I have one amazing friend irl. She’s the most wholesome, beautiful person I’ve ever met. I’ve never heard her be nasty to anyone. If anyone deserves the best in life, it’s this woman. She’s the only person I have who is supportive and aware of my psychosis.
My father, whom I’m staying with, is the very opposite. He’s hyper critical of everyone. He’s always calling people stupid, and praising himself for everything he does. When he makes a mistake, it’s ok, but if others do, it’s severe. He feels attacked when anyone disagrees with him, and he promptly puts them down, and punishes them. If ever he realizes their idea is the right way, he proudly proclaims he came up with it. He constantly talks about how every woman he meets wants him, and is always talking in graphic detail about his sexual exploits. I know all about his sex life, always have.
He asks me yesterday, “when are you going to let me meet that hot friend of yours? Isn’t she hot?” I’m extremely protective of my friends, especially this one, and this almost triggered me. But I laughed and played it off, “no, it will never happen. She’s too good for you.” and even though my tone was lighthearted, he quickly turned on me, telling me I’m “so fcking selfish” with nothing but hate in his face.
Me, selfish, for protecting my friend from him. Might I add, HE HAS A FIANCE. Needless to say, he cheats on her all the time. Tells me about other women he fcks, and describes them as being his next wife, with all the details of their intimacy.
I was incredibly upset and asked him why he’s so nasty to me, why is he always putting me down? And I told him, I wish he could meet her, so he could see how she treats me in contrast to my own father. And then he threatened me with homelessness.
I get to see my friend today for the first time since being back in the same state. She was the one I lived with before I moved to Colorado, which happened just before my psychosis. She’s the only one I’ve been able to talk to openly about it, who I also know irl.
I’m struggling more and more. My psychosis is getting stronger again, and I know it’s because of my environment. I haven’t been able to work lately either. It’s all too much. I know she’ll insist I get help, and I do have a psychiatrist appt in the next two weeks.
I might actually be getting help this time. If it weren’t for her, I don’t think I could.