GirlFromTexlahoma
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What I really want - with Dag, and with any future boyfriends - is to be able to say "I'm stressed, I need alone time, I can't get together this week".
I have that with my friends... My more casual friends just take it at face value. My closest friends might show up with beer and cigarettes and occasionally a puppy, hand them off to me, and then go hang out with Andy upstairs.
But Dag... Dag does not get it. He wants to "be there for me", which for him means actually physically being next to me. Or at minimum, texting messages of support and love nonstop. I find that incredibly stressful. I have a very hard time figuring out my own needs and soothing myself when I'm trying to respond to him. I think I've mentioned this here before... That no matter how many times or how many ways I ask for SPACE AND QUIET!!!, he just keeps up the contact.
I guess at some point I figured it would be easier to sacrifice a few hours here and there, so he could feel like he'd accomplished his "fix Claire" mission, then to keep explaining what I needed.
(Ironically, telling him about the Lexapro did buy me some quiet. And as weird as it felt to have him basically ghost on me for four days, I do think I got back to normal-ish faster for having the time to focus on myself. Hmmm.)
I obviously have to figure out how to handle this going forward. This was the worst my anxiety has been in, damn, almost 7 years. I hope I get another 7 before this happens again! But I'm always going to have days where I'm feeling the stress rise and need some space.
I have that with my friends... My more casual friends just take it at face value. My closest friends might show up with beer and cigarettes and occasionally a puppy, hand them off to me, and then go hang out with Andy upstairs.
But Dag... Dag does not get it. He wants to "be there for me", which for him means actually physically being next to me. Or at minimum, texting messages of support and love nonstop. I find that incredibly stressful. I have a very hard time figuring out my own needs and soothing myself when I'm trying to respond to him. I think I've mentioned this here before... That no matter how many times or how many ways I ask for SPACE AND QUIET!!!, he just keeps up the contact.
I guess at some point I figured it would be easier to sacrifice a few hours here and there, so he could feel like he'd accomplished his "fix Claire" mission, then to keep explaining what I needed.
(Ironically, telling him about the Lexapro did buy me some quiet. And as weird as it felt to have him basically ghost on me for four days, I do think I got back to normal-ish faster for having the time to focus on myself. Hmmm.)
I obviously have to figure out how to handle this going forward. This was the worst my anxiety has been in, damn, almost 7 years. I hope I get another 7 before this happens again! But I'm always going to have days where I'm feeling the stress rise and need some space.