Tee hee at the reply.

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*edit - I feel I want to add that i posted that with my pants on my head*

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I'm quite intrigued as a matter of interest how the issue was communicated to you. Do you have a memory of the incident that feels like your memory, or were you too young and are the memories you have based on an accounts of the incident communicated to you?

Clearly a significant incident in your development. I'm very interested in how directly you link it with the aetiology of your psychological issues. What part of the incident do you believe caused your depression and sociability issues?

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whatology?

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Bollocks. I know somebody who's mum dropped him once. Well, maybe twice and he turned out to be ok. Great with kids and loves a laugh. Looksa bit fucked though. Might have a picture of him somewhere....











































In seriousness though, how can you be sure your mum dropping you made you depressed?

My mum put a nappy on my head when I was a baby. I nearly suffocated and died. There was no physical damage to my brain caused by this. As I was a baby I had no real memory as such, so was basically uneffected by the incident.

When I was about 8 my mum suffered an episode of severe depression - during this she communicated to me her guilt about the incident I mentioned previously. Part of this whole process started something happening with the way I constructed my reality, something that in combination with other external factors lead to me developing complex maladjusted behaviours. This in turn lead to isolation and eventually depression.

Did the initial incident cause my depression? Did I believe it did? What is more pertinent?

And the answer to your question, in my opinion, is belief. As belief is the only source of surety - everything else is just a best guess at making sense of a world that aint made to be made sense of.

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I can't read past your mum putting a nappy on your head to read anything else at the moment. I can only think of two logical explanations that are

1. You had a face like an arse and she got confused.
2. You were talking lots of shit and she got confused which side tp put the nappy on.

I'm sure I'm wrong on both accounts but these are the only two comical explanations I can come up with

I've got a dent in my head. I reckon my mum dropped me as a kid. She denies it but there is definite indentation on the left hand side of my head.

ALthough right now thinking about it, I have only ever accused my mum of dropping me. I never accused my dad He is getting the fucker later!

Shit Joe! that must have been fucking awful.

Hope they're both doing ok now? And you too.

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Hells bells OD mate, you must have been worried sick!! So glad it all turned out OK for them both. I would have lost my shit and freaked I think. Even imagining what you wrote is making me cringe. I love the NHS, it gets so much shit but is always there when you need it, so many poor fuckers would suffer horribly if it wasn't for the NHS, I don't want to live in a world where one person is left to get ill because they are poor.


Biggers, my mum had severe depression throughout my childhood, we went through similar episodes. It's pretty shitty but you get over it. Can def say it does affect how you interract as an adult.
But well, I think it is quite clear from my postings that I am obviously 100% sane

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110% I would say

You are due some Bigby love btw - I set out to the shops the other day and it started dumping it down with rain, I thought back to your post about walking home in London in a rain shower and used that to construct a happy rain reality (the breaks on my headphones helped too ) - Big Love man

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it was an obvious jok

Wtf at peoples serious responses to shaman clearly more evidence of some head injuries...

Glad everyone's ok Walter moite

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thats an ear. you should have another one someplace. try the other side