zenman55Contributor
Friends ... and how to lose them
I have always had difficulty making and maintaining friendships. Painfully shy as a young person, and recognising now that I suffered from Bipolar Disorder type 2, it's a bit of a wonder I had any friends at all, but by the time I was 17 I had a handful of close knit friends.
Even in the midst of these friendships, I always felt an outsider, somehow pretending I was in on a joke I really didn't understand. And as for girls ... forget it. Like many people with social anxiety I had and still have no idea how to do 'small talk'.
Time goes by as it always does. As a teacher, I worked closely with others and as long as I was in a well defined category of 'colleague' I could be a friend to others and have others respect and like me. The basis of people liking me was always (in my perception) my competence as a professionalism. I always felt just one failure away from losing my friends.
Since retiring, and without the role of colleague, I've found it very hard to maintain friendships. The icing on the cake was a couple of hypomanic episodes in which I behaved poorly with regard to others. My unpredictability of mood has made me a 'difficult' man. After a particularly dopey passage earlier in the year I now find that I have no friends at all, except for my wife who has managed to struggle through all this with me. For this, she deserves all the credit and is my model of how to love someone, no matter what.
Other friends, lifelong friends, do not seek me out, and if I should contact them, make it abundantly clear that I am just too much trouble. I realised the other day that I do not have a friend in the world. It sounds depressing, I know, but I don't want to come across as deeply hurt. I am hurt, it's true, but there's a bit of anger there too.
I think of the situation and how it might be different if I had another more obvious illness. If I had cancer (but was not mentally ill) I'm quite sure all my old friends would visit me, comfort me and seek to help me in whatever way they could.
But I have a mood disorder. I'm not violent, I don't have delusions, I have no addictive behaviours and I'm not sexually promiscuous. I get depressed from time to time. I have social anxiety, and I'm irritable (and let's face it, a bit rude and anti-social sometimes)
These traits apparently cut me off from those I considered my friends. I get no comfort, no understanding and no consolation. At the very time I need to feel supported and valued as a human being, that support is withdrawn from me.
I'm interested in how others on this forum have navigated their experiences with friends.