greenunflower
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Is This Common- Wanting To Isolate?
When I was pregnant, I couldnt lift my head off my pillow. I simply moved my head to the side and puked in a garbage can, and had a diaper or pad on in the case that I pooped or peed my pants (which I usually did). When people came to visit me, just speaking to them, made me dry heave for 30 minutes at a time. Some thought I was being dramatic, some couldnt deal with all the medical supplies, the central line, the TPN and just how sick I looked.
But anyway you put it, I was alone. My husband worked. My parents are still young enough to work, and my friends deal with so much. I found out a lot about my friends. The lonliness and isolation were traumatizing in themselves. It was neverending, the lonliness.
But now, when I am around people I think they are all thinking badly of me. When people are having a conversation, I try to look like I am not listening to it, but try very hard to listen to it, to make sure they are not talking about me. Because I have this phobia that everybody hates me and is talking about me. Rationally I know it is not true. I have plenty of qualities people could like and really I am not that special that people spend all their time talking about me. My pdoc says he doesnt really know how to treat this because it isnt psychosis because rationally I understand it is not true.
Anyway, it gets so tiring, to have the emotional response that people are hating you in their thoughts, or conversations, when you arent there, and to feel so injured by that, that I just dont want to have to be around people at all.
It makes me just want to stay in my house. Sometimes I even want to avoid talking to my husband cause I dont know what he is thinking about me. And he has always been supportive of my struggles with depression, hyperemesis, and now this. There is no reason he would be thinking negativly about me at every interaction. It is just my stupid paranoia.
Is this just me. Is this PTSD? Do other people feel this way? I feel like I lost my identity with the trauma of my pregnancy.
When I was pregnant, I couldnt lift my head off my pillow. I simply moved my head to the side and puked in a garbage can, and had a diaper or pad on in the case that I pooped or peed my pants (which I usually did). When people came to visit me, just speaking to them, made me dry heave for 30 minutes at a time. Some thought I was being dramatic, some couldnt deal with all the medical supplies, the central line, the TPN and just how sick I looked.
But anyway you put it, I was alone. My husband worked. My parents are still young enough to work, and my friends deal with so much. I found out a lot about my friends. The lonliness and isolation were traumatizing in themselves. It was neverending, the lonliness.
But now, when I am around people I think they are all thinking badly of me. When people are having a conversation, I try to look like I am not listening to it, but try very hard to listen to it, to make sure they are not talking about me. Because I have this phobia that everybody hates me and is talking about me. Rationally I know it is not true. I have plenty of qualities people could like and really I am not that special that people spend all their time talking about me. My pdoc says he doesnt really know how to treat this because it isnt psychosis because rationally I understand it is not true.
Anyway, it gets so tiring, to have the emotional response that people are hating you in their thoughts, or conversations, when you arent there, and to feel so injured by that, that I just dont want to have to be around people at all.
It makes me just want to stay in my house. Sometimes I even want to avoid talking to my husband cause I dont know what he is thinking about me. And he has always been supportive of my struggles with depression, hyperemesis, and now this. There is no reason he would be thinking negativly about me at every interaction. It is just my stupid paranoia.
Is this just me. Is this PTSD? Do other people feel this way? I feel like I lost my identity with the trauma of my pregnancy.