Squibbet
05-08-08, 22:13
Although only recently diagnosed, when I think back, I've suffered from this most of my life. It's just that for the first 53 years, I was rarely completely or effectively alone and I've only actually been continuously alone for the past 6 years. It does explain previous breakdowns and some childhood events though. Due to other factors (self-consciousness due to my appearance, panic attacks, very low physical energy) I find it very difficult to get out and meet/visit people, but now that Mental health Services have finally kicked in, I go to a Resource Centre once or twice a week.
And therein lies a problem. I have the panic attack before the transport comes to collect me, but dose myself appropriately and screw up my courage and off I go. And I enjoy myself while I'm there ... I find relating to some of the other people a bit difficult, but there are a few I relate to quite well. I'm only there for the morning, but I always get my own taxi home to give myself the flexibility of doing shopping etc afterwards while I'm in town (I live in a small village). I took that option after yoga and lunch today ... did some 'theraputic'-type shopping :) and browsing, got groceries and other necessities, and generally completely wore myself out.
And then I got home. And the lonliness that's always there hit, but harder. As it always does. I sleep off the immediate weariness, and then I ... do nothing, basically. I can't seem to turn my mind to anything; nothing is adequate distraction; nothing holds my interest. I do a lot of staring at nothing, thinking of nothing.
I need these mornings in company. I need to re-learn how to meet people and make friends. But the intensified aloneness afterwards makes it feel almost masochistic, self-destructive, and I wonder sometimes if I should just give up on the idea and resign myself to ... being on my own. :shrug:
And therein lies a problem. I have the panic attack before the transport comes to collect me, but dose myself appropriately and screw up my courage and off I go. And I enjoy myself while I'm there ... I find relating to some of the other people a bit difficult, but there are a few I relate to quite well. I'm only there for the morning, but I always get my own taxi home to give myself the flexibility of doing shopping etc afterwards while I'm in town (I live in a small village). I took that option after yoga and lunch today ... did some 'theraputic'-type shopping :) and browsing, got groceries and other necessities, and generally completely wore myself out.
And then I got home. And the lonliness that's always there hit, but harder. As it always does. I sleep off the immediate weariness, and then I ... do nothing, basically. I can't seem to turn my mind to anything; nothing is adequate distraction; nothing holds my interest. I do a lot of staring at nothing, thinking of nothing.
I need these mornings in company. I need to re-learn how to meet people and make friends. But the intensified aloneness afterwards makes it feel almost masochistic, self-destructive, and I wonder sometimes if I should just give up on the idea and resign myself to ... being on my own. :shrug: