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(Daily Mail)   Thirty-four-year-old woman falls at work, erases twenty years of memory (w/pics)   ( divider line
    More: Strange, normal family, nursing homes, Cambridgeshire, youngest son  
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2012-08-09 02:22:16 AM  
3 votes:

TFA: The last thing Miss Delaney, 55, remembers is putting her young son and daughter to bed in the early Nineties as a 34-year-old
2012-08-09 02:42:14 AM  
2 votes:

The My Little Pony Killer: Um.

TFA: The last thing Miss Delaney, 55, remembers is putting her young son and daughter to bed in the early Nineties as a 34-year-old

Every time a submission of mine is rejected, I remember that headlines like this get greenlit every day.

So I've pretty much stopped submitting headlines to Fark.
2012-08-09 02:33:33 AM  
2 votes:
And I believe this, because it's The Mail.

WTF is w all the Mail links on here? USA Today. The Daily Fail. What's next, The Enquirer?

I love it when a site created to poke fun at media becomes its tool. It's ok though, sell your country, your people, out, as long as you make a buck.
2012-08-09 02:24:53 AM  
2 votes:
That's a hard 34.

The My Little Pony Killer: TFA: The last thing Miss Delaney, 55, remembers is putting her young son and daughter to bed in the early Nineties as a 34-year-old

Or this.
2012-08-09 06:18:48 AM  
1 vote:
make the most of every week, if not every day. brain damage is only a fall down the stairs or a fender bender away. mental illness may be lying dormant within you, waiting to present and make your life a living hell.

i was one of those co-workers who others would tease about wanting to read my manifesto, or making remarks about when i start shooting people from the top of the building to only wing them in the shoulder to make it look good in front of the others. this never made sense to me. if you really thought the guy in the next cubicle was a ticking time bomb, would you bust his balls about it? seems like asking for trouble to me.

i finally had a breakdown in the workplace. i was sent home, never to return to my employer of 13 years. that day began a really long road eventually leading toward becoming semi-functional again. i was diagnosed with a grocery list of psychiatric ailments, with bi-polar disorder at the top of the Hit Parade. in the early days i was on12 different meds. life became so horrible i realized i could not go on that way, and it made perfect sense to me to kill myself. this is how i learned that when you are really trying to kill yourself you are no longer in your right mind. obviously i farked that up, c'est la vie.

i've been on a cocktail of psych meds for years. my wife grew tired of seeing me sleep my life away long ago, and she has since cultivated a very busy, active social life with co-worker friends to the point where she is only home to sleep on workday nights. my marriage has become a loveless shell of a mockery of matrimony. i don't blame her. she deserves to have a life. i'm lucky she didn't divorce me years ago and leave me without insurance and homeless.

what i miss the most is being myself. the meds are supposed to take the extreme highs and lows off of the roller-coaster ride that my life is, but they don't. i gained a crapload of weight and i have huge biatchtit manboobs. it hurts my eyes to go outside and i can't expose my skin to the sun without getting long lasting discoloration/blotches. i cry hard several times a week for whatever reason. i had to get false teeth because they became ruined from the meds. and i still have problems with insomnia, which is becoming increasingly painful as i get older. it was so much easier when i was younger and could go without sleep for days. but the worst thing is not being able to work (huge side effects from the meds).

i don't contribute a paycheck to the household as i used to and that has seemed to make me have no value in my wifes eyes. that's what hurts the most. i know she doesn't want me here anymore. what pisses me off is that for the bulk of my adult life i was able to function (as in hold a full time job and pay taxes, contribute to society) when i was self-medicating with alcohol and street drugs. going the insurance route with lots of PhD's and medications i now only have enough energy to do housework and chores a few days a week. otherwise i have NO energy, or i've crashed & burned and sleep 24-48 hours.

sorry for rambling, i guess its therapeutic for me to just type away. if you're enjoying good health please make the most of it. no one knows what tomorrow may bring, so make today count.
2012-08-09 03:21:53 AM  
1 vote:
It's actually pretty scary just how easily the brain can get farked - doesn't have to be major physical trauma, but things like

Capgras delusion (friends and family replaced by alien replicas)
Cotard delusion (I'm really dead)

in which victims are immune to any argument because they're certain they are right

then stuff that shows how little free will we have and how easily we are manipulated

false memory implantation
cognitive dissonance
etc etc

and even without approaching religious beliefs
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