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Introductions
(beehaw.org)
Hi! I'm 40m with:
- Major depressive disorder, recurrent, in partial remission
- Post-traumatic stress disorder, chronic
- Autistic disorder
The first one I've known about and fought, to varying degrees of success, throughout most of adulthood. Sometimes I'm fine; content, motivated, unmedicated, truckin' along living my best life, and other times I need to ask for help. Luckily my depressive disorder manifests as a lack of executive function and disinterest in everything, so I haven't had any struggles with self harm or ideation.
The last few years of therapy - I thought primarily only for depression - have made me realize just how much PTSD I had from growing up. I had an awful home life as a child with two parents in way over their head, way too young, and without any good healthy coping strategies of their own. I learned to survive by:
- be afraid of everything all the time
- never ask for help
- never indicate blame
- never suggest any failings in anyone other than self
- make everyone laugh as much as possible; if they think you're funny, they are less likely to hurt you when they're angry
- be aware of every movement and emotion people are feeling at all times, no matter what
- be afraid. don't forget that part.
- oh, and it's vitally important you never, ever let people know you're afraid, because that makes them feel bad and they'll react by justifying your fear
So when I found out I was a high functioning autistic - it finally made everything I was feeling and trying to do throughout my entire life snap into place. I must have known that at some level I had to work 10x harder than someone without my challenges to read people. It was critical that I read people correctly at all times, and any failure could end in disaster. I was exhausted all the time around other people, because I had to be at the absolute top of my game, all of the time, or else. I use italics there because the reality is that was only true for a very small subset of two people, but what you know cerebrally and what you know in your lizard brain are two very different things.
I'll be untangling this mess for the foreseeable future, but I'm finally starting to extend myself grace and dabbling in some exposure therapy; simple things like "I'm sorry, this isn't what I ordered" are now possible, albeit hard.