Heyo Guys!
Schools been very stressful this week. Adjusting back to a routine is hard and difficult, epically when you're getting back to exams and so one. However, returning to something (thats compulsory) is okay at time. Like I said, returning to a routine takes time, but its easy to improve it.
Recently, my productivity levels are much higher than before. Since I've started school again, Ive had to change from "auto pilot" to "manual". Nothing's automatic as I've had 6 weeks so Ive managed to change my habits.
The first thing i noticed was that I stopped biting my nails. Now, my anxiety certainly doesn't help when it comes to nail biting, but somehow, I've managed to grow them out. I know this isn't huge but it's something I've never been able to do before now. Furthermore, Ive become a lot neater. My favourite thing to do is to add things to my bedroom, like fairy lights, candles etc. (I actually strip clean my bedroom. 3 hours of cleaning was so worth it!).
When school started I thought I'd become incapable to work and wake up and all that jazz. But I did! Sure, I still hate school with a burning passion but hey, it's almost over right? I think I changed my lifestyle by starting to wake up at 6 (only on weekdays, like i hibernate on weekends), my school starts at 8:25, but I meet Fandom and some of her friends at 7:20 at her house and mop about outside for a bit. It's given me a little bit more time to get ready and it's defiantly let me appreciate sleep waaaaaaayyy more. In addition I've booked my week full of after school clubs. My enrichment timetable goes like this:
- Monday, first hour- art/ any other club I'd like to got to and second hour- drama (I've been doing drama since year 7)
-Tuesday, staff meeting day (normally I don't go, but if meetings are off I go to art)
-Wednesday, music (compulsory, as I have music lessons)
-Thursday, art (also compulsory as it's my option)
-Friday, Spanish (also compulsory, schools a b*tch)
Also, on the topic of school, Ive been way more organised and it is amazing!
Hear me out here. What the number one reason you organise and make a home work plan? you literally have an excuse if you don't completely finish a big piece of homework. Now, I'm not saying 'omg never do homwrk it sooooooo boring lol get bad grade!!!1!!1", like a teacher can't say you didn't put in the effort for a extremely big piece of homework when you've made a plan. Plus, it takes soon much anxiety off your shoulders. If you do the maths right, it becomes so easy to set times and honestly having your life organised is so nice.
Now, to talk about hobbies. I love doing all sorts of activities. I'm very creative when it comes to my interests. My love for instruments has blossomed. I did quit violin about 3/4 month ago, but that's because playing it was like a hour and I didn't find it fun anymore. I had a bad moment where i just hated playing piano because I didn't think I was good. But practice makes perfect! Ive taken 20 minutes out my day to play my favourite pieces and do finger exercises (that sounds dirty >.<). I also do around 30 minutes of ukulele (maybe? i just play most of the time). Leading from this, O really like going out and taking photos. I love photography and hopefully my mum will get me an online course to do. I think is you enjoy photography and writing etc, going to town is amazing! The 70p to get a return on the train is well worth snapping some amazing photos and relaxing in a coffee/book shop.
And finally, healthy eating. This ones a bit on the scales for me (see what I did there? no? Ill let myself out..) I know I'm pretty skinny and have a healthy BMI (i hope) but some places on my body I'm not the happiest about. I'm not saying you're not beautiful how you are, oh god no. It's just I feel more confident to say I ate a salad last night instead of burger. Plus, I can't run up the stairs without getting a stitch so exercise and good food makes me feel so much better about myself and its great for my well being anyway.
I hope this can be an inspiration to you and you'll become more productive as time goes on! But then again, don't change for anyone.
Take care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
Saturday, 5 September 2015
Back to School Banter
Heyo Guys!
As I've said in the past I started school on the 3rd and well the first day was a bit eventful. Since I've hung off the whole 'life blog' aspect, I thought I'll tell you about my first day.
So, to start off I woke up at 6am which was really weird for me since on a school day I normally wake up at 7. I didn't the whole standard getting ready. There was also a moment where I died because I thought I lost my tie and it was behind my blazer. Yep. Thats me.
