BarbaraHContributor
People avoid me.
I'm 59, have been in weekly therapy for 15+ years and have been unable to heal from schizoaffective disorder. Many people recognise the childish part of my nature and avoid me in case I get attached to them I like. Something seems to shine like a light from me that lets people know who I am.
My friends are getting fewer and fewer as the years go by. My male neighbours are wary of me, I have no friends at work (and work at all through the courtesy of a Mental Health service who employed me thinkingI would recover) and I have stopped going to groups where my anxiety can send me high. I realise that the richness of human relationships has passed me by.
It's time to let go of my psychiatrist whom I trust. He says I will never recover and must learn to manage myself alone. I feel depressed about stepping out into a lonely world where my illness itself makes people avoid me.
I feel alone in this.