LastManstanding
Don Juan
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Just a question for everyone on here reading. I am sitting here typing out a post just waking up from a bad night I had.
It seems that when people start to get really close with me I do whatever I can to push them away. This happened to me in the past with some girlfriends, but now it happens with most friends. I keep finding myself going back to the same self-destructive patterns.
I do not know what is wrong with me sometimes. I will go through two different identities
The Good side
- Very charismatic
- outgoing and friendly
- Loves talking to women
- Works out every day and loves it
- Just positive and easy to get along with
The Bad Side
- Extreme paranoia (worried that I am going to get worked over financially, mentally, spiritually, etc.)
- Fleeting bursts of anger (inability to maintain my cool, will say and do things that I do not mean)
- Depression (sadness over past trauma and experience)
- Very heavy "fleeting" tactics (will burn social bridges from paranoia, trying to get people to leave me alone)
I really do not want to believe that I have a mental disorder, but the one I was diagnosed with seems to be causing me a large amount of pain. I go to a therapist to just overload him with all my negative energy, which makes me feel better temporarily.
My therapist tells me that I have developed a fleeting personality from growing up in a broken home. My parents were never married and custody changed hands about 5 times from age 5-17. They are both in bad shape now, both are in their mid-40s with heavy drug addiction issues. They constantly went from a state of good to bad. I never knew if I could rely on them. It breaks my heart that I could not get them to stop.
I miss some people. I miss my mom and dad. I swore to myself that I would not have anything to do with them, they try to steal from me and talk down to me. I can not deal with addiction anymore, I don't want to see them sick.
I miss one of my Ex's. I was going through some rough times with my parents and went into depression. She didn't think I was capable of letting things get to me and she lost interest in me because I wasn't fun to be around. I knew in my gut that she was on her way out and I dropped her stuff off at her work and never replied to her again. She was blindsided from the breakup and called me every bad name in the book. One thing she told me is that the way I treated her that I will never outgrow what my father has become. That hurt me deeply. I was truly sad, I didn't want to be dumped when I already was feeling depressed.
Some of the people in the past that I have cut out have really deserved it, but others have not. I hope that some of those people can forgive me. I told my dad in October that I have to cut all ties until he goes to rehab. My Dad's best friend died last week. They were best friends and roommates for over 30+ years. He called me and I hung the phone up on him and blocked his number. His best friend was like a sober uncle to me, they always lived together so I would normally ask him for advice. I did not shed a single tear and have not felt "sadness" over his death.
I do not know what to expect from this post or really from anyone reply. I hope someone can shed some light on my situation. I'm 24 and still have 3 semesters in college before its out into the real world. I just want to have petty, typical, college fun. I can develop social circles and generate opportunities, especially given where I live. It is just scary to know that I am capable of sabotaging that too. Thank you all for reading
It seems that when people start to get really close with me I do whatever I can to push them away. This happened to me in the past with some girlfriends, but now it happens with most friends. I keep finding myself going back to the same self-destructive patterns.
I do not know what is wrong with me sometimes. I will go through two different identities
The Good side
- Very charismatic
- outgoing and friendly
- Loves talking to women
- Works out every day and loves it
- Just positive and easy to get along with
The Bad Side
- Extreme paranoia (worried that I am going to get worked over financially, mentally, spiritually, etc.)
- Fleeting bursts of anger (inability to maintain my cool, will say and do things that I do not mean)
- Depression (sadness over past trauma and experience)
- Very heavy "fleeting" tactics (will burn social bridges from paranoia, trying to get people to leave me alone)
I really do not want to believe that I have a mental disorder, but the one I was diagnosed with seems to be causing me a large amount of pain. I go to a therapist to just overload him with all my negative energy, which makes me feel better temporarily.
My therapist tells me that I have developed a fleeting personality from growing up in a broken home. My parents were never married and custody changed hands about 5 times from age 5-17. They are both in bad shape now, both are in their mid-40s with heavy drug addiction issues. They constantly went from a state of good to bad. I never knew if I could rely on them. It breaks my heart that I could not get them to stop.
I miss some people. I miss my mom and dad. I swore to myself that I would not have anything to do with them, they try to steal from me and talk down to me. I can not deal with addiction anymore, I don't want to see them sick.
I miss one of my Ex's. I was going through some rough times with my parents and went into depression. She didn't think I was capable of letting things get to me and she lost interest in me because I wasn't fun to be around. I knew in my gut that she was on her way out and I dropped her stuff off at her work and never replied to her again. She was blindsided from the breakup and called me every bad name in the book. One thing she told me is that the way I treated her that I will never outgrow what my father has become. That hurt me deeply. I was truly sad, I didn't want to be dumped when I already was feeling depressed.
Some of the people in the past that I have cut out have really deserved it, but others have not. I hope that some of those people can forgive me. I told my dad in October that I have to cut all ties until he goes to rehab. My Dad's best friend died last week. They were best friends and roommates for over 30+ years. He called me and I hung the phone up on him and blocked his number. His best friend was like a sober uncle to me, they always lived together so I would normally ask him for advice. I did not shed a single tear and have not felt "sadness" over his death.
I do not know what to expect from this post or really from anyone reply. I hope someone can shed some light on my situation. I'm 24 and still have 3 semesters in college before its out into the real world. I just want to have petty, typical, college fun. I can develop social circles and generate opportunities, especially given where I live. It is just scary to know that I am capable of sabotaging that too. Thank you all for reading
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