Post by Angel on Jan 3, 2015 10:28:52 GMT -7
It's practically inevitable - when someone (a friend, parent, family member, etc.) finds out about a struggle someone has been having, they almost always ask the cringe-worthy question: "I don't understand, why didn't you ask me for help?" For me, I had a hard time explaining that it wasn't personal, I didn't tell anyone, I didn't WANT help, I didn't want the attention - and they had a really, really hard time understanding how that could be possible.
And for someone who had a guilt complex already, it made it a lot worse when they took it personally and felt bad or like they had done something wrong to not be told about it.
The other part is - it's not like I woke up one day and decided I was depressed, anxious and wanted to hurt myself. It was a very gradual process for me. It wasn't until I was at the absolute lowest point in my pit that I realized I was in danger and needed help. I thought I was managing it with the self harm, but it was managing me, and I had a very difficult time explaining that, and having people around me feel personally wounded and attacked while I was trying to recover was tough. I made it, all's good - it IS possible to recover even with good, well-meaning people fucking it up.
Feel free to use this board to share any stories y'all have about trying to get people to understand what was going on - or just vent the frustration of helpfulness gone wrong. Please remember is is a yellow board so try and make sure nothing is too graphic.
You can do it!
Love,
Angel
And for someone who had a guilt complex already, it made it a lot worse when they took it personally and felt bad or like they had done something wrong to not be told about it.
The other part is - it's not like I woke up one day and decided I was depressed, anxious and wanted to hurt myself. It was a very gradual process for me. It wasn't until I was at the absolute lowest point in my pit that I realized I was in danger and needed help. I thought I was managing it with the self harm, but it was managing me, and I had a very difficult time explaining that, and having people around me feel personally wounded and attacked while I was trying to recover was tough. I made it, all's good - it IS possible to recover even with good, well-meaning people fucking it up.
Feel free to use this board to share any stories y'all have about trying to get people to understand what was going on - or just vent the frustration of helpfulness gone wrong. Please remember is is a yellow board so try and make sure nothing is too graphic.
You can do it!
Love,
Angel
