Originally Posted by Trandy
My wife has a serious problem. It effects her in a very negative manner. Not only her, but my two daughters and myself as well.
She was diagnosed agoraphobic (not sure of spelling), this is defined by Webster's as "the fear of wide open spaces". Her problem though is much more extensive than this. She is always depressed, she must be in control of whatever vehicle she's in, and she seems to me to be o/c. about certain things...for example, she has to have a big ol' coke in her hands as soon as her feet hit the floor. Not just one coke a day though, she buys two at a time, and puts one in the fridge. Most of the time, the one in the fridge is "old," and it remans in there, and she'll go get two more. Not onc a day, not twice a day, but sometimes five or six times a day. There is a stack of big styrofoam cups about three feet high that I have to take to the trash can, every day. She also used to have a stack of straws in her car, "in case they run out at the store." She no longer does the straw thing, because even my girls would laff about it, and after a few months of harmless teasing, she eventually saw the humor in it. All of this o/c stuff is relatively harmless, except for all of the styrofoam in the local landfill, and alittle damage to the pocketbook, but I wanted to point that out for proper diagnosis of her problem.
The travelling thing is the biggest issue. She is very smart!!! She was in advanced math classes throughout high school, and her intire Senior year, she was taking college courses. She was offered many scholarships, but could not accept any of them, as for her problem. I understand her depression!!! This whole travel thing is a big issue when summer roles around. The kids and I want to go places, and she cannot. This sends her into a deep depression, and she does not leave the house the entire time we are gone.
She cries the entire time, and when we call to check in, she makes it obvious (even to the kids) how upset she is. I don't even want to call to check in, but she insists!(she misse us, and I don't blame her)
As we live in rural Texas, the nearest mental help she could get is 96 miles away. The Doctor that diagnosed her was a mental therapist, whatever that means, and she hasn't seen him since she was 16. He moved away to better paying job, and that was the last time ther has been any kind of mental help in this li'l ol' town.
------any kind of advice would be greatly appreciated!!!