One of the major things that contributed to my codependency with my husband was my anxiety disorders, including separation anxiety. I've been abandoned before, and lost my sister as a teenager, so letting my loved ones go is challenging for me. It's something I'm working on.
Nobody in my life who didn't NEED to know, knew about how I suffered my anxiety. That list basically comprised my immediate family, my closest friends, and my husband. I kept it under tight wraps. And only first relented a BIT when I had a severe mental breakdown in 2021. That was when I started being more open about my mental health struggles with my husband's family, friends outside of my immediate circle, a select few coworkers in passing, that kind of thing.
I'm not totally sure, but I feel like I regret it. Being honest helped take some of the immense pressure out of me, that I always suffered in silence. And it helps me be a more composed partner to my husband, which I greatly value and recognize as necessary. But these other people...I hate the way they treat me.
I've known some of these people for the majority of my life. I've known my husband's family for 15 years, nearly half of my life. They've only been aware of my mental illness for the last three years, and it's only been in like the last year and a half, that I've decided to open up to them and speak anecdotally about my experiences, or admit when I'm struggling and accept support of any kind. I've had these issues the whole entire time they've known me. But it's only been after I let them SEE it, that they've started treating me differently.
They act like I'm fragile, and I hate it. They jump to reassure me when I'm not even pressed. They hesitate to tell me 'bad or stressful' news. In my social circle, I was regarded as a tough, no-nonsense person, capable and direct - someone you went to when you wanted something done right and quickly. My opinion was sought on all kinds of problems, and I functioned as a leader among my families and friends. Now, I get pussyfooted around, and treated like a child who they feel protective of, and bad for.
I keep reassuring them more and more firmly that I'm okay, and can do without the kid gloves. But it is not working. It's making me wish I'd never opened up in the first place.
When people don't know how you suffer, they think you're strong and treat you like it. But allow them to see your vulnerable parts, and suddenly they treat you like you're weak...ugh
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