I have been burned so many times from opening-up to people about my mental health. I'm a guy who feels things deeply, shares my emotions freely and, "wears my heart on my sleeve." I'm very honest and open about my disease with people but have often been hurt by incessant insensitive, lack of respect and simple solutions offered. I struggle to maintain the balance between talking about my diseases to raise awareness and protecting myself from cruel people.
So, I ask you, "How much do you talk about your psychiatric disease(s)?" If you don't talk about it, do you feel ignored and resentful that everyone else gets to discuss their life and struggles besides you? I feel like I need to protect myself but at the same time I feel like people need to hear about the realities of living with a disabling, psychiatric disease. In not talking, I sometimes feel like I'm enabling their delusional ignorance.
One of the reasons I've stopped going out with people is because I dread meeting new people who will ask, "So, what do you do?" Meaning, of course, "what kind of job do you have?" After being disabled from these diseases for over 10 years, I've still not come up with a satisfactory answer. I've tried so many responses but none seem to feel right. I often am honest, and just say I'm disabled but then that often causes tension because people don't know what to say, and sometimes they just give you that look where you know they are judging you and thinking, "They seem 'normal' to me--they don't seem disabled. I bet they're just being lazy, etc." I often see a perceptable change in the way they look at me after saying I'm disabled. Besides, explaining "schizoaffective disease" in a quick summary is nearly impossible. Other times I just say that I am self-employed and work at home as a freelance writer (blogs) but I struggle with this one, too, because it's not exactly true. I don't work in the sense of being paid.
I feel like I've lost so much due to these psychiatric diseases. Everyone else has moved on with life, with careers, kids, accomplishments and vacations to talk about but nothing ever changes for me, so no one really asks what I AM doing. We all know what I'm doing, the same thing as always--disabled. I don't have anything to add to discussions when friends or family are sharing the latest news. What am I going to say? That the "news" from my end is that I'm feeling suicidal and depressed again? Yeah, talk about a conversation stopper--the reaction from others is often as though I dropped a turd in the punch bowl. Therefore, I often feel like I can't be honest and have to just "fake it" but I'm not that kind of person, so it feels awkward and "not me." Thus, I often just stay home out of frustration and depression. Ugh.
-hbw

5 comments:
I get what your saying. I don't tell anyone anything and because of it , I live in isolation as it is just easier for me.
I get it too, H. A very VERY close family member always wanted to drop by, have me invite him, etc, but what to talk about? I had little to talk about because I isolate at home, only feel safe that way. He on the other hand is quite accomplished in his job & social life-the opposite of me. But he didn't want to talk work when he came over. What did that leave as he secretly judged me (while saying he wasn't judgmental-I find when pe ople say they aren't judgmental or any fill-in-the-blank thing, they usually are) so I had nothing to say. He had plenty to "suggest"....ugh. Easier to stay home alone. Most people, even if they seem or pretend to "get it" think that if you just go do this or that, you will get better. You've said it all.
Anonymous Mary
P.S. I was happy to lead him into talking about his job because this showed him I cared, & got me off the hook so I didn't have to talk, just listen....but no work talk please. Okay what say we just stare at the walls & you can tell me what a lousy housekeeper I am, how the dark curtains on my windows aren't conducive to getting better, etc etc.
Anonymous Mary
I hate to steal your thunder.I am a Histrionic woman.
I tell people about my crippling anxiety, but not my bipolar. People tend to be less judgmental about anxiety because most people know what it feels like on some level, even if they haven't experienced it so bad that they're having panic attacks.
I wish I had the courage to talk openly about my bipolar. A girl I befriended during one of my inpatient stays is regularly posting JPG's about being bipolar and not ashamed to admit it on her Facebook page.
I feel like I'd be vilified if I came clean about having a serious mental illness, especially one that has be on disability, but until family, friends, neighbors, co-workers, etc. start opening up about it, the stigma is going to continue. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
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