Ok guys - I so hope I'm not alone in this, because it makes me feel REALLY stupid...but here goes:
I have a friend who suffers from bipolar disorder. I love him dearly...and when he is 'up' (as he describes it) he is wonderful for me. He is supportive, and sweet...let's me vanish as I need, in fact, he has the same sort of isolation behaviours as I do and relates well. Trouble is, when he is 'down' (also his description) he becomes my own personal trigger machine. He gets moody, and says cruel things. He abandons me over and over emotionally. He tells me all about how horrible I am, how selfish, how I don't care about anyone but myself..blah blah blah. Then he gets onto the "MY disorder is chemical, i can't control how I act, but yours...PTSD is just a mental thing...you can change it...I can't". aaaand...snap. I intstantly start obsessing over him - pulling him closer and closer to me to hurt me more and more. I find some kind of weird satisfaction in it...like i'm FINALLY justified in thinking all of these terrible things about myself. I'm not worth anyone's time...I tell myself, and he confirms it for me...as many times as I want, until he pulls out of his downswing and starts caring about me again.
My husband is nothing like this friend. He tries so hard to help me...as hard as he can. He HATES this guy, and it comes not from a place of jealousy. He sees that all the great work he and I do together fall apart as soon as I engage with this friend....so, I end up 'sneaking around' to spend time with him, via internet, phone...whatever I can. Which makes me feel guilty...and off I go again.
How do I stop this self-destruction? I kind of see my friend like a drug addition. It's killing me slowly, and yet I simply cannot get myself to stop. Gosh, this makes me feel so hopeless...
I have a friend who suffers from bipolar disorder. I love him dearly...and when he is 'up' (as he describes it) he is wonderful for me. He is supportive, and sweet...let's me vanish as I need, in fact, he has the same sort of isolation behaviours as I do and relates well. Trouble is, when he is 'down' (also his description) he becomes my own personal trigger machine. He gets moody, and says cruel things. He abandons me over and over emotionally. He tells me all about how horrible I am, how selfish, how I don't care about anyone but myself..blah blah blah. Then he gets onto the "MY disorder is chemical, i can't control how I act, but yours...PTSD is just a mental thing...you can change it...I can't". aaaand...snap. I intstantly start obsessing over him - pulling him closer and closer to me to hurt me more and more. I find some kind of weird satisfaction in it...like i'm FINALLY justified in thinking all of these terrible things about myself. I'm not worth anyone's time...I tell myself, and he confirms it for me...as many times as I want, until he pulls out of his downswing and starts caring about me again.
My husband is nothing like this friend. He tries so hard to help me...as hard as he can. He HATES this guy, and it comes not from a place of jealousy. He sees that all the great work he and I do together fall apart as soon as I engage with this friend....so, I end up 'sneaking around' to spend time with him, via internet, phone...whatever I can. Which makes me feel guilty...and off I go again.
How do I stop this self-destruction? I kind of see my friend like a drug addition. It's killing me slowly, and yet I simply cannot get myself to stop. Gosh, this makes me feel so hopeless...