Today got me wondering…
I was at one of my moms friends christmas party earlier (I only drank water btw) and I disclosed openly I have sz, like for the first time in my life I was able to do so. They were talking about this bipolar girl that needed to take zyprexa and because she gained so much weight on it, they wanted to take her off the medication and I said it wasn’t like that, she could probably use another ap, but to not take her off just because of the weight gain, she needs the medication to stay stable and all of that…
After that they started talking about a borderline girl, and the tone changed. Of course, this person did a lot of stupid and mean stuff and they were right to be mad at her, but the tone changed. Now she was to blame for her disorder, like it was her fault she was like that.
Got me wondering about all of those other times people blamed me for my actions because of my paranoia or because of my psychosis.
These particular bunch didn’t do that, but acted like they felt sorry for me. I didn’t like it, I actually realized I feel empowered by the illness. Makes me stronger to live with this.
Reminded me of my brother in law the other day leading me on a guilt trip because of my past behavior, sending little subtle messages like I need to get my ■■■■ together, because I’m the black sheep of the family.
I have my ■■■■ together now. I’m well aware of my mistakes, if he or my older sister bothered to call me and see how I’m doing they would know. But no, I’m lazy and an addict and I need constant reminder of that.
Other time, this “friend” made it clear that she “was better than me” because I have a mental illness and she doesn’t. Subtle little reminders of how I was so twisted and psychotic and she wasn’t.
That’s why I never disclose the illness to anyone. Did that today, actually felt good. Maybe I’ll just keep doing it to help end the little stigmas around me.
What venting do you need to do around this subject?