That’s how I often feel when I speak with people openly about what I’m going through. I now think it could be because I don’t communicate my emotions with my face expression and possibly don’t look authentic when I talk about some of my deepest problems.
I must say I don’t really have that issue with my current mental health team, which I guess is a big improvement, but I used to have it a lot when I was younger, whether that was from colleagues who I tried to confide in, teachers or even counsellors. I wonder why people assumed that a young person who’s dad never recovered from a mental health breakdown, doesn’t have any right to feel bad about it?
However, at other times people rushed to help me when I was perfectly fine, and they continued to do so to the point it felt suffocating.
I really wish people just listen sometimes instead of trying to read me, guess and assume things about me that are far away from the truth.