As someone with depression this is perhaps the worst way you could possibly treat me, I would genuenly rather someone tell me to go fuck myself with a rusty pipe than this
Would you mind to elaborate that? I am genuinely curious and want to learn. I am not quite sure what you are referring to - being looked at with admiration or being talked about in a derogative way (the teeth comment)? I can’t really wrap my head around and it seems like I am missing something.
It is the showing of adoration or, more specifically, people who romanticize our suffering; those who try to reassure us that we are still “beautiful/handsome/desirable” while we are at our lowest, haven’t taken care of our hygiene in weeks, and look like a disheveled mess of our former selves. It comes off as patronizing. Then there are the ones who think we are some cliche emo from TV, as if our suffering is an aesthetic choice rather than a genuine breakdown of our ability to care for ourselves.
Also not the other person, also depressive, my take:
Adoring support of my dysfunction is the opposite of what I need. Yes, it’s fucking uncomfortable when my wife keeps nagging and prodding me to do things until the discomfort provides the willpower to overcome the suffocating listlessness and get my ass in gear, but at least it gets me doing something instead of helplessly drowning in the mountains of “I should, but can’t” piling up around me.
If the only thing that breaks me out that sense of powerlessness is to prove to myself that I do have power to do something, I need someone to coerce me into doing something, not coddle and enable the demon leeching all energy and joy from me.
My wife gets pissed when I don’t do my part, and while I wish she didn’t have to, I’m glad she does.
As someone with depression this is perhaps the worst way you could possibly treat me, I would genuenly rather someone tell me to go fuck myself with a rusty pipe than this
Would you mind to elaborate that? I am genuinely curious and want to learn. I am not quite sure what you are referring to - being looked at with admiration or being talked about in a derogative way (the teeth comment)? I can’t really wrap my head around and it seems like I am missing something.
Not them but I also suffer from depression.
It is the showing of adoration or, more specifically, people who romanticize our suffering; those who try to reassure us that we are still “beautiful/handsome/desirable” while we are at our lowest, haven’t taken care of our hygiene in weeks, and look like a disheveled mess of our former selves. It comes off as patronizing. Then there are the ones who think we are some cliche emo from TV, as if our suffering is an aesthetic choice rather than a genuine breakdown of our ability to care for ourselves.
Also not the other person, also depressive, my take:
Adoring support of my dysfunction is the opposite of what I need. Yes, it’s fucking uncomfortable when my wife keeps nagging and prodding me to do things until the discomfort provides the willpower to overcome the suffocating listlessness and get my ass in gear, but at least it gets me doing something instead of helplessly drowning in the mountains of “I should, but can’t” piling up around me.
If the only thing that breaks me out that sense of powerlessness is to prove to myself that I do have power to do something, I need someone to coerce me into doing something, not coddle and enable the demon leeching all energy and joy from me.
My wife gets pissed when I don’t do my part, and while I wish she didn’t have to, I’m glad she does.