my grandmother is suffering from Alzheimer's, and my other grandmother has dementia, though the dementia isn't too much of a problem so far, and she lives in a great retirement home with great caretakers and plenty of people to talk to. For my grandmother with Alzheimer's... she is pretty much gone. not in a hospital, but i havent seen her move in the last 3 years. albeit im only there for big family gatherings (christmas, thanksgiving, easter, graduation parties since my cousins and brothers and i are all getting right around graduation, and 2 just moved on this summer).
and as for myself, moderate chronic anxiety, and a minor inferiority complex. the latter is all but gone nowadays, except for when i present some school project, especially where i feature in a video, or was the primary editor for a video, or any of my writing is read aloud (formal writing, powerpoints im fine with for some reason).
and as for the anxiety, i was on prozac for about a year and a half, and financial reasons caused us to stop the medication, though the psychologist wanted to try cutting the medication after 18 months anyway, so it all works out, and i seem to be coping rather well.
i never was medicated through grade school, or freshman year of high school. because of this... well lets just say the anxiety came in waves, "attacks" if you will. it wasn't pretty. thank GOD i had teachers who were willing to put in the effort to try to help. perks of a private catholic school i guess. still, it was a major issue and the kids who liked pushing my buttons for shits and giggles really didn't help. Of the class of 69 kids (dont say it), i only consider 2 of them friends, and the rest i just plain dont speak to. and this is all on top of the major guilt i got for making my parents' lives a living hell trying to deal with these problems.
on the upside, im still poor as hell (still not sure how we got the money for this laptop, or continued internet), but holy hell is my life much better now that ive largely gotten over these issues, and the tendency towards seclusion that accompanied the lack of friends because those fucks kept deliberately inciting these violent anxiety attacks.
got myself a little circle of friends, and now I'M the well-adjusted one. how about that?
sophmore year was frigging awesome. (yes all of this growth effectively happened in a single 8 month period, and its only been 4 months since then. teenage years, amiright?)