roseleaf
freedom is a dream that is just out of reach
- Apr 25, 2023
- 233
i hate venting.
i know it's helpful for most people, though, which is why i'm trying it out. on this forum. where i feel actually comfortable.
ever since i was a kid, i've had a lot of friends who mostly just told me their problems, and i would listen, taking the 'friend group' role, therapist friend.
i don't think that's how an actual therapist works, though i wouldn't know, i never had one, my family couldn't afford it even if i needed one. i never displayed many signs that i had been a child/teenager/young adult who had problems.
anyway, i kept the therapist role. even now, with the few i keep in touch with. why talk about your feelings with a professional when you have this living mannequin?
the living mannequin bit comes from something my brother once called me. i seemed to shut off most of my emotions when i wasn't alone, and i mostly didn't talk in general. chatting with me was like talking to a mannequin.
one person i've continued to keep in touch with was my childhood best friend. i don't call her my best friend anymore because she's mentally abused me too much, but that's a whole other story. she, for now i'll call her Z, always claimed to be the 'main therapist friend'. it was weird, but i never complained. until one day i realized no one ever talked to her about their problems. how did i know? Z would tell me everything. i still did not complain.
and i did not complain when Z started talking about her problems to me. she still does, and i still do not complain, though i wish to (which is why i'm here, i guess). "every therapist friend needs a therapist friend". that's what she always says.
Z has a lot of mental issues, and an ED. she also used to self-diagnose and talk about it as if she most definitely had the disorder. (i'm not saying that if you self diagnose you're 100% wrong, but the way Z did it was as if the doctors had diagnosed her with this as a child.) i had to hear about everything.
and not. once. did. i. complain.
im so sick of it.
if every therapist friend needs their own, where's mine? it sure as hell isn't her.
i've been suicidal since i was 8 years old. that was when i first attempted by slamming a sharpened pencil into my wrists. obviously it didn't work. i was 7 when Z started talking about her problems for the first time to me. i've been that kind of 'friend' for that long. hope it's over soon.
i still think i don't like venting very much, but if you are reading this, i appreciate you.
i know it's helpful for most people, though, which is why i'm trying it out. on this forum. where i feel actually comfortable.
ever since i was a kid, i've had a lot of friends who mostly just told me their problems, and i would listen, taking the 'friend group' role, therapist friend.
i don't think that's how an actual therapist works, though i wouldn't know, i never had one, my family couldn't afford it even if i needed one. i never displayed many signs that i had been a child/teenager/young adult who had problems.
anyway, i kept the therapist role. even now, with the few i keep in touch with. why talk about your feelings with a professional when you have this living mannequin?
the living mannequin bit comes from something my brother once called me. i seemed to shut off most of my emotions when i wasn't alone, and i mostly didn't talk in general. chatting with me was like talking to a mannequin.
one person i've continued to keep in touch with was my childhood best friend. i don't call her my best friend anymore because she's mentally abused me too much, but that's a whole other story. she, for now i'll call her Z, always claimed to be the 'main therapist friend'. it was weird, but i never complained. until one day i realized no one ever talked to her about their problems. how did i know? Z would tell me everything. i still did not complain.
and i did not complain when Z started talking about her problems to me. she still does, and i still do not complain, though i wish to (which is why i'm here, i guess). "every therapist friend needs a therapist friend". that's what she always says.
Z has a lot of mental issues, and an ED. she also used to self-diagnose and talk about it as if she most definitely had the disorder. (i'm not saying that if you self diagnose you're 100% wrong, but the way Z did it was as if the doctors had diagnosed her with this as a child.) i had to hear about everything.
and not. once. did. i. complain.
im so sick of it.
if every therapist friend needs their own, where's mine? it sure as hell isn't her.
i've been suicidal since i was 8 years old. that was when i first attempted by slamming a sharpened pencil into my wrists. obviously it didn't work. i was 7 when Z started talking about her problems for the first time to me. i've been that kind of 'friend' for that long. hope it's over soon.
i still think i don't like venting very much, but if you are reading this, i appreciate you.