Also, is it just me or are shoes actually tricks? Like seriously, my mum bought me some new school shoes and I tried the on and they fit perfectly. I'm talking, comfort, style and the perfect fit. And every time once it comes to actually wearing them on the school day BOOM! shoe is a shapeshifter. I ended the days with stuffed tissue in them because they were too big, blisters, cramped toes (because my toes are weird okay), scuff marks and to be honest I would've been better with 2 squares of carpet and some elastic bands around my feet.
Anyway, I met Fandom and we walked to school and then sat in said school for an hour before lessons started. Fandom's much more popular than I am and I'm just acquaintances with, so without 15 minutes I was on my own and met with about 2 of my friends that had arrived.
After an hour my year was sent down to assembly were I freaked out outside because the most horrible people sat beside me. The lass was saying the schools worst than prison to the lad next to me because she was sent there after beating some kid up (yep thats public school) while the lad on the other side of me got really angry because a teacher told us to line up properly. My head teacher kept going on and on about how we were lucky and how our head of year won't take crap and shell upset us and that if we dont feel extremely lucky we should leave and tell our parents that we want to move. By the way we've all tried that, didn't work. Then she went on about make up even though if you slapped her you have to wipe her orange face off your hand. Good times.
Also in assembly (in Chummy's that is) a lad got really angry at said headmistress swore-every name under the sun- and stormed out while punching a massive 3D display down. So that was funny. She told everyone they were a disgrace haha we know sweetie.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. But I want to say you know that reason I didn't blog for ages? Yeah the mountains of homework? It was all for nothing because my teacher didn't even ask for it. Im going to stab someone.
How was your first day? Did it go how you expected it to?
Take care.
Little Old Me, logging over my Little Old World. Xxx
As I've said in the past I started school on the 3rd and well the first day was a bit eventful. Since I've hung off the whole 'life blog' aspect, I thought I'll tell you about my first day.
So, to start off I woke up at 6am which was really weird for me since on a school day I normally wake up at 7. I didn't the whole standard getting ready. There was also a moment where I died because I thought I lost my tie and it was behind my blazer. Yep. Thats me.
Also, is it just me or are shoes actually tricks? Like seriously, my mum bought me some new school shoes and I tried the on and they fit perfectly. I'm talking, comfort, style and the perfect fit. And every time once it comes to actually wearing them on the school day BOOM! shoe is a shapeshifter. I ended the days with stuffed tissue in them because they were too big, blisters, cramped toes (because my toes are weird okay), scuff marks and to be honest I would've been better with 2 squares of carpet and some elastic bands around my feet.
Anyway, I met Fandom and we walked to school and then sat in said school for an hour before lessons started. Fandom's much more popular than I am and I'm just acquaintances with, so without 15 minutes I was on my own and met with about 2 of my friends that had arrived.
After an hour my year was sent down to assembly were I freaked out outside because the most horrible people sat beside me. The lass was saying the schools worst than prison to the lad next to me because she was sent there after beating some kid up (yep thats public school) while the lad on the other side of me got really angry because a teacher told us to line up properly. My head teacher kept going on and on about how we were lucky and how our head of year won't take crap and shell upset us and that if we dont feel extremely lucky we should leave and tell our parents that we want to move. By the way we've all tried that, didn't work. Then she went on about make up even though if you slapped her you have to wipe her orange face off your hand. Good times.
Also in assembly (in Chummy's that is) a lad got really angry at said headmistress swore-every name under the sun- and stormed out while punching a massive 3D display down. So that was funny. She told everyone they were a disgrace haha we know sweetie.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. But I want to say you know that reason I didn't blog for ages? Yeah the mountains of homework? It was all for nothing because my teacher didn't even ask for it. Im going to stab someone.
How was your first day? Did it go how you expected it to?
Take care.
Little Old Me, logging over my Little Old World. Xxx
Sunday, 30 August 2015
who I want to be
Heyo Guys!
sorry Ive been away for so long. Ive been busy with a lot if things, as well as like 5 booklets of homework to do, being on holiday, a funeral (yay:/) and an existential crisis. So, how was your summer?! :D
Anyway, to come back I wanted to do what my aesthetic was best at doing- being deep. Woah, not like that! Basically, I'd lost motivation to do a blog post in a while but after watching dodie clark and lucy moon do a cover of faces going places, the words hit me. I'm young enough not to go my own path. But it got me thinking how much I loved train stations.
You see, I love a sense of adventure. Not indiana jones style but more lets go into town at 10 at night with a camera and curiosity. My parents are pretty strict so doing that is pretty much off the list. But, I plan to.
I want to heavy layered hair which is the colour of chocolate. I want to wear my maroon beanie and some berry wine lip stain. I want to wear my black skinny jeans, leather jacket, a tight chocker and my worn out boots. I want my eye shadow to be a dark cool brown or grey and to have thick eyeliner. And granted I have most of these things but I don't want to be anyone. I want to be the girl at the train station with bokeh in her hair. Has a nice ring don't you think? I don't want people to know my story. But I'm fascinated by other people's. I'd have a camera wrapped round my neck and a notepad my side. And I'd sit there until theres no people to photograph or write a story based on them.
I'm thinking about making a tumblr account on it. Maybe, i don't know. My lifes boring, but maybe a person I photograph with blurred lights behind them dies tomorrow. And all of you people remember them. You don't even know their name, just a story and an assumption on them. It's poetic I think. Normally you're just a person in a coffee shop reading a book that belonged to your mother? Maybe. But no one takes notice. But maybe someone does. And that fascinates me.
So, what do you think? Yay or nay idea?
As always, take care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
sorry Ive been away for so long. Ive been busy with a lot if things, as well as like 5 booklets of homework to do, being on holiday, a funeral (yay:/) and an existential crisis. So, how was your summer?! :D
Anyway, to come back I wanted to do what my aesthetic was best at doing- being deep. Woah, not like that! Basically, I'd lost motivation to do a blog post in a while but after watching dodie clark and lucy moon do a cover of faces going places, the words hit me. I'm young enough not to go my own path. But it got me thinking how much I loved train stations.
You see, I love a sense of adventure. Not indiana jones style but more lets go into town at 10 at night with a camera and curiosity. My parents are pretty strict so doing that is pretty much off the list. But, I plan to.
I want to heavy layered hair which is the colour of chocolate. I want to wear my maroon beanie and some berry wine lip stain. I want to wear my black skinny jeans, leather jacket, a tight chocker and my worn out boots. I want my eye shadow to be a dark cool brown or grey and to have thick eyeliner. And granted I have most of these things but I don't want to be anyone. I want to be the girl at the train station with bokeh in her hair. Has a nice ring don't you think? I don't want people to know my story. But I'm fascinated by other people's. I'd have a camera wrapped round my neck and a notepad my side. And I'd sit there until theres no people to photograph or write a story based on them.
I'm thinking about making a tumblr account on it. Maybe, i don't know. My lifes boring, but maybe a person I photograph with blurred lights behind them dies tomorrow. And all of you people remember them. You don't even know their name, just a story and an assumption on them. It's poetic I think. Normally you're just a person in a coffee shop reading a book that belonged to your mother? Maybe. But no one takes notice. But maybe someone does. And that fascinates me.
So, what do you think? Yay or nay idea?
As always, take care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Monday, 3 August 2015
Birthday Haul
Heyo Guys!
So as some of you may know it was my birthday on the 30th of July. (I didn't post for a while because it was a big weekend) and I said I'd do a haul of all the stuff I got. So here it is!
1) Shoes, these aren't you're casual heels or whatever but they're joker converse! My little sister chose them. 
2) A ukelele! I got this early and had been wanting it for a while so my parents bought me it. It's a proper one, cost about £55, but that's how you get a good quality. 
3) Another present I got from my parents was a camera! As you know, I love photography, so I guess out with the crappy iphone camera. It's a sony cybershot. 
4) Linking with photos. My mums friend got me some photography stuff. The was a basic all you need to know book and a photo album which I'll be sure to fill up.
5) Life with a sprinkle of glitter. Chummy got me this as it's Louise Pentlands (Sprinkleofgiltter) book. 
6) staying with the YouTube theme. One of my really good friends (Let's call her 'Random') got me a YouTube annual. 
7) More books! This I got from my uncle (mums older brother) and his fiancé. They're; 'The Aisle of the Lost' and 'City of Bones' from the Decendants novels and the mortal instruments. 
8) this ones probably my favourite. (I have a problem) and it's my Dan and Phil shop t-shirt. This is from also my uncle (my mums younger brother) and my Aunty. 
9) this is something I bought with my birthday money. It's a graphics tablet. The model is a UGEE. It was quote cheap from amozon and if you want to get into digital art I highly recommend. 
10) Fandom (being the amazing best friend she is) got me a photo frame with my favourite picture of us. Which is the time we went to see big hero six which the dress theme being Phil Lester since it was his birthday the same day. We wore cat whiskers and was probably one of my favourite days ever.
So that's about it! I feel spoilt rotten but I've enjoyed this birthday so much for a change. I would like to thank anyone who requested this post too :p
Take care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Monday, 20 July 2015
The Phantom Which is Love
Heyo Guys!
Quick note; I've started writing this at 11:19 pm on a sunday listening to bonfire heart by james blunt and spent the last 2 hours listening to rusty clanton. So I'm a bit out of it, sorry.
Lately, the idea of something has been on my mind. The idea of love. I had a conversation with a friends who'd recently got over a girl he'd been liking-a lot. We got onto the topic of what love was to us, and this was my answer;
"I know what love is, I've painted this beautiful painting in my head of the love. I've seen the couples on the streets, the parents with their children and the two close friends sharing milkshakes in Starbuck. I've seen that. I think is the craving of disappearing with someone. It's when you get panicked thinking 'i have no one' but then exhaling deeply as you smile because you know you have that one person. The person who you're in love with. That's how I know I've never been in love."
Again, I sent this at 11pm, I swear I'd admit I've killed a person at this time.
Anyway, I've had this idea stuck in my head and I can't get rid of it. I live in a very sh*tty place, surrounded by sh*tty people and I'm young, perhaps I'm being a hormonal teen but I feel like this is different.
Like, I've not fallen in love with a person, that hasn't happened yet. But, I've fallen in love with the idea of love. And that's what's worrying me. There's this song a youtube wrote about falling in love with an imaginary person. (Click here for v pretty song) There's a part which says
"And if I do find love
How could it ever be the same."
Quick note; I've started writing this at 11:19 pm on a sunday listening to bonfire heart by james blunt and spent the last 2 hours listening to rusty clanton. So I'm a bit out of it, sorry.
Lately, the idea of something has been on my mind. The idea of love. I had a conversation with a friends who'd recently got over a girl he'd been liking-a lot. We got onto the topic of what love was to us, and this was my answer;
"I know what love is, I've painted this beautiful painting in my head of the love. I've seen the couples on the streets, the parents with their children and the two close friends sharing milkshakes in Starbuck. I've seen that. I think is the craving of disappearing with someone. It's when you get panicked thinking 'i have no one' but then exhaling deeply as you smile because you know you have that one person. The person who you're in love with. That's how I know I've never been in love."
Again, I sent this at 11pm, I swear I'd admit I've killed a person at this time.
Anyway, I've had this idea stuck in my head and I can't get rid of it. I live in a very sh*tty place, surrounded by sh*tty people and I'm young, perhaps I'm being a hormonal teen but I feel like this is different.
Like, I've not fallen in love with a person, that hasn't happened yet. But, I've fallen in love with the idea of love. And that's what's worrying me. There's this song a youtube wrote about falling in love with an imaginary person. (Click here for v pretty song) There's a part which says
"And if I do find love
How could it ever be the same."
Because she's created this perfect person in her head, this perfect love. So how can anything be exactly the same as her perfect painting? This is my problem.
I've put the situations of the perfect proposal, the best friend to partner situation, the fall in love slowly but then it hits you in face, the wedding, the depressing episodes and the support. And it's so beautiful. I've planned my life with a person I know I'll never live up too.
I want to fall in love. I'm positive of that. I want to actually fall in love, not run after 'illusions'. But that takes time and I have to wait. But I can't. But I can. Do you see my problem here?
Like I want to wake up next to someone I love, and for them to draw tiny circles in the palms of my sleepy arms with there finger, and for someone to hug me from behind, for a relationship which is awkward, trash, weird and adorable all at the same time. Do you get me? I'm a hopeless romantic, I know. Idk anymore, I really don't. I'm young and I don't want to rush things. But I'm so impatient, it's unbelievable.
I kind of am in love, but with something that's personal to me. I'm just confused and weird.
This has been personal again, and I don't tell people these sort of things but I trust you guys. I just need to vent idk.
Have you ever been in love? What's your perfect idea of it? If you have fallen in love, what's it like? I'd love to hear your answers.
Take care,
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Like I want to wake up next to someone I love, and for them to draw tiny circles in the palms of my sleepy arms with there finger, and for someone to hug me from behind, for a relationship which is awkward, trash, weird and adorable all at the same time. Do you get me? I'm a hopeless romantic, I know. Idk anymore, I really don't. I'm young and I don't want to rush things. But I'm so impatient, it's unbelievable.
I kind of am in love, but with something that's personal to me. I'm just confused and weird.
This has been personal again, and I don't tell people these sort of things but I trust you guys. I just need to vent idk.
Have you ever been in love? What's your perfect idea of it? If you have fallen in love, what's it like? I'd love to hear your answers.
Take care,
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Being Queer
Heyo Guys!
A while ago, I made a blog post about sexualities. Since then, I've learnt a lot about myself. I'm still quite confused about interests but if I'd put to into words I'd say I have 2 or 3 sexualities. And I know what you're thinking "OMG WAT? HOW CAN U HAV 3 ??1?". But let me explain.
I have feeling for girls, that's the truth. I see myself as quite a strong bi-romantic.
A while ago, I made a blog post about sexualities. Since then, I've learnt a lot about myself. I'm still quite confused about interests but if I'd put to into words I'd say I have 2 or 3 sexualities. And I know what you're thinking "OMG WAT? HOW CAN U HAV 3 ??1?". But let me explain.
I have feeling for girls, that's the truth. I see myself as quite a strong bi-romantic.
Someone who enjoys behavior typically associated with dating and love, like cuddling, hugging, gift-giving, love notes, but probably not kissing, etc. and enjoys it with both genders, without necessarily desiring subsequent sexual experience. Biromantic people can be straight, bisexual, homosexual, or asexual.
'Jane went out with a girl and bought her this beautiful bracelet. Then they cuddled and watched a movie at her apartment. They don't make out or anything like that. They only desire physical relations with men. They must be biromantic and heterosexual instead of bisexual.'
According to Urban Dictionary. I see myself quite strongly because I could see myself spending my future with another female possible. However, when I've looked at myself in the future I've seen myself with a husband and with children. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to fall in love with a girl, or a boy for that matter. But I'm most likely gonna end up with a lad because I swing like that. I'd kiss a girl, and I mean like make out (not like sexually or hardcore but standard I'd be fine with. Is this weird? It seems weird.)
Like I said before, I'm demi too.
Demisexuals are characterized by a lack of sexual attraction toward any person unless they become deeply emotionally or romantically connected with a specific person or persons. The level of connection it takes for sexual desire to form is dependent on how close the relationship is rather than initial attraction. It is an orientation that is not chosen.
Demisexuality does not refer to the active restraint or repression of sexual desires or actions.
Demi- is a prefix meaning half. This is used to mean halfway between sexual and asexual. The term originated in the asexual community, specifically within the Asexual Visibility and Education Network (AVEN).
Demisexuality does not refer to the active restraint or repression of sexual desires or actions.
Demi- is a prefix meaning half. This is used to mean halfway between sexual and asexual. The term originated in the asexual community, specifically within the Asexual Visibility and Education Network (AVEN).
Sexual partner: Hey, I think you are sexy. *aroused*
Demisexual partner: I'd have to reach a higher level of emotional intimacy before I could feel the same way. =\
Sexual partner: Oh, I see. Well, we can do something enjoyable together. =/
Demisexual partner: =D We can bake a cake for now!
Sexual partner: Sure! That's always fun, although we seem to be doing that a lot. =D
Demisexual partner: *squeee! bonding time!*
Demisexual partner: I'd have to reach a higher level of emotional intimacy before I could feel the same way. =\
Sexual partner: Oh, I see. Well, we can do something enjoyable together. =/
Demisexual partner: =D We can bake a cake for now!
Sexual partner: Sure! That's always fun, although we seem to be doing that a lot. =D
Demisexual partner: *squeee! bonding time!*
Wow, thanks urban dictionary :D!!!1! I've explained this before so I won't get into too much detail. Key point is that I'm like this with males. This is the bit you have to understand. I would only ever have sex with a male, or do any thing sexually arousing. I don't mean this is an offensive way it's just that I don't find that part about girls arousing to me, like at all.
Now, number 3s a bit weird. In the definition it says a bi-romantic can be hetrosexual too. But again, I'm quite strongly with this as their is a possibility (although it's relatively small) that I'll spend the rest of my life with a girl. So, i don't necessarily stick to this label 100% of the time. However, with it being hetrosexual, and I can only ever experience sexual attraction to a boy, i guess that's technically what i am.
I don't like labels, I never have. And tbh I hate labelling myself but personally, I feel like I need to find a label. It's weird. I can't help but search for a label, but that's just me. And for me, this not completely correct label I have atm will do me for now. You never have to label yourself. I love this quote, which kind of describes me;
It's hard sometimes. To be queer. Everyone expects you to get on a male and ride him into the sunset once you come of age. Because we live in a metro-normalised society I've been told I need to be cured of my asexuality and that I need to be diagnosed with my sexualities. People jump to conclusion when I try to explain or push me into a corner of "you're just confused". I's degrading. It honestly is. I haven't come out yet, to school peeps or family, because I'm scared. To be closeted you don'r just have to be trans, gay or bi. You van just simply not be straight. I get so fed up because I try hinting to my family and explaining the sexualities before I come out and say I fit them. And they just say it's weird and doesn't exist. So I don't exist, right? I just want it off my chest but I don't know really. I'm queer af but trying to explain that to someone is hard af.
In conclusion, this is how I would react to a situation.
1
Friend: Oh look at that incredibly sexy boy! Wouldn't you bang him?
Me: Oh yes, but once I am at a suitable age and have developed a strong romantic relationship with him first and the I'd consider it :D He'd be a really romantic person!
2
Friend: Hey! Look at that really pretty girl!
Me: Oh yes! She looks like the type of person I would like to get to know and take her home.... So we can play mario cart and cuddle on my couch! I'd love to connect with her and have a strong romantic bond! :D
This post was a bit more personal, I hope I didn't bother any of you too much.
Take Care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
Thursday, 9 July 2015
Doctors and Depression
Heyo guys!
As promised I'm going to do a blog post about my experience at the doctors.
So, this happened on Friday and my appointment was at 10:20 am so I had to be taken out of school. We got to my local doctors and I had both parents come with me. My mum stayed in the car and my dad came in for moral support. After half an hour of waiting we got called in and me and my dad figured out a plan before hand. Which leads me on to tip number 1.
1) Create a plan and assess the situation.
My plan was to walk in, sit down and have my dad introduce me while I calm down from the panic attack I will have. So, we did that and my dad told the doctor my problems about my anxiety, depression and thoughts. After a gave my disorders a background thats when the doctor asked me key question.
2) Have a think about answers, don't blurt them out in panic.
It's extremely important to get your point across, so if you are asked an unexpected question have a think for a second and say what you need to say. My doctor asked me if I knew what actually started my anxiety off, if there was any life changing events thats could've caused it. Then, leading on from this we got to depression, he asked me when i started feeling like this.
3) The topics will change, most likely indicating the doctor has enough information for that subject.
After, we talked about school, if i was bullied and if the kids are horrible. Now, this is where I went wrong. My dad was in the room so i hesitated and said no, i only get 'the odd comment' which was a load of bs.
4) DONT LIE. whatever you do, tell the truth. They're there to help.
Please, don't do the same thing. If you need to, get the person you came with to leave the room.
Afterwards, he told me I couldn't have my own therapist or have licensed medication since I'm under 18.
5) Don't freak out at the response. If you don't like it what so ever, tell them.
However, he was allowed to redirect me to a place called CAMHS, which is for mentally ill young adults, but the forms that need to be taken in take a couple weeks. So, he told me to go to a place called TalkShop which is a drop off talking one on one on monday afternoons. He told me I'd be re-directed from there and if nothing changes or they recommend it, I'll go back to the doctors and we'll sign a form to send me off to CAMHS. It's like a mental hospital but like school edition. Chummy went.
6) Stay strong, I believe in you. There's always a chance.
If your appointment isn't successful, try a different doctor. There's always hope. Hopefully, this was of use to some of you, if you have any other questions I'll be happy to answer them.
Stay Strong.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
As promised I'm going to do a blog post about my experience at the doctors.
So, this happened on Friday and my appointment was at 10:20 am so I had to be taken out of school. We got to my local doctors and I had both parents come with me. My mum stayed in the car and my dad came in for moral support. After half an hour of waiting we got called in and me and my dad figured out a plan before hand. Which leads me on to tip number 1.
1) Create a plan and assess the situation.
My plan was to walk in, sit down and have my dad introduce me while I calm down from the panic attack I will have. So, we did that and my dad told the doctor my problems about my anxiety, depression and thoughts. After a gave my disorders a background thats when the doctor asked me key question.
2) Have a think about answers, don't blurt them out in panic.
It's extremely important to get your point across, so if you are asked an unexpected question have a think for a second and say what you need to say. My doctor asked me if I knew what actually started my anxiety off, if there was any life changing events thats could've caused it. Then, leading on from this we got to depression, he asked me when i started feeling like this.
3) The topics will change, most likely indicating the doctor has enough information for that subject.
After, we talked about school, if i was bullied and if the kids are horrible. Now, this is where I went wrong. My dad was in the room so i hesitated and said no, i only get 'the odd comment' which was a load of bs.
4) DONT LIE. whatever you do, tell the truth. They're there to help.
Please, don't do the same thing. If you need to, get the person you came with to leave the room.
Afterwards, he told me I couldn't have my own therapist or have licensed medication since I'm under 18.
5) Don't freak out at the response. If you don't like it what so ever, tell them.
However, he was allowed to redirect me to a place called CAMHS, which is for mentally ill young adults, but the forms that need to be taken in take a couple weeks. So, he told me to go to a place called TalkShop which is a drop off talking one on one on monday afternoons. He told me I'd be re-directed from there and if nothing changes or they recommend it, I'll go back to the doctors and we'll sign a form to send me off to CAMHS. It's like a mental hospital but like school edition. Chummy went.
6) Stay strong, I believe in you. There's always a chance.
If your appointment isn't successful, try a different doctor. There's always hope. Hopefully, this was of use to some of you, if you have any other questions I'll be happy to answer them.
Stay Strong.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
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