u/bluejessamine

Last October my psych prescribed me on the lowest dose of vyvanse (I can't remember the number) and I got weird side effects that included my saliva becoming frothy and I would swallow it a lot, causing me to burp a lot (because I was essentially swallowing air), and the constant movement of swallowing would make my tongue rub against my teeth, causing me to have ulcers on it.

I was only on them for about 3 months until I begged my psych to put me on something else, but I still haven't taken my new pills (concerta 18mg) because I couldn't handle the side effects, and since then, I've still been experiencing those side effects. My tongue hasn't felt normal in months, its riddled with ulcers, I can't stop burping, and it's just awful.

Vyvanse has permanently fucked me up, it feels. I don't know what to do

I've been picking for 30 years, thousands of scabs with dirty fingernails or unwashed hands etc, and I've never once gotten an infection, and I was wondering if that was a real thing or how likely it is to happen.

My (34f) partner (36m) of 13 years has been depressed for some time, mostly because of finances. We live just at the poverty line because he has a very minimum wage job at a factory and I'm on a disability pension.

Because of this, his depression has spiralled and he has admitted to me that it's caused anger issues towards a lot of people at his work that make his life difficult, and that it's made him suicidal.

I don't know what to do to help him.

He's firmly against the idea of therapy because he had a bad experience about 10 years ago because the therapist told him to dump me because at the time I was suicidal. Because of that one bad experience he actively refuses to see a therapist, even though it would help him greatly. It's also a money issue. We can't afford to see a therapist. I've got some savings, and I'm happy to spend it for therapy for him, but he just actively doesn't want to go.

He's not self harming, which, thank God, but he told me that he thinks about killing himself every day, and my heart just can't take it anymore.

My partners cat is about 17 years old. He had her since he graduated from high school. He wasn't very popular, and once he graduated, his friend group either dissolved or formed even smaller groups. So since he got her, he was all alone until he met me. But that was several years of just him and her, and she was the closest thing to a friend he had for so long.

He begged his parents not to make her an outdoor cat, as they live in an area full of foxes and just wildlife in general, and sure enough, before her 1st birthday she was attacked by a fox and almost didn't make it. Yet his parents still let her out. So every night, once it started getting dark, he would go out and roam through his neighbours gardens and crawl under cars to find her and bring her inside because she would have stayed out all night if she were given the chance. This means that he grew a really deep bond with her, deeper than normal people would with their pets, because every day he had to go out and physically make sure she wouldn't get hurt.

We moved out together about 6 years ago, and ever since then, he'd been anxious that she'd be caught by a fox again because his parents are irresponsible and wouldn't do what he would for her. But as she's aged, she's grown more chill, thankfully, and now barely goes outside. She'd rather just sit by the fire or sleep on a nice warm blanket. Maybe 10 min outside to sit in the sun, but that would be the most of it.

She's so old that she's deaf and has to scream to hear herself. It's kind of silly and cute. But lately, he's been dealing with his own unrelated depression, but that's made him grieve pre-emptively for her. He's going through a point where he's not really talking to his family, and as a result, he hasn't gone to see her as much as he'd have liked. Before this, we'd go to their place every few months for a family dinner and we'd play with the cat, and it'd be nice.

Well, he recently had the chance to go see her for a few hours alone because his parents were out of town, and he still refused to go because he felt like he didn't deserve to see her, and that he didn't want to ruin his last few times with her with him being an emotional mess, or seeing her be visibly old, and acting old. He wants to keep her in his head as she always was.

He won't see a therapist because he had a really bad experience with one several years ago with one who told him to break up with me because I was suicidal at the time and just in a bad place. Awful therapist, right?

So yeah, I'd just like some advice on how to prepare for her eventual death, and how to help him when she does pass.

On an unrelated note, I have a dog who's over 14, and he might also be pre-emptively grieving her, as well. I know I am. I keep crying whenever I see her arthritis act up on cold days, or when I call her name, forgetting for a moment that she's deaf, that sort of thing. So I get what he's feeling on some level, but I need help for when it does happen. I'm going to have to carry the both of us when either animal passes, because he's going through a huge depressive, kind of almost suicidal phase right now, and it's a struggle trying to help him as is.

If you have any resources or something, that would be a great help.

Thanks in advance ❤️