4na11
Active Member
Emotional Risk
The few people I trust, that could help me out if my emotional stability gets compromised are not willing to do so. I am a burden for them and they have expressed they don’t want to be in this position of being my rescuers. If I force them to do so, they usually fail, cancel, don’t show up, don’t take it seriously, make me feel much worse. I realized that, even though they are the only ones I have, they are as good as having no one.
So, if they call and ask how I am doing, I must learn to answer as neurotypicals do, and just say, ‘fine, thanks!’ Because if I start opening my heart and showing how much in need I am, it only makes me feel more rejected, and they look like narcissistic psychopaths that are unable to feel any kind of empathy.
The risk I am taking is that I won’t be informing anyone around me of how serious my imbalance is. I mean, besides my psychiatrist, no one will know. So, if things start getting too serious, I will get right to a mental institution without people being aware it was a process.
This total lack of minimum support frightens me, but it is more a matter of an acceptance than a choice. It is not that I am choosing to be by myself. I am realizing I am. So I need to stop pretending they will be there for me, because they won’t.
It is time for me to take the emotional risk, it is time for me to be the one to manage my emotional imbalances, and I am in the middle of one of them and not doing so well. Really frightening situation.
The few people I trust, that could help me out if my emotional stability gets compromised are not willing to do so. I am a burden for them and they have expressed they don’t want to be in this position of being my rescuers. If I force them to do so, they usually fail, cancel, don’t show up, don’t take it seriously, make me feel much worse. I realized that, even though they are the only ones I have, they are as good as having no one.
So, if they call and ask how I am doing, I must learn to answer as neurotypicals do, and just say, ‘fine, thanks!’ Because if I start opening my heart and showing how much in need I am, it only makes me feel more rejected, and they look like narcissistic psychopaths that are unable to feel any kind of empathy.
The risk I am taking is that I won’t be informing anyone around me of how serious my imbalance is. I mean, besides my psychiatrist, no one will know. So, if things start getting too serious, I will get right to a mental institution without people being aware it was a process.
This total lack of minimum support frightens me, but it is more a matter of an acceptance than a choice. It is not that I am choosing to be by myself. I am realizing I am. So I need to stop pretending they will be there for me, because they won’t.
It is time for me to take the emotional risk, it is time for me to be the one to manage my emotional imbalances, and I am in the middle of one of them and not doing so well. Really frightening situation.