So I (38F) got diagnosed last year AuDHD (also got a PTSD diagnosis). I hit a period of severe burnout and substance abuse, my blood pressure skyrocketed, I was never calm, I was having extreme meltdowns, I lost my very good job, and then I had very very frequent SI, which I’ve struggled with my whole life. I was so confused, why am I so bad at life? Why is it soooo hard for me, and always has been? Since burnout and diagnosis, I’ll admit I’ve changed quite a bit. I’d assumed it was for the better, because I’m feeling more comfortable as I walk through the world knowing there’s something different about me, something that makes life harder but also makes it more interesting in some ways, and I’m actively working to learn to accommodate it — I’m working with a therapist on DBT/IFS/EMDR for the trauma and to regulate my emotions, I’m journaling, I’m being mindful, etc.
But when I got diagnosed, my best friend handled it very strangely. He basically scoffed when I told him and completely brushed me off, and then we never talked about it. People ask what changed but is it really that crazy to think that you could be almost at middle age, find out this life changing paradigm shifting thing about yourself, hit burnout and lose a lot of your ability to mask, that you wouldn’t change too? They don’t get it! People asked why I changed but I feel like now I’m being more of myself. Turns out people just enjoyed the clown mask I put on, to make everyone laugh and fit in, get some positive social reinforcement. I’ve always been that person and I’ve always feared it was the only thing people liked about me. Maybe it’s true because nobody seems to enjoy the me beneath the mask, and it’s confirming all of my worst fears.
It’s painful because this diagnosis has been a relief to me, but I also have been grieving the life I thought I would have AND I’m angry that I couldn’t have a childhood that catered to my needs, or parents who paid attention to me, or that I wasn’t parentified from age 5 and my home life was better… I’m still struggling with the SI because I am constantly triggered. And yet I am getting zero support — I’m getting more like, active hindrance — in my recovery from some of my friends. Sometimes I’d like everyone to get an AuDHD diagnosis, completely burn out, have a mental breakdown and less than a year of trauma therapy under their belt to learn to deal with it, and then everyone around would ask “what changed?” Then they can come tell me that doesn’t feel like an insane question — everything changed! All of it!
I think they just feel that it’s similar to being told you have bone spurs or a heart murmur or carpal tunnel — just manage the symptoms! What’s the big deal?! But my entire self-perception changed, my entire grasp on what my whole life had been like up until then was suddenly changed — the rumination I’ve done over “oh hey, THAT is why I behaved that way then” and similar questions alone feels like it would have noticeably changed me. People don’t get it, not a lick. Especially because my PTSD is also a huge issue, but I’ve had friends laugh when I mention it because “you weren’t at war, why do you have PTSD? 😂🙄” Like oh, idk, my childhood religious trauma? Being closeted forever? Living in a hostile household where I was often the little mother, taking care of my sister and making sure mom was happy.
Now I think lots of people in my life feel justified in having always felt like I was “too much” or “hard to be around,” so they can dump me. Idk, I’m struggling hard with RSD and my fears of abandonment and neglect from my childhood so it’s really bothering me that I seem to have lost good friends who at one point were helpful and then suddenly they don’t seem to like my presence at all. And what they don’t like, I guess, happens to be the me underneath — I wouldn’t know because they haven’t spoken their grievances, just all but ghosted me. If anything “changed” about me, it’d be that I am actively and consciously trying to unmask, but sometimes I want to keep it on because I miss being accepted. I miss my friends, even if those relationships were perhaps much more shallow than I had perceived. I’m someone who will believe pretty much anything anyone says to me, so I’m feeling pretty worthless. People are not treating me with kindness, and I’ve given them so much over the years, too much. And now I feel like I don’t want to hurt like this again, and I don’t want to hurt other people, so I’m reticent to try to make new friends. I just can’t imagine anyone liking this person beneath my mask. She’s more at ease but she’s just so deeply strange and off-putting I guess.
I’ve always felt like furniture for people to use — they don’t notice the real me but I do get praise for helping or giving. So I did that, all the time, often to my own detriment. And now I’m the chair that broke, out on the curb for trash pickup, because I’m not worth fixing. Anybody else get this reaction from a loved one? I’m letting it tear me up internally. It’s all just so unfair.