Stellata
05-09-2010, 01:57 PM
I mean stubborness in the context of keeping going even when you really should rest. Even when your symptoms mean that it's better you're not at work, [or school or uni] or out in public, when it doesn't feel safe. Or when you're just too exhausted and this can make you cranky and irritable and it just makes things worse to keep pushing on.
When I went to uni, people were concerned about me, and my progress, related to my well being. But what did I do? Push on through. I was too scared of being seen as a failure, and disappointing my parents. I was also too scared of what might happen to me.
Back when I was teaching, I pushed on and carried on, because I was terrified of anyone knowing I wasn't ok. The result - I had several breakdowns, then one extended one.Even now, at work in my current job, and when I have good support structures in place and an excellent treatment team, and reasonable adjustments under the DDA, I'm very 'well known' for keeping going at work when I'm really too exhausted or vulnerable. I'm too scared to take time off work. We're praised for not taking sick leave. I am getting better, and I need them to know that, that I'm making an effort.
Today, I have bad period pains, and my eyes feel heavy and droopy, and I feel just drained and plan cranky. I'm attempting not to make myself do things.
Things got messy for me on RYL the last little while. This is another instance of my not knowing when to stop, when to step back, but pushing on through, even when I'm feeling vulnerable, angry and paranoid.
I have to go to work tomorrow. I hope I feel better than today, because I really don't feel physically well right now.
Trouble is, physical stuff has historically been a 'good' mask for the emotional stuff for me, due to the way my family was.
Does anyone else get like this? A state of 'grit your teeth and push through', rather than 'keep calm and carry on'. It wears me out, yet I struggle with alternatives. I don't want to be seen as weak. I'm not saying anyone else with mental illness who rests is weak, I'm talking about me. "I was brought up not to show emotional distress. I survived a traumatic birth. I should be strong." It's such a struggle. Can anyone else relate?
I know that resting when the body and mind are over-wrought isn't weakness. I know that. But I can't seem to give myself 'permission'.
When I went to uni, people were concerned about me, and my progress, related to my well being. But what did I do? Push on through. I was too scared of being seen as a failure, and disappointing my parents. I was also too scared of what might happen to me.
Back when I was teaching, I pushed on and carried on, because I was terrified of anyone knowing I wasn't ok. The result - I had several breakdowns, then one extended one.Even now, at work in my current job, and when I have good support structures in place and an excellent treatment team, and reasonable adjustments under the DDA, I'm very 'well known' for keeping going at work when I'm really too exhausted or vulnerable. I'm too scared to take time off work. We're praised for not taking sick leave. I am getting better, and I need them to know that, that I'm making an effort.
Today, I have bad period pains, and my eyes feel heavy and droopy, and I feel just drained and plan cranky. I'm attempting not to make myself do things.
Things got messy for me on RYL the last little while. This is another instance of my not knowing when to stop, when to step back, but pushing on through, even when I'm feeling vulnerable, angry and paranoid.
I have to go to work tomorrow. I hope I feel better than today, because I really don't feel physically well right now.
Trouble is, physical stuff has historically been a 'good' mask for the emotional stuff for me, due to the way my family was.
Does anyone else get like this? A state of 'grit your teeth and push through', rather than 'keep calm and carry on'. It wears me out, yet I struggle with alternatives. I don't want to be seen as weak. I'm not saying anyone else with mental illness who rests is weak, I'm talking about me. "I was brought up not to show emotional distress. I survived a traumatic birth. I should be strong." It's such a struggle. Can anyone else relate?
I know that resting when the body and mind are over-wrought isn't weakness. I know that. But I can't seem to give myself 'permission'.