My friends don’t bat an eyelid. We are all like 50 or so and most have baggage. I just happen to have sz and a psychosis in my past. If they did I wouldn’t be friends with them to be honest.
I think my friends kinda keep some distance cause they don’t want to overwhelm me? I guess my relationships pre and post-sz is different because I have changed more. Like I used to laugh a lot and now I don’t and I have less social drive.
I distanced myself from a friend who said psychiatrists seem more crazy than crazy people. Figured out what he was trying to say. I hadn’t told him about my illness. It didn’t help that he would speak behind others back. That created unnecessary misunderstandings with other friends.
My negative symptoms and anxiety started a year before my first psychotic episode. Right before that I got high on weed. I got high seldomly but I also wonder if that trip pushed along the disease. I went to eating disorder treatment after that and it was a ■■■■ show socially. I constantly thought people were sending me signs or hints in conversations and I couldn’t remember information.
I made the mistake of telling a friend, years ago, about my MI. She ranted about how diagnoses were unfairly skewed towards women and it’s a scam. I didn’t really know how to respond. The next time we were supposed to get together, she just texted me and said that my medication had “changed me,” and she didn’t want to hang out anymore. Gosh I hope my meds changed me! At the time, it was just a mood stabilizer. BTW, we didn’t hang out for a long enough duration for her to see these supposed “changes.” We’d go to dinner then the movie theatre across the parking lot. We’d drive and leave in separate vehicles. So unless I was getting angry or frustrated a lot at dinner (I wasn’t), then that day I told her about my doctor’s visits and starting meds I was suddenly positive and upbeat, she wouldn’t have noticed anything. She’d never seen me upset from BP or anything that MI would do.
My current friend is a sweet elderly lady that I care about very much. We don’t go out often- just to lunch every few months- but I love her. I haven’t heard from her in a while, and I hope she’s okay. She knows nothing of my mental illness. I don’t tell people anymore if they aren’t family. Hard pass.