Summer depression

Absolutely. At least this year I've not had problems swallowing or with bloating caused by drinking to much water, or with rashes from sweat no evaporating.

I don't feel bad because of other peopes stuff, I couldn't give a sh1t about people who are so shallow they can't see beyond the price tag of whatever someone owns. But I do get the body conciousness bit totally, whatever you wear someone won't like it and will shout their feelings at high volume, it's horrible. I've had to wait until I'm post menopausal for most of this unwanted and unwarrented attention to stop, being old and invisable definately has it's up sides. I'm sure niether of us are actually eyesores, but people feel emboldened in the sunshine to enforce somekind of dress code and body shape ideal, if I had to have a swimming cossie it would be a burkini, probably a two piece as one piece cossies are two short in the body and cut me up the middle, crawl up my bum and pull my shoulders down. But that would get me shouted at, I'd probably end up with some anti-Islamic lynch mob after me for not falling out of a tiny bikini

I actually don't like the amount of flesh on display I don't think it's prudishness, it just seems wrong somehow, people are meant to wear clothes. I wear long loose clothing in summer, I find it cooler than tiny tops and shorts and I'm not blinding anyone with the sun bouncing off my incredibly white legs, or offending them with scar tissue.

I get loads of gnat bites and stings too, I once counted 14 on the lower part of one leg alone, pale skin is thinner and the biting insects know it!

I don't like eating outside either, I don't want the sun in my face, or to be fighting off insects who also want my food, the smell of BBQ's makes me feel sick.

People sometimes wonder how and why I acquired such an extensive vocabulalry of insults and put downs, this is why.

Summer SAD isn't really recognised, probably because of the prevailing doctrine of sunshine making people happy, the only real reference I've ever found for it, is a small piece from an American psychiatrist who says it's a depressive disorder, well duh! No questions of curiosity about why people struggle, just more of the same, must be miserable and a killjoy.

Absolutely. At least this year I've not had problems swallowing or with bloating caused by drinking to much water, or with rashes from sweat no evaporating.

I don't feel bad because of other peopes stuff, I couldn't give a sh1t about people who are so shallow they can't see beyond the price tag of whatever someone owns. But I do get the body conciousness bit totally, whatever you wear someone won't like it and will shout their feelings at high volume, it's horrible. I've had to wait until I'm post menopausal for most of this unwanted and unwarrented attention to stop, being old and invisable definately has it's up sides. I'm sure niether of us are actually eyesores, but people feel emboldened in the sunshine to enforce somekind of dress code and body shape ideal, if I had to have a swimming cossie it would be a burkini, probably a two piece as one piece cossies are two short in the body and cut me up the middle, crawl up my bum and pull my shoulders down. But that would get me shouted at, I'd probably end up with some anti-Islamic lynch mob after me for not falling out of a tiny bikini

I actually don't like the amount of flesh on display I don't think it's prudishness, it just seems wrong somehow, people are meant to wear clothes. I wear long loose clothing in summer, I find it cooler than tiny tops and shorts and I'm not blinding anyone with the sun bouncing off my incredibly white legs, or offending them with scar tissue.

I get loads of gnat bites and stings too, I once counted 14 on the lower part of one leg alone, pale skin is thinner and the biting insects know it!

I don't like eating outside either, I don't want the sun in my face, or to be fighting off insects who also want my food, the smell of BBQ's makes me feel sick.

People sometimes wonder how and why I acquired such an extensive vocabulalry of insults and put downs, this is why.

Summer SAD isn't really recognised, probably because of the prevailing doctrine of sunshine making people happy, the only real reference I've ever found for it, is a small piece from an American psychiatrist who says it's a depressive disorder, well duh! No questions of curiosity about why people struggle, just more of the same, must be miserable and a killjoy.

TheCatWoman said:

I actually don't like the amount of flesh on display I don't think it's prudishness, it just seems wrong somehow, people are meant to wear clothes

I'm curious as to why you believe this. Can you elaborate please?

My perspective is that we are descended from creatures who never wore clothes, are born without them and they are largely ornamental other than when used for weather protection.

Finally someone who gets what I’m saying! I never used to be bothered by all the branded stuff because I assumed it was all fake and to look as if they have money. As for the cars my parents tell me they are just rented again for show. But this former manager had manipulated me into believe I’m poor and fat and ugly and that I am jealous because I don’t have all the high end stuff and I’m jealous of all these people because apparently I think they are nice looking and I’m jealous but I always just saw these people as well I’ll just say it chavs! But now all I hear is that creep managers voice saying I’m worthless and poor and all that. 

With the body consciousness, I’m not the tallest of girls but I always used to do fitness like each day which had helped my mood and I actually noticed I was getting more toned and less bloated but then I would be told I’m fat and even had comments like “when’s the baby due” and stuff of that nature. I also hate the amount of flesh on display and all I see now are these girls either teens or twenties and they are all in their crop tops and shorts and though I personally don’t think they are slim or attractive, again I have these voices in my head telling me they are the ideal shape and I am not and I’m ugly and need work doing but then I be told I’m so ugly that no amount of surgery would make me beautiful! I mean all these girls just have so much Botox and lip fillers how is that a good look? I can’t help that I have thinner lips. I’m actually terrified of going out because of all the sights of flesh and how I don’t fit the ideal standards, and I’m dreading this will be the case on holiday because the creep manager had said I know deep down I think these girls and women are the attractive ones but I’m too jealous to admit. I’m thinking of getting either a swim costume or tankini and swim shorts because I’m that conscious but I can see myself just sitting in the room more than anything. 

And don’t get me started on BBQs, like everyone is having them each day and the smell lingers and then loads of people smoking cigarettes which make me feel sick as anything but now we have new neighbours who are burning plants and stuff and again it stinks so I can’t open my window! 

Wow I’m queen of the grumble today