I'm not normal. There is something wrong with me. I can't figure out what it is. Schizoid is the most recent, definitely most fitting diagnosis I've found that describes me in terms of fitting DSM and ICD criteria of it, but, as always, not quite right. Again, I fit the criteria as listed, but I find myself not relating fully to lots of posts and explanations about what people with Schizoid are.
This is me:
I prefer to be alone. I don't like most people. I don't hate them, I just don't like them. I have an extremely hard time opening up to anyone; only the past year of my life have I found someone with whom I am comfortable opening up with. I live with him now, and I love him as much as I've ever loved anyone. Outside of my head that is. I've loved a couple of people dearly in my head, but never really got to the point of having a relationship with them, and I had a thing for God at one point in my life. (Gotta say, loving God is pretty great...too bad it's all a fat lie.)
Most of my childhood, as best as I can recall, I think back and I never quite fit in. I had friends, but I dunno, I was a kid and they were rather meaningless. I was good at acting back then. I would act the way I knew I was supposed to, when I wanted to, in order to convey what I wanted to. I was kinda of a little narcissist. Puberty hits and I'm a loser. Highschool hits and I find a clique to fit in with. To this day they are the only friends I would say I have outside of family and my partner, but as life has carried on I hardly contact many of them. It was wonderful, I was very happy about it.
Start of university I got quite depressed and remained so for many years. I still have bad days, but I tried suicide at those points in time. Some point in there I realized that my family life and growing up was kind of...cold. My dad most likely has an ASD, my mom was overworked and stressed. I rarely, and I mean rarely, would go to my family for help or support. I didn't like doing it, and as I grew up I just didn't. There was a lot of yelling and anger.
Part of my depression I think is related to having had undiagnosed celiac disease. I got diagnosed with that 2 years ago, it's an autoimmune disorder that can, and quite evidently in me, has, damaged the nervous system.
I was married before my current relationship, to one of my highschool friends. It was good, he was kind, and we could have fun together. I entered into the relationship because he was the only person I really kept contact with, and we were spending a lot of time together. And we had a great sex life, in a sense at least. We aroused each other a fair bit, but I didn't enjoy making love to him. The afterglow of sex (all that oxytocin and stuff I gather) would actively make me feel distant from him. I felt only close to myself, this wonderful, amazing feeling of being close to something, to nothing...I don't know. But I did not want him to be with me then. When I was upset and emotionally volatile (which was quite often), I would not want him to touch me, and I don't know how he could comfort me.
But then I met my current partner online, I felt close to someone who I was actually interacting with. I couldn't turn it down.
It's been 5 months with him now, and I feel myself slipping, reverting to how I was in my marriage. Naturally distant. Just living with someone who is, if I really think about it, is an amazing person. Last night I broke down and told him how I was feeling...we strive to be open and honest in our relationship, for without that, then why would I want to be with a real person above something made up in my head?? And it sucked. I mean, I wasn't totally broken, but it wasn't good. At some point he rightfully feared that I didn't want to be with him. I mean, he asked me things like if I wanted to be with him, if I'd thought of leaving him, if there was anyone else who I'd prefer to be with. Yes, I've considered not being with him. I have to. I know I'm not maximally happy, and he and I both want that for myself. No, there is no one else who would be better for me. Like, neither of us are stupid enough to believe in soulmates, but the way we fit and work together. And the way I've felt for him when we first started dating...
That leads to a big thing. A HUGE thing for me. I rarely, rarely automatically feel emotions when interacting with people. I can when I'm alone. I can when I'm alone and choosing to interact with someone online. Like, I don't think I'd have been able to fall in love with my current partner if we'd been together in person. And I hate, detest, can't stand that this problem of mine, this lack of emotional connectivity pervades my relationship with him, that it pervades how I am with him in person. We are growing more comfortable as we moved in together, and I'm the love of his life.
I'm not uncomfortable with him though, that's not the same thing. I would never, ever be with someone who I'm not comfortable with. Like, I was super comfortable with my husband for the most part. As long as I kept to myself the deepest parts of me.
Argh, I read the Wikipedia entry for schizoid disorder and so many things in it make sense to me. And how my partner at one point broke through to me. But it's hard. He so easily and readily just knows me loves me all the time even when he's not, at that moment, feeling super strong deep love for me. But when I'm like that I question whether or not I even love him.
If it's not him, I just...don't have anyone.
Part of me thinks that if I could actually feel emotions with people reliably, they would flood me and overwhelm me. But I automatically don't let them, for the most part.
I don't want to ###$ up my relationship. I'm sick of my auto-pilot self being detached. I don't want it, and I don't want to hurt him. Geez, I've never, ever wanted kids before in my life, I fear that I would not love them, but with him, even though it's not at all something in our plans for very good reasons, but with him, I've wanted them. Being with him is honestly this unexpected, new experience that I didn't think existed. I mean, without that experience certainly wouldn't be here right now questioning my sanity/mentality/personality in this way. I'm sure I've read what schizoid personality disorder is dozens of times in my life and felt it didn't fit me because at many points in my life I'd have a sort of narcissism and gregariousness.
Thanks to anyone who reads and responds in advance.
Last time I tried going to a psych I felt horrid and nothing of import was done. I am extremely hesitant to bring up the possibility of SPD because, as far as I've read, there's nothing to be done for it.