Caerulus
September 12th, 2013, 03:18 PM
not sure if this is the right section to post this thread or if it should be in family and friends but whatever
EDIT: Okay, I realise this is a massive post and I totally didn't mean for it to be, I'm sorry. If you read all the way to the end, thankyou so much, it means a lot ♥♥
Let me start by saying that I am always the person my friends turn to if they want someone to talk to or if they want some advice or whatever. I am practically the group therapist, but I don't mind - in fact, I'm glad that my friends know there is someone who will listen even when it seems like no-one else will, or when it's quite a personal issue they don't want anyone else to know about.
I know what it is like to seek comfort or advice and only receive an "aw poor you" or an "I don't really know what to say, I'm sorry" in response, so I always think carefully about what I'm going to say to ensure that my friends don't have to feel like they're alone in whatever's causing the upset. I try my best to give long, helpful and thoughtful answers no matter how I'm feeling at the time.
For example, I've stayed up most of the night with one of my friends when she was worried about her home life, even though I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, and have spent an afternoon reassuring another when she was told her mum may have cancer, despite the fact that I was royally pissed off with her at the time. (Her mum is fine, btw.)
But, anyway.
I finally decided to open up to my closest friend about how I've been feeling for the past almost-a-year. It was one of the scariest things I've ever done and I spent about three hours writing this email to her that I finally sent in the middle of the night. She replied fairly quickly (thank God) and I started crying because she was really understanding and comforting and it was really emotional for the both of us, I think.
However, she started saying that she understood what I was feeling because she hurts herself like I do, although for different reasons, and from what I could gather neither as frequently nor to the extent that I do. She said she was so glad she wasn't the only one and now she doesn't feel so alone etc etc.
Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad she opened up to me about it and that she feels better now she's told someone, and I can't believe I didn't notice before.
But... I just... I'd spent ages putting myself in a really vulnerable position and I just wanted... I just wanted it to be about me for once. I always put my friends before myself when they need me to and, for once, I just wanted someone to do the same for me - to return the favour. Is that so bad? She said she didn't want me to think she was turning the conversation on to her, but I couldn't help it, because that's what it felt like. I knew that was being slightly unfair to her though, so I brushed it off and, as usual, spent the remainder of the conversation comforting her.
Over the next few days I tried to be as honest as possible with her about how I was feeling, but it quickly disintegrated into "aw, again? aw, I'm sorry, do you want to talk about it?". I appreciated the offers, I really did, but it just felt like I was being a bother and I was starting to think that despite what she'd said, she didn't actually understand how I'd been feeling. So, I went back to the old "I'm fine"s. She didn't notice.
The other day though, I found out about something that matched how I'd been feeling exactly - better than generalised anxiety or the various types of depression I'd wondered if I had before. (It's social anxiety disorder, if you must know.) I was so freaked out but also relieved that I just had to tell her. Once I'd explained what the symptoms were and how they related back to me though, the response I got was "it sounds like you have that, I think you should go see someone. but omg I think I have that too", and another two or three paragraphs about how some of the symptoms kind of described how she felt.
I just... Why did she have to keep making it about her? Is it unfair of me to think that; am I just being a bitch? I'm glad she feels better about herself, of course I am. But... I just want someone to be there for me for once, like I am for everyone else. Is that too much to ask?
EDIT: Okay, I realise this is a massive post and I totally didn't mean for it to be, I'm sorry. If you read all the way to the end, thankyou so much, it means a lot ♥♥
Let me start by saying that I am always the person my friends turn to if they want someone to talk to or if they want some advice or whatever. I am practically the group therapist, but I don't mind - in fact, I'm glad that my friends know there is someone who will listen even when it seems like no-one else will, or when it's quite a personal issue they don't want anyone else to know about.
I know what it is like to seek comfort or advice and only receive an "aw poor you" or an "I don't really know what to say, I'm sorry" in response, so I always think carefully about what I'm going to say to ensure that my friends don't have to feel like they're alone in whatever's causing the upset. I try my best to give long, helpful and thoughtful answers no matter how I'm feeling at the time.
For example, I've stayed up most of the night with one of my friends when she was worried about her home life, even though I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, and have spent an afternoon reassuring another when she was told her mum may have cancer, despite the fact that I was royally pissed off with her at the time. (Her mum is fine, btw.)
But, anyway.
I finally decided to open up to my closest friend about how I've been feeling for the past almost-a-year. It was one of the scariest things I've ever done and I spent about three hours writing this email to her that I finally sent in the middle of the night. She replied fairly quickly (thank God) and I started crying because she was really understanding and comforting and it was really emotional for the both of us, I think.
However, she started saying that she understood what I was feeling because she hurts herself like I do, although for different reasons, and from what I could gather neither as frequently nor to the extent that I do. She said she was so glad she wasn't the only one and now she doesn't feel so alone etc etc.
Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad she opened up to me about it and that she feels better now she's told someone, and I can't believe I didn't notice before.
But... I just... I'd spent ages putting myself in a really vulnerable position and I just wanted... I just wanted it to be about me for once. I always put my friends before myself when they need me to and, for once, I just wanted someone to do the same for me - to return the favour. Is that so bad? She said she didn't want me to think she was turning the conversation on to her, but I couldn't help it, because that's what it felt like. I knew that was being slightly unfair to her though, so I brushed it off and, as usual, spent the remainder of the conversation comforting her.
Over the next few days I tried to be as honest as possible with her about how I was feeling, but it quickly disintegrated into "aw, again? aw, I'm sorry, do you want to talk about it?". I appreciated the offers, I really did, but it just felt like I was being a bother and I was starting to think that despite what she'd said, she didn't actually understand how I'd been feeling. So, I went back to the old "I'm fine"s. She didn't notice.
The other day though, I found out about something that matched how I'd been feeling exactly - better than generalised anxiety or the various types of depression I'd wondered if I had before. (It's social anxiety disorder, if you must know.) I was so freaked out but also relieved that I just had to tell her. Once I'd explained what the symptoms were and how they related back to me though, the response I got was "it sounds like you have that, I think you should go see someone. but omg I think I have that too", and another two or three paragraphs about how some of the symptoms kind of described how she felt.
I just... Why did she have to keep making it about her? Is it unfair of me to think that; am I just being a bitch? I'm glad she feels better about herself, of course I am. But... I just want someone to be there for me for once, like I am for everyone else. Is that too much to ask?