Whiplash

My mental health moves to try and destroy me fast, so I have to be faster. It’s a full-time job keeping up with medication, therapy, group, etc. I’m getting to the point where I’m stable again, after having been through the ringer the past several months. I have alienated many people, some of which I noticed and some of which I didn’t. I just woke up one day thinking about them and boom, gone.

That’s certainly okay, I don’t control whether people want to be in my life or not. Just because it’s okay doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. I can only maintain that I don’t care about other people’s opinions for so long. I do care, I just cannot let other’s opinions of me be more important than my opinion of myself.

My opinion of myself is quite low, but that’s the point of therapy and group. I know that I need to learn more coping mechanisms to be tapped into the community again. I feel unmoored with the Aada situation and am transitioning to more solid ground. I know that one day I’ll wake up and it won’t be painful anymore…. Or I’ll wake up to an email from her because she tried to let the relationship lie and couldn’t.

It’s a crapshoot, but the best indication of past behavior is the future.

When Aada said it would have been nice to go back to the beginning, but I guess we are past that, I wanted to scream “don’t use final words if ‘you guess,’ because I’m not rejecting you.” But here’s the thing about Aada. She has the capability to change her mind, and to let my words change her.

Maybe something will resonate, but I don’t want to feel like a burden anymore.

Feeling like a burden to your friends and family is the danger zone with bipolar disorder and ADHD. Impulsive behavior and a permanent solution to a temporary problem. It compounds when you know you are responsible for the problem. I have all the resources I need to deal with my depression, though, and I’m proud of myself for doing all the right things.

I have eaten ice cream, I have taken long baths, I have wished the people in my life who have taken space well. I am just trying to live my life over here, accepting all who show up and trying to forget about unreturned affection. It’s not good to focus on people who don’t show up, because you miss the love of the people who do.

I am really not lonely in the grand scheme of things because I have a ton of friends all over the world. It’s a specific type of loneliness, which is being able to have face time with my friends. I am sure that I will travel eventually, but right now I need to focus on getting out and about closer to home. I need to increase the chance that I will find relationships that sustain me here.

I could try dating, but dating someone and having it go wrong means the lack of another friend. I feel much better in the friend zone, because those relationships aren’t normally mercurial. You bond through activity and keep it light. I’m just not in a space to take down the barbed wire around my heart. I need it to keep people out until I figure out my own life. I wouldn’t be a good partner to anyone and I know that.

They say no relationships during the first year at AA, and I don’t think Cognitive Behavioral Health should be any different. I need time to “turn the judgment on myself” and get it together. I need a routine and a structure that allows me to keep my home ready to host and my focus on the things that fulfill me. Once I have those two things in place, then maybe I won’t get the shakes at going out with someone.

Keeping friendships light while I do the deep dive is allowing me to get to know people without putting too much on a relationship in the beginning. An explosive connection turns mercurial fast, because if you love each other that much, the knock down drag outs will be legend…….. Wait for it…… Dary.

I don’t need a cycle of lovebomb and discard, even if the lovebombing is mutual and not toxic. Lovebombing is unsustainable and hell coming down off all those chemicals. Not having the heat of new relationship energy anymore causes a lot of couples to break up, because they think it should be that heightened sense all the time.

I cannot afford to lose anyone right now.

I talk to my friends on the internet and wish for hugs.

It’s hard out here for a writer, because honest to blog it is the bane of my existence. Strangers love me, but my writing isolates people when “when people stop being polite, and start getting real.” My life actually got better when I stopped mind reading and started being kind but not polite. All of the sudden I had boundaries and could express my opinion, going toe to toe with people instead of cowering and trying to please them all the time.

It was social masking to cover my weird.

Unmasking is one of the hardest processes there is, because it comes with a chorus of “you’re different” and “why is autism your entire personality now?” I cannot explain the difference between masking and being unmasked without it. Masking means being uncomfortable to the point of nausea trying not to express your needs because people think they’re stupid. Your clothes/food/etc. cannot really be bothering you that much. Meanwhile, you are screaming inside your skin trying not to argue. People jump from my needs not being real to infantilizing me quickly.

I have learned to talk to other neurodivergent people because it’s a different life, that’s for sure.

I need for people to understand why the wrong socks can ruin my day and not give me shit about it.

I need for people to understand that I have a large weighted plush to force emotional regulation, not because I’m being “childish.” My sensory issues require these things and deserve respect. I don’t have a service dog, so a weighted plush is the next best thing.

In short, I am a whole mood, and that’s what’s scary about opening up. That’s what’s scary about losing friends after you’ve already done it.

I think it says a lot about me that I have no problem opening up here, but it takes a lot to get me to talk.

Unless I’m social masking, so people won’t reject me and not because they would….. Because I think they would based on past experiences. That’s all my own bag and I’m working on it. The world is not nearly as fraught as I see it. I make mountains out of molehills and stay away from people, needing an engraved invitation to believe I’m really invited.

I need secure connections, and I have them. It is a process to lean in rather than taking in all the rejection I feel.

But I am not feeling sorry for myself. I can’t. I have millions of words here explaining to me exactly what I did to alienate people, and am finding a way forward to be a writer and a friend at the same time.