I feel misunderstood, but I sensed it was coming because I was space restricted in articulating everything. I'm too complex for the chosen venue. Click here to see what I mean.
I feel misunderstood, but I sensed it was coming because I was space restricted in articulating everything. I'm too complex for the chosen venue. Click here to see what I mean.
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Welcome to MY world, now. I got so tired of trying to be understood, that I don't really try anymore. I need my energy for other things. No one cares, May. They just want us to act like big, major things are no more bothersome than tiny mosquito bites. I guess these days, when I mess up by reaching out for some understanding and hear the same trite trash, I just kind of smile, pat the fool on the head, shut my mouth, and go on about my business. Of course, this is not conducive to actually liking anyone, but such is life.
I expected so muc more from a therapist working on a highly credible Website.
My take on this was:*Although I, the therapist, only know you from a character-limited online submission, I infer that you must have been a bitch to your friends and that's why they left--and it's why you deserved that.
*Definitely try to make friends, but wait until you both have a real emotional investment in the relationship before you reveal the stigmatized chronic condition that runs your life. People really love those kinds of surprises, and honestly, it makes it so much easier for them to then attribute every negative micro-moment of your life to your wacky illness. (When you have BP, nobody takes your emotions seriously anymore.)*You have a job, your husband didn't leave you despite the BP (and you are lucky!), you've achieved BP stability, and you help people for a living. Yet you say you're lonely? What's wrong with you, you greedy, whiney bitch? Your life is just fine. What in the world do you need friends for?
I hear you, May. I really, really do.
Just goes to prove that not all therapists are cut out for the job. This one in particular needs a good kick in the shins. I don't know that I've ever seen such prejudice coming from a health professional. I mean could she have been any LESS on the side of the patient?
Look who's the bitch now. I wonder how she'd feel if her friends see her for who she really is and abandon her.
Sigh. Maybe I should have sent her the link to my blog. Not so she could read it--just so she could get an idea of what support actually looks like, even when you've never met the writer.
{{{{{{May}}}}}}
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