Myanxietyhasanxiety
Silver Member
Great question. Oh boy, this one was a tough one for me. Many lessons learned.
I found myself reading your post, and relating quite a bit to myself in the early stages of diagnosis. I too had an amazing, supportive, loving support system. A group of highly educated folks from all different parts of the world. Among my family. Self- help types that I first went to for advice.
I'm grateful to every single one of them for their love, and helping me navagate through my DX to healing, ect...
Unfortunately, in my case I have learned the REALLY really hard way, that not everyone GETS it. Initally they all cheered me on, told me how strong on was, prayed from me. Then it went to... un solicited advice, then to frustration. To then, taking my absenteeism and need to be alone Personal. And a few isolated cases, gossiping about it amoung themselves. The whispers of " Get over it.... its time to move on.... ect." And some of these friends WERE educated in the medical field. Unfortunately, I have lost many friends during this process.
I have had some say hurtful things to me. And some just stopped calling. It was extremely difficult time. I had this deep need and desire to connect, but then in the same breathe this BIGGER need to isolate. Triggered left and right.
Human nature is for them to want to "Help" but not everyone understands what that means. Its human nature to want to help to "problem solve" and I think in a lot of ways, they thought they could "fix" me.
The reality was. No one can fix me, expect me, and I never again would be the ME I once knew.
It's a huge grieving process.
My point is, the lesson I learned: Have very clear boundaries with your supporters.
Don't be afraid to say: No. Without explaining yourself.
Don't be afraid to say: I would love your advice. Or not love your advice but please understand I am navagating a very difficult time and I may need some time alone. That I care for you deeply. Please understand my absence is not a reflection on you. I care about connecting with you, but please be patient with me, ect...
I now send my friends links to PTSD supporters. If they read it: awesome. If not, I understand too. Attached is something I send out a few months ago.
Fortunately. Those that stuck by, are fabulous, and love me Anyways! No expectations and very patient.
I found myself reading your post, and relating quite a bit to myself in the early stages of diagnosis. I too had an amazing, supportive, loving support system. A group of highly educated folks from all different parts of the world. Among my family. Self- help types that I first went to for advice.
I'm grateful to every single one of them for their love, and helping me navagate through my DX to healing, ect...
Unfortunately, in my case I have learned the REALLY really hard way, that not everyone GETS it. Initally they all cheered me on, told me how strong on was, prayed from me. Then it went to... un solicited advice, then to frustration. To then, taking my absenteeism and need to be alone Personal. And a few isolated cases, gossiping about it amoung themselves. The whispers of " Get over it.... its time to move on.... ect." And some of these friends WERE educated in the medical field. Unfortunately, I have lost many friends during this process.
I have had some say hurtful things to me. And some just stopped calling. It was extremely difficult time. I had this deep need and desire to connect, but then in the same breathe this BIGGER need to isolate. Triggered left and right.
Human nature is for them to want to "Help" but not everyone understands what that means. Its human nature to want to help to "problem solve" and I think in a lot of ways, they thought they could "fix" me.
The reality was. No one can fix me, expect me, and I never again would be the ME I once knew.
It's a huge grieving process.
My point is, the lesson I learned: Have very clear boundaries with your supporters.
Don't be afraid to say: No. Without explaining yourself.
Don't be afraid to say: I would love your advice. Or not love your advice but please understand I am navagating a very difficult time and I may need some time alone. That I care for you deeply. Please understand my absence is not a reflection on you. I care about connecting with you, but please be patient with me, ect...
I now send my friends links to PTSD supporters. If they read it: awesome. If not, I understand too. Attached is something I send out a few months ago.
Fortunately. Those that stuck by, are fabulous, and love me Anyways! No expectations and very patient.