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If I don't get this out, I won't sleep well tonight :( Sorry if it doesn't make sense. Note: I have two interviews coming up.
After months of procrastinating of looking for a new roommate (horrible previous experience, and anxiety of sharing my space and demons with someone), I've found the perfect roommate and she moved in a week ago. God could not have sent me a more perfect person (and potential friend). She's much older and we connect on many levels.
The energy between us changed this week and something is off. I really really wanted her to like me :( She has been dropping hints that she isn't comfortable with me being unemployed. Every day she asks me what I did that day, which is waking up kind of late and staying at home for longer than an employed person would. And then some errands, and my therapy appointment.
There is more tension today, and I was hoping to dispel it by talking to her, but it's still present. :(
I can tell that her impression of me is that of a very lazy person with no ambition, who relies on her family (my source of Complex PTSD) to pay for everything. She doesn't know that I'm in touch with my "family" until I'm self-reliant; that a family member is the guarantor only, but that I have been paying for my share of the rent and bills and drying up my meager savings... that all of this furniture that they gave me for free, they did so out of concern and out of a desire for me to be comfortable - not because they are "rich" and that I'm a spoiled brat.
Should I openly tell her these things, or what? (And risk scaring her away?)
I've already got two interviews lined up, and am positive that I will be hired and will do well - this is after five months of being scared of being employed again. Basically, I just went from not functioning for a few months, to doing great, but instead I feel a resentment coming from a person who I really wanted to like me. I really really feel for her and see her point of view. She is not wrong at all. I just wish I wouldn't feel so embarrassed and ashamed. And my fear is coming true... that my personal demons are palpable by those that share my space.
I was hoping not to have to feel tension in this place again. I hate worrying... it's the bane of my existence. Won't sleep well tonight. :(
edit: Last thought... To hold on to my roommate is the call of a trumpet to get my life in line with the lives of the Functioning Ones. Which is a scary thought. I'm going to have to mimic normal patterns of human beings, and the luxury of telling myself that I don't "feel" well and can take the whole day off, for four days out of the week, is no longer available to me. It's akin to not having a mast to hold on to, as your ship sinks. But, on the bright side, I don't think anything else will get me as motivated to start living the life I'm meant to be living, as the fear of losing her?
After months of procrastinating of looking for a new roommate (horrible previous experience, and anxiety of sharing my space and demons with someone), I've found the perfect roommate and she moved in a week ago. God could not have sent me a more perfect person (and potential friend). She's much older and we connect on many levels.
The energy between us changed this week and something is off. I really really wanted her to like me :( She has been dropping hints that she isn't comfortable with me being unemployed. Every day she asks me what I did that day, which is waking up kind of late and staying at home for longer than an employed person would. And then some errands, and my therapy appointment.
There is more tension today, and I was hoping to dispel it by talking to her, but it's still present. :(
I can tell that her impression of me is that of a very lazy person with no ambition, who relies on her family (my source of Complex PTSD) to pay for everything. She doesn't know that I'm in touch with my "family" until I'm self-reliant; that a family member is the guarantor only, but that I have been paying for my share of the rent and bills and drying up my meager savings... that all of this furniture that they gave me for free, they did so out of concern and out of a desire for me to be comfortable - not because they are "rich" and that I'm a spoiled brat.
Should I openly tell her these things, or what? (And risk scaring her away?)
I've already got two interviews lined up, and am positive that I will be hired and will do well - this is after five months of being scared of being employed again. Basically, I just went from not functioning for a few months, to doing great, but instead I feel a resentment coming from a person who I really wanted to like me. I really really feel for her and see her point of view. She is not wrong at all. I just wish I wouldn't feel so embarrassed and ashamed. And my fear is coming true... that my personal demons are palpable by those that share my space.
I was hoping not to have to feel tension in this place again. I hate worrying... it's the bane of my existence. Won't sleep well tonight. :(
edit: Last thought... To hold on to my roommate is the call of a trumpet to get my life in line with the lives of the Functioning Ones. Which is a scary thought. I'm going to have to mimic normal patterns of human beings, and the luxury of telling myself that I don't "feel" well and can take the whole day off, for four days out of the week, is no longer available to me. It's akin to not having a mast to hold on to, as your ship sinks. But, on the bright side, I don't think anything else will get me as motivated to start living the life I'm meant to be living, as the fear of losing her?
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