julllia wrote:schizoid and bipolar seems strange compination indeed. but it makes you more interesting .
Hah well I can't argue with that.
I would go to a specialist and he would say "i don't know what you are talking about,maybe you are just depressed or have social anxiety" lol
Well before I went I had read about SPD and thought
most of it sounded right. This link shows which traits I don't have with red x's by them. The rest I do. The underlined bits mean I don't match those underlined words, but everything else in that trait. The ones I don't do seem to mainly be due to my BP1 for the most part. For instance I'll be more assertive due to being particularly grandiose while manic or whatever. Over time I simply learned it wasn't a big deal, and that it typically was better for me to be assertive than a doormat anyway.
https://i.imgur.com/Fsc5XzS.pngI came across a description about SPD when I was looking up something that happened to have nothing to do with mental health. Both my parents have issues. My dad was misdiagnosed and my mom would go in for a session, then storm out calling the therapist a quack when they said something she disagreed with. Fairly certain she's in the histrionic range.
She tried to push the diagnosis my dad had on me. I knew that diagnosis didn't match, so I fought her over it. We'd then go to family therapy, and she'd storm out offended at something dumb before I'd get a dx or meds.
I've always been concerned of my mental state, but I got really paranoid about meds for a long time due to that situation. Thing is my dad like me is bipolar I. He was given anti-depressants, and those are SUPER BAD for BP1. Basically it magnified his symptoms. After reading the page on SPD I found a linked page about other pd's. When I read schizotypal, I thought it sounded a lot (but not quite) like my situation.
My boyfriend had been getting really concerned with how I acted. I'd spend hours by myself. He'd catch me talking quietly to myself, but like I was talking to other people. This worried him. I mentioned the schizotypal thing to him. He read it and the schizoid page. He then said to me that he knew I had a ton of ptsd, that sometimes I could be completely rational, and other times he didn't know where the hell I came up with thoughts of things I would decide were true. It concerned him that I never remembered when I had said these irrational things. I still to this day have trouble with it, though I now can remember bits and be aware when I'm having irrational thoughts. Like I'll say to him how I "feel" someone we know has ill will towards me, but then realize I have no actual proof other than a feeling and state that it's apparently that time again and tell him to ignore me.
how did you go to therapy first time? do you go often?
I go once a week.
I set up the appointment since I knew he was right. Plus I didn't want to get worse. The therapist said I didn't seem schizotypal but I did seem to remind her strongly of her schizoid nephew and over time she recognized my mood disorder. It was difficult to get me to give straight answers about the mood disorder as I have a bad memory with things involving me feeling low. She said a few things that triggered my memory, and I confirmed with others by phone while in the appointment that I had indeed done the things. I felt I needed to in the appointment due to my memory.
i haven't gone. (my family had a very invalidating mentality that everyone feels like you.also i don't have money to spare. and the stories i read how difficult is to find someone you like scare me. my avoidance makes me not want to go i guess lol)
I can completely understand that. Being told that constantly has to be difficult when you know there's something up. Over time part of your brain refuses to want to move forward since it's indoctrinated by people who likely also have something up with themselves but don't want to confront it. My mom was thrilled I was getting help but refused to believe I was SPD due to feeling guilt over it. I told her it was likely related mostly to my ptsd with my ex, then suddenly she was on board the SPD train. No longer her fault in her mind, so all's good. Sure mom. Let's ignore the Munchhausen's by proxy along with extreme PPD and suicide attempts while threatening to take me with her.
^Sorry went on a rant. Hopefully you didn't get anything that bad.