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ecib  ·  3971 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: Who do I tell that I'm seeing a therapist?

I had a romantic interest of over two and a half years once. I ended it not because she was seeing a therapist, but because she was not (and definitely needed to). At some point, you have to detach yourself from a sinking ship if the person is not interested in doing the difficult work of saving themselves.

My opinion is that if you are doing the difficult work of overcoming long term depression, you would be best served with an ally in the process. If the person you are with is not the sort who would stand by you in this, then I'm not convinced that person is healthy for you to be seeing. Essentially, your relationship with that person is creating a barrier to your getting well. Even if it is a small barrier, it is pernicious. One should not have to tip-toe around getting better, and ideally close friends and family should have your back.

If it were me, I've got close friends and a wife who I would certainly tell. I would have told her before we got married too, but every relationship is different and I totally understand why there could be no small amount of fear involved. At the end of the day though, the closer someone is to you, the more they should have your back in situations exactly like these, in the best of worlds.

I personally don't see seeing a doctor for depression, even severe, as a big deal. Everybody goes through it at various times in their life, and if one needs some help managing it long term good on them for taking care of themselves .





b_b  ·  3971 days ago  ·  link  ·  

    I had a romantic interest of over two and a half years once. I ended it not because she was seeing a therapist, but because she was not (and definitely needed to). At some point, you have to detach yourself from a sinking ship if the person is not interested in doing the difficult work of saving themselves.

Been there; done that. The most recent girl I dated was depressed to the point that she didn't do anything sometimes. It aