michel said:
For those of you who suffer from mental problems, how are you (and your ilness) perceived by family members ?
My brother-in-law, who suffers from depression (since he was a late teen at least) has been treated by the family as the "black sheep" and "neer-do-well" for far too long, just because the family dynamic is NOT to talk about things. Only his mother knew his real problem, and the rest were left to assume he was just lazy and irresponsible and a drunkard. Well, gosh, when he was not on the medication he needed, alcohol was a means of self-medication. I feel he has been judged harshly rather than supported, though in the past few years that has (thankfully) changed.
For the past few years, I've suffered bouts of depression for several reasons that have since been fixed. It's not the same as suffering a lifetime with depression, because at least once we figured out what the problem was -- I knew there was an end in sight (and have since reached it...this year!)
It took me somewhere on 2 years to even realize that something was wrong, another year to find someone in the healing profession who could actually do something about it.
I don't think I've been as supported as well as I could have been by my family, but I find it impossible to blame them. If I didn't know what was going on myself, they could hardly be expected to know.
It was as if one year they had a wife and mom who was active and capable, and the next year there was this near-invalid on the sofa most of the week. Even looking back on it, it still seems surreal.
Are they supportive ? Do they actually validate the way you feel ?...do you think that they treat you as if there is nothing wrong with you - and then lash out because your reactions, your needs are so 'out of step' with what is expected ?
I've gotten clearer about what's going on with me and asking for what I need, so they know when I need support, and what form that support needs to take. I find it's absolutely critical to remind myself that my family and friends are not psychic, and I need to give them information about what's up and ask clearly for whatever I need.
There was a period of about a year when my husband needed some convincing that there was actually something wrong with me (the kids required little convincing -- more malleble minds I guess!). In some ways, he hid from the problem by hibernating up in his office. But with help from a mutual friend and our kinesiologist, he managed to come around and understand what was going on, and when he found there was some concrete action to take, he stopped hiding.
He's always been the most supportive when others are sick, which is both a good and bad thing. The good part is obvious. The bad part is, at times the only way I could get his attention is by...being sick. That only encourages me to be sicker, in a way, when sometimes I needed encouragement to get up and move around.