on what Pyxis said, did your fly whisper "Help me!" Katy?

I am glad you were brave enough to reach out for Flybaby. That is very brave and totally the right thing to do.

Not weird at all, MU! I did the same years ago, and thoroughly enjoyed removing every last bit of an ex!

Six A Levels wasn't impressive sadly, it was proof of my cowardice. I even got the confirmation of my offer into University and thought, nope I am going fail! Can't do it! It didn't help that I was only 17 because I took my A Levels a year early and I would have been one of the youngest, I just wasn't ready at that age and people still scared me. So I deferred it for a year and ran away to take another three and continued doing voluntary work with the National Autistic Society. All I remember about first passing is the sheer horror that I was accepted rather than joy. I wasn't much happier a year later when it was time to go again either.

I have a lot of sympathy for teenagers who are put through their exams early, I did some O Levels at 15 then my A Levels early and there is a huge pressure from teachers that you are going to achieve so much. It must be even worse if you have family pressure too. Everyone gets swept up in the excitement on your behalf and people forget that you are still practically a child. No one really asks how you feel about it, it is presumed you are going to go straight on to study a degree and everyone is giving you encouraging smiles and telling you how well you are going to do while, at least in my case, you are still taking cuddly toys to bed and wanting to be looked after. It was even worse when I was 15 and teachers suggested I should apply for Oxford or Cambridge. That resulted in me skipping classes for a week in a blind panic until I eventually told my teacher friend that I didn't want to.

I remember being terrified of letting everyone down and I didn't want to be a year younger than most other people. No one really asked me if I was ready for it, it was just presumed that it would be the next thing I did. I also remember seriously contemplating running away and becoming a long distance lorry driver at one point after which I sobbed again to my teacher friend that I just didn't want to go yet. He backed me up against my other more eager teachers and they backed off, although one did tell me that she was disappointed which was rather mean. Of course, once I got to University I loved it and wondered why I had ever panicked, but I could have done with less pressure initially and more acceptance of what I felt ready for.

Had a nap! Again. I shall see how long I can manage to stay awake now. Actually having a meal before I nod off again would be nice.