angel2write
Diamond Member
Well, I think I lost another friend. Same old same old.
Things are great. We like each other, have fun together, etc. I warn them about my issues, try to explain what it's like when I have an attack. They say fine, they understand, everybody has problems, etc. And I think "yay! Someone who can love me the way I am!"
Then blam. I actually have an attack in front of them. And the silence begins.
At first it might just be normal silence. And then, a few hours later, it might be processing silence. I reach out a feeler, expressing yet again that it wasn't their fault, that I'm sorry, that I work to control my issues but sometimes they break free and cavort around a bit. I apologize for anything I think I did that might have hurt them.
And the silence continues.
The days pass and I wonder if, given time, they might be willing to talk about what happened. About how they feel. Give me a chance to try and fix things.
But no.
And then, the final test: we meet somewhere. I wave. They smile a polite smile and turn away. And I know I have lost again.
I feel shame. I feel pain. I desperately wish I could be different. That I could be properly sane. That there were some magic way to make it stop happening. But the ugly truth is, that if you're going to be intimate friends with me, sooner or later, you're going to see me lose my shit. I never hurt anyone physically, I never even attack anyone verbally. But apparently normal friendships can't handle the crisis of seeing me cowering on the floor, crying, apologizing, or possibly chewing my wrists, hitting my own face, or talking in a child's voice.
Sigh.
So, let's start the silence clock. Attack was last night. Friend failed to check in the morning after a party, which they ALWAYS do. Friend failed to respond to my text message, which they nearly always do. Experience says that if there's no contact whatsoever on the first day, there's about a fifty percent chance it's irretrievably over. No contact in three days and it's dead, Jim.
I wish all the people who tell me that I have no need to worry, I should just "be myself" and people will love me could try ACTUALLY BEING ME for a couple of months and see how well that works out for them.
Things are great. We like each other, have fun together, etc. I warn them about my issues, try to explain what it's like when I have an attack. They say fine, they understand, everybody has problems, etc. And I think "yay! Someone who can love me the way I am!"
Then blam. I actually have an attack in front of them. And the silence begins.
At first it might just be normal silence. And then, a few hours later, it might be processing silence. I reach out a feeler, expressing yet again that it wasn't their fault, that I'm sorry, that I work to control my issues but sometimes they break free and cavort around a bit. I apologize for anything I think I did that might have hurt them.
And the silence continues.
The days pass and I wonder if, given time, they might be willing to talk about what happened. About how they feel. Give me a chance to try and fix things.
But no.
And then, the final test: we meet somewhere. I wave. They smile a polite smile and turn away. And I know I have lost again.
I feel shame. I feel pain. I desperately wish I could be different. That I could be properly sane. That there were some magic way to make it stop happening. But the ugly truth is, that if you're going to be intimate friends with me, sooner or later, you're going to see me lose my shit. I never hurt anyone physically, I never even attack anyone verbally. But apparently normal friendships can't handle the crisis of seeing me cowering on the floor, crying, apologizing, or possibly chewing my wrists, hitting my own face, or talking in a child's voice.
Sigh.
So, let's start the silence clock. Attack was last night. Friend failed to check in the morning after a party, which they ALWAYS do. Friend failed to respond to my text message, which they nearly always do. Experience says that if there's no contact whatsoever on the first day, there's about a fifty percent chance it's irretrievably over. No contact in three days and it's dead, Jim.
I wish all the people who tell me that I have no need to worry, I should just "be myself" and people will love me could try ACTUALLY BEING ME for a couple of months and see how well that works out for them.
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