We have a child, a boy of 5 years old. We aren’t married, but we’ve been in a relationship on and off for 7 years. My partner has anger issues, and he used to smoke weed, but he gave up on the latter when our child was born. It was my primary demand for us to live together. I really wanted us to work out for the sake of our son. He is very attached to his dad. He doesn’t understand lots of things going on between us, and I try not to drag him into it. When I cry because of my partner, I’ll tell my son that I’m just tired or that I’m sick. But part of me is longing to tell him the truth. When we have a fight, it’s a rule to go outside the house so that Kevin (my son) doesn’t hear swear words. The worst of it all is that my partner was having these fits of anger less frequently when he was on weed. He keeps blaming me for the aggravation of his symptoms. When he’s on edge, which happens at least once a week, he rages around the house, he can hit things or walls. I don’t even ask anymore if it’s about his work or something else, the result is always that he spits his venom out on me, and I’d prefer not to be his verbal punch bag. He has never hit me, but he has grabbed me out of the house by the wrist a couple of times, and I had bruises afterwards. This almost made me leave him last time, but he apologized and begged me to stay, with all the usual words of affection. My son knows his father is loud, so I hope he doesn’t realize how often we yell at each other while smiling through the teeth. I don’t know if I want to be in this relationship, Kevin is the main reason why I’m still where I am.

Last night I packed my things and was almost outside the house (I told Kevin we were going to see grandmother, my mother, which is true). And he suddenly asked if his father will go with us and looked so upset when I said he wouldn’t. I hid my tears and unpacked. Tomorrow my partner comes home from a shift. I’m at a loss what to do...

Hello,

I’ve been lurking here for several weeks, reading other people’s stories. Normally I don’t post about my health online, and I haven’t noticed anyone with the same issues here. I’ve come across discussions about how the mental health issues manifested themselves as physical pain… My case is a bit different, but I suspect the mechanism is the same. I’m reading all I can find about Conversion disorders, so perhaps someone here can give me some tips on where to look further.

I found myself in the hospital two years ago, shortly after a series of unlucky events (severe pneumonia, big issues at my workplace, and the funeral of my father shortly after). I experienced a sudden paralysis in my legs. To tell the truth, it scared the wits out of me. I thought I’d be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life… I also had tremors in my hands, and my state generally signaled I was having some sort of seizure. I spent 8 days in the hospital, muliple tests and IVs. The doctors didn’t know what the matter was, I suspect their main aim was to bring me back to life and send me home. My state improved over the week. I was prescribed a pile of drugs and they let me go. My symptoms were milder (I was told I'd be able to function, which greatly helped with my overwhelming panic), but I needed the support of my husband to take the taxi and, well, to live.

It took till late autumn to feel somewhat normal again. My legs got much better, but at times they betray me. It's terrifying, especially when I'm trying to do simple things like walk to the kitchen or go up the stairs. I've had to rely on my family a lot more to help me get around, mostly because I fear it will happen again unexpectedly. The tremors in my hands are almost invisible to the outside eye now, though I can still feel them at times. It's like they have a mind of their own. It may make the task of writing or even holding a cup of tea feel like a challenge.

I've had to cut back on work because I just can't keep up with the demands of my job anymore. It's frustrating because I used to be so independent, and now I feel like I'm constantly relying on others for help. I’ve been visiting the doctors (I’ve had three different ones over the last year) every two weeks, then every month. Now I do it randomly whenever my symptoms seem to worsen. I’m still not healed. It was the third doctor who insisted I should start therapy, and he made the final diagnosis: conversion disorder. I suppose it’s very rare, if it took them so long to diagnose me? I’ve been reading about it and I’ve come across many similar stories, though I got the impression that it mostly happens after some serious trauma and is considered “the illness of the veterans”.

I haven’t yet started therapy. I know I should do it to help me cope with all of this, but it's hard to take that first step. For now, I'm just trying to take things one day at a time and am seeking for more information. I’ve read that CBT was not helpful for some people, even though it’s recommended by professionals. I’ve also read about hypnosis as one potential line of treatment, it’s considered untraditional medicine? Has anyone else dealt with a similar diagnosis or symptoms on a daily basis? I need to better understand what I'm up against here.

I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and, being 21, I don’t know how to live with it.

I’m neither delusional nor violent. My doctor says I’m at an early stage of it. It makes me sad and hopeless about my future prospects. I understand that in some rare situations people with my diagnosis can have really dangerous psychosis and become aggressive, but my doctor says I won’t likely ever be like that. I’ve developed a second personality, unknown to myself, and have apparently lived with it for more than half a year. None of my friends noticed! I don't feel like sharing my life's story, I’ll only mention that my uncle also had schizophrenia (he passed away, but for reasons completely unrelated to his illness). He was never married and lived alone all his life. It's depressing that, no matter what I do, I won’t be able to get close to people because they will run away the second they think I’m mentally unstable. I feel worthless and betrayed. I don’t believe in miracles anymore.

Idk why but my problems are not decreasing instead they're doubling day by day. My father is not supporting us financially and always used to say he spent all his money on us. I am paying rent and bearing most of the expenses and still become the suspect.

I don't want to live such life where I am unable to cope with my mental and physical health and still listening wrong about myself.

I am struggling really hard to earn and get settle but my father always do something that worsen the situation.

I can't even buy a two wheeler for me as that money can be used in the house or anywhere if emergency occurs.

I can't buy this because if I bought it, there's parking issue so i have to park it outside the home that may cause yhe robbery.

Another reason is petrol/electricity bill taht i will have to bear because neither my father nor my younger brother who is also working in family business can afford to pay such.

If i say anything to anyone or if I put any status on wsap insta, people talk shit about me my mom starts scolding at me that you shouldn't do this. Instead of becoming my support system, everyone is becoming the source of stress for me.

Idk what to do but I am done with this and I can't afford to bare anymore. I am literally tired of everything.