There are plenty of people who don’t need to know about your mental health. Casual friends. First dates. Your postman. You get it. Not everyone needs to know your personal business just like they don’t need to know when it is your “time of the month” or the last time you got a pap smear. It’s personal shit.
But you will come across people that you will need to tell. In my case, it is my new roommate. She knows I blog about mental health and we have both been very cautious, having met on Craigslist, not to share our last names or personal email addresses. But today we met on Skype. She is real! I am real! We are going to be roommates in Nashville.
It was a short chat, just half an hour, but I learned more about her and her family and the similarities we share. There was no good time to bring it up – plus, I want her to get to know ME before she sees me as a MENTAL ILLNESS. But because of this chat she now knows my full name and can Google me. Then – BAM! It is out there. It isn’t that I am trying to hide anything and that is my point. I want her to know that I live with mental illness, but that I am stable, that I take my meds everyday on time, I see a therapist and psychiatrist and will do so in Nashville. It’s been years since I have been in the hospital and if I can make it through this fucking break-up without breaking down, well, I’m pretty strong.
I want her to feel like I would be a good roommate. I don’t want her to worry that she has to take care of me, because she doesn’t. I got this.
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