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Okay, Forumland, I am really struggling here. Word to the mods: I feel really strongly that this is a therapy thread, not a relationships thread, although I don't get to the crux of it until the end. Move if necessary (of course).
My best friend has undergone perpetual crises since basically October of last year. This is a thread I started in January outlining the problems I had staying emotionally present throughout the many personal upheavals she'd been through up to that point.
It has only gotten much worse. And worse. And worse. It's like watching waves break on a coastline. Shit just keeps coming.
Anyway, we found out a few months ago that the reason she had been dropping enormous amounts of weight in a short time is because she has adult-onset type 1 diabetes. And she's insulin-resistant. That f*cking sucks. There is nothing else to say except that f*cking blows and is awful and anyone's heart would break for her.
BUT... there are things that can be done. Steps to be taken. Here's the short list of things that Must Happen for Wellness:
1) Go to the f*cking hospital in a nearby city where you will...
2) See a motherf*cking endocrinologist
3) Stop consuming poison in the form of alcohol, soda, energy drinks, red meat, processed food, candy, fatty foods, simple carbs
4) Stop working 12-hour days
5) Stop mowing your lawn in 100°f weather
I mean. It's. It's a simple f*cking list. It's not rocket science. It's f*cking simple.
My mother happens to be an RN with an MS and specializes in diabetes--has certificates and whatnot, has seen people like this every day for over ten years. My mother talked to my BFF. My mother talked extensively to me as well. She made several aggressive recommendations. My mother is legitimately afraid, given my BFF's lab work, that my BFF will die and I will kill myself. That is not an exaggeration; that is factually what my mother is worried about. BFF is going to f*cking die from this if it goes untreated, and I will kill myself.
I'm not suicidal, FYI.
But my friend sure seems to be.
And she was, really, at the beginning of this year (see above link for more). So I can see how she would return to that status. And I can see how it would be super easy to be suicidals if you're already well on your way to dying.
I actually totally get this. Because I understand suicidal.
But my BFF has a husband and 7-year-old child. I decided that if she was ready to give up and die, I was going to do everything in my power to have the can-do attitude she lacks and help her survive this shit.
Her doctor has her scheduled to see an endo in September. And this was scheduled... early f*cking July? Maybe? What the f*ck, Doctor Lady.
I got her an available endo that she could have seen over a week ago. But she ignored me.
Her doctor put her on a $200 med she wound up being resistant to.
My mother strongly recommended a far cheaper medication that usually works wonders on the insulin-resistant population. But she ignored me.
Okay, Simon, I told myself. It's her body. You can't dictate what she does with it. All you can do is try to be there for her, give her good advice, and hope for the best.
And I did. I made my f*cking peace with that decision. I can't control her. I can only control me.
HOWEVER... every time she knows I'm not at work and she's not at work she is directly up my ass. Which is generally fine. But every time I see her, all I hear about is how sick she is, how much her husband sucks, and how broke they are. It's like the Never Ending Story. Always the same shit. Always.
Any advice I give is promptly shot down, dismissed, or flat-out ignored. Every time.
Okay, SO... the heart of my thread. Yes, this is about therapy and treatment. Promise.
Yesterday, BFF asked what I was doing. Adulting. I am adulting. Can I come over? Sorry, I really need to get some shit done. Not even later? Well, if I get all my shit done I'll tell you. I feel like you're avoiding me; what did I do? I am NOT avoiding you, but if you feel that way, it might be because it's hard to see you literally dying in front of me when you won't listen to anybody's advice, so maybe I'm subconsciously protecting myself by mediating the time I spend with you.
And then shit hit the fan.
I asserted my personal limitations, and she became insanely emotionally reactive, started criticizing my life in totally nonsensical ways, and said I'd been a shitty friend. That last item? Is demonstrably f*cking false, because I have seriously been holding her hand emotionally for ten f*cking months, bending over backwards to help her and listen and be there etc. no matter what's happening in my own f*cking life.
Well, I hurt her feelings. Sigh. Uh, she hurt mine too. But she was pretty explosive about it... I'm sure she cried... this was all over text. Now... I'm the demon as far as she and her husband and another mutual friend are concerned. Because I was too brutal? Heavy-handed? Blunt? Straightforward? About asserting my own personal boundaries?
I was (and still am) baffled by this unanimous response. She launched all manner of personal attacks on me in reaction to my asserting my own limitations. I didn't attack her. I was extremely explicit that I respected that it was her body and her decision if she wanted to commit passive suicide. All I was saying was that I couldn't engage with her as often as she might want me to because it is extremely hard on me. I just can't do it.
After I considered it for awhile, I came to the potential conclusion that what I am experiencing socially all comes down to therapy and treatment. Culminatively, I've been in therapy for around 9 years. I'm 26. BFF went to therapy this year and this year alone for maybe 6-8 sessions. Her husband has been in therapy maybe for around the same number of sessions spread over years. Other friend, to my knowledge, has never had a therapist of any kind.
Is this chasm of communication just a product of the fact that I'm in treatment? Is that why hurt feelings trumps logic for these people? Why tears make her right and a more logic-driven manner of speaking makes me the bad guy?
Anyone?
My best friend has undergone perpetual crises since basically October of last year. This is a thread I started in January outlining the problems I had staying emotionally present throughout the many personal upheavals she'd been through up to that point.
It has only gotten much worse. And worse. And worse. It's like watching waves break on a coastline. Shit just keeps coming.
Anyway, we found out a few months ago that the reason she had been dropping enormous amounts of weight in a short time is because she has adult-onset type 1 diabetes. And she's insulin-resistant. That f*cking sucks. There is nothing else to say except that f*cking blows and is awful and anyone's heart would break for her.
BUT... there are things that can be done. Steps to be taken. Here's the short list of things that Must Happen for Wellness:
1) Go to the f*cking hospital in a nearby city where you will...
2) See a motherf*cking endocrinologist
3) Stop consuming poison in the form of alcohol, soda, energy drinks, red meat, processed food, candy, fatty foods, simple carbs
4) Stop working 12-hour days
5) Stop mowing your lawn in 100°f weather
I mean. It's. It's a simple f*cking list. It's not rocket science. It's f*cking simple.
My mother happens to be an RN with an MS and specializes in diabetes--has certificates and whatnot, has seen people like this every day for over ten years. My mother talked to my BFF. My mother talked extensively to me as well. She made several aggressive recommendations. My mother is legitimately afraid, given my BFF's lab work, that my BFF will die and I will kill myself. That is not an exaggeration; that is factually what my mother is worried about. BFF is going to f*cking die from this if it goes untreated, and I will kill myself.
I'm not suicidal, FYI.
But my friend sure seems to be.
And she was, really, at the beginning of this year (see above link for more). So I can see how she would return to that status. And I can see how it would be super easy to be suicidals if you're already well on your way to dying.
I actually totally get this. Because I understand suicidal.
But my BFF has a husband and 7-year-old child. I decided that if she was ready to give up and die, I was going to do everything in my power to have the can-do attitude she lacks and help her survive this shit.
Her doctor has her scheduled to see an endo in September. And this was scheduled... early f*cking July? Maybe? What the f*ck, Doctor Lady.
I got her an available endo that she could have seen over a week ago. But she ignored me.
Her doctor put her on a $200 med she wound up being resistant to.
My mother strongly recommended a far cheaper medication that usually works wonders on the insulin-resistant population. But she ignored me.
Okay, Simon, I told myself. It's her body. You can't dictate what she does with it. All you can do is try to be there for her, give her good advice, and hope for the best.
And I did. I made my f*cking peace with that decision. I can't control her. I can only control me.
HOWEVER... every time she knows I'm not at work and she's not at work she is directly up my ass. Which is generally fine. But every time I see her, all I hear about is how sick she is, how much her husband sucks, and how broke they are. It's like the Never Ending Story. Always the same shit. Always.
Any advice I give is promptly shot down, dismissed, or flat-out ignored. Every time.
Okay, SO... the heart of my thread. Yes, this is about therapy and treatment. Promise.
Yesterday, BFF asked what I was doing. Adulting. I am adulting. Can I come over? Sorry, I really need to get some shit done. Not even later? Well, if I get all my shit done I'll tell you. I feel like you're avoiding me; what did I do? I am NOT avoiding you, but if you feel that way, it might be because it's hard to see you literally dying in front of me when you won't listen to anybody's advice, so maybe I'm subconsciously protecting myself by mediating the time I spend with you.
And then shit hit the fan.
I asserted my personal limitations, and she became insanely emotionally reactive, started criticizing my life in totally nonsensical ways, and said I'd been a shitty friend. That last item? Is demonstrably f*cking false, because I have seriously been holding her hand emotionally for ten f*cking months, bending over backwards to help her and listen and be there etc. no matter what's happening in my own f*cking life.
Well, I hurt her feelings. Sigh. Uh, she hurt mine too. But she was pretty explosive about it... I'm sure she cried... this was all over text. Now... I'm the demon as far as she and her husband and another mutual friend are concerned. Because I was too brutal? Heavy-handed? Blunt? Straightforward? About asserting my own personal boundaries?
I was (and still am) baffled by this unanimous response. She launched all manner of personal attacks on me in reaction to my asserting my own limitations. I didn't attack her. I was extremely explicit that I respected that it was her body and her decision if she wanted to commit passive suicide. All I was saying was that I couldn't engage with her as often as she might want me to because it is extremely hard on me. I just can't do it.
After I considered it for awhile, I came to the potential conclusion that what I am experiencing socially all comes down to therapy and treatment. Culminatively, I've been in therapy for around 9 years. I'm 26. BFF went to therapy this year and this year alone for maybe 6-8 sessions. Her husband has been in therapy maybe for around the same number of sessions spread over years. Other friend, to my knowledge, has never had a therapist of any kind.
Is this chasm of communication just a product of the fact that I'm in treatment? Is that why hurt feelings trumps logic for these people? Why tears make her right and a more logic-driven manner of speaking makes me the bad guy?
Anyone?