A question of trust
Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 4:31 pm
I'm kind of new to this. I've have anxiety/depression most of my life, but I wasn't diagnosed untill a few years ago which... In alot of ways it's changed my life for the better. At least now I know what I'm dealing with and I don't have to think "I'm wrong, that's just the way I am."
One question I have is how do you deal with the knowledge in the way of telling others?
I had a Therapist who said that this was a mental illness, it's not something to be ashamed of. and it doesn't have to control your life. And in a lot of ways that's true, but there are so many people out there who don't understand what having anxiety or being depressed really means. They judge you and it never turns out well.
When I was first Diagnosed I was living away from home and it was decided it would be better for me to move home for a while and get some serious help. Once I got there everyone wanted to know why I came back so soon. I didn't feel comfortable telling them. So I didn't and that's fine if I wasn't close to them but, my family and firends were a different story. My parents know. My Dad told me then that he too suffered with it, and had for most of his life. I never knew!
but my siblings I haven't told yet. 6 years later and I still haven't told them. They're afraid of me to some extent. They say I'm volitile and always angry. I don't feel that way but I guess that's what they've seen. But I'm afraid of telling them what i have. Afraid they'll judge me or leave me. I'm afraid they'll keep me from my nephews, whom I love, because I'm mentally ill. but I want them to understand.
The same with friends. When I moved home I had a friend who I'd known since high school. I felt really close to her and so thought it would be ok to tell her the truth about what brought me back. I thought! over a period of a few weeks she stopped calling, stopped having time to hang out even to go for a coffee. And just to clarify.. it's not like when we did hang out it was a rant fest about my depression or anything. I thought we had fun, going to movies, talking about boys, work, dreams for the future like normal girls our age did. There was laughing and good times. but she pulled away and after she had her big birthday bash if our other friends and i didn't find out about it till after... I got the hint. It's happened to other friends too. By the time I moved away for school- I was alone. and It sucked.
It's happened with relationships too. I mean I'm careful about who I tell. I'm not wearing a sign or just telling everyone I come across what I have. But sometimes it comes up. Last summer there was a guy who was showing interest ( which pretty much never happens) we talked a few times, then exchanged numbers, then started hanging out a few times, talking daily, even when I moved out of the city for the summer. Once he came to my city for work and we decided to have dinner. during dinner I was comfronted with a compulsion I was struggling with at that time and I tried to descreetly work through it, but he noticed and commented on how it was kind of weird. So I explained what was going on not in a lot of detail... but just I do this because- so it's something I'm working on. After a rather pregnant silence he asked for the cheque drove me home, and I never heard from him again.
those are just a few instances but... how do some of you deal with the stigma? how do you decided who to tell or do you tell anyone at all?
How do you explain it to someone?
I just..
I want to be able to have relationships with people, to have a trust there. Like sometimes I feel like if I don't tell someone I care about or deal with on a regular basis, that I'm lying to them through omission. But at the same time I've been pushed away and left or judged when people find out.
I Know right now that I have to make sure people are held at a certain distance from me because I'm scared of that moment when they'll find out and then what the reaction will be. I want Love and friendships but I'm afraid that they'll find out about the monster inside me and what that will mean for them.
Has anyone else gone through this? worry about this?
One question I have is how do you deal with the knowledge in the way of telling others?
I had a Therapist who said that this was a mental illness, it's not something to be ashamed of. and it doesn't have to control your life. And in a lot of ways that's true, but there are so many people out there who don't understand what having anxiety or being depressed really means. They judge you and it never turns out well.
When I was first Diagnosed I was living away from home and it was decided it would be better for me to move home for a while and get some serious help. Once I got there everyone wanted to know why I came back so soon. I didn't feel comfortable telling them. So I didn't and that's fine if I wasn't close to them but, my family and firends were a different story. My parents know. My Dad told me then that he too suffered with it, and had for most of his life. I never knew!
but my siblings I haven't told yet. 6 years later and I still haven't told them. They're afraid of me to some extent. They say I'm volitile and always angry. I don't feel that way but I guess that's what they've seen. But I'm afraid of telling them what i have. Afraid they'll judge me or leave me. I'm afraid they'll keep me from my nephews, whom I love, because I'm mentally ill. but I want them to understand.
The same with friends. When I moved home I had a friend who I'd known since high school. I felt really close to her and so thought it would be ok to tell her the truth about what brought me back. I thought! over a period of a few weeks she stopped calling, stopped having time to hang out even to go for a coffee. And just to clarify.. it's not like when we did hang out it was a rant fest about my depression or anything. I thought we had fun, going to movies, talking about boys, work, dreams for the future like normal girls our age did. There was laughing and good times. but she pulled away and after she had her big birthday bash if our other friends and i didn't find out about it till after... I got the hint. It's happened to other friends too. By the time I moved away for school- I was alone. and It sucked.
It's happened with relationships too. I mean I'm careful about who I tell. I'm not wearing a sign or just telling everyone I come across what I have. But sometimes it comes up. Last summer there was a guy who was showing interest ( which pretty much never happens) we talked a few times, then exchanged numbers, then started hanging out a few times, talking daily, even when I moved out of the city for the summer. Once he came to my city for work and we decided to have dinner. during dinner I was comfronted with a compulsion I was struggling with at that time and I tried to descreetly work through it, but he noticed and commented on how it was kind of weird. So I explained what was going on not in a lot of detail... but just I do this because- so it's something I'm working on. After a rather pregnant silence he asked for the cheque drove me home, and I never heard from him again.
those are just a few instances but... how do some of you deal with the stigma? how do you decided who to tell or do you tell anyone at all?
How do you explain it to someone?
I just..
I want to be able to have relationships with people, to have a trust there. Like sometimes I feel like if I don't tell someone I care about or deal with on a regular basis, that I'm lying to them through omission. But at the same time I've been pushed away and left or judged when people find out.
I Know right now that I have to make sure people are held at a certain distance from me because I'm scared of that moment when they'll find out and then what the reaction will be. I want Love and friendships but I'm afraid that they'll find out about the monster inside me and what that will mean for them.
Has anyone else gone through this? worry about this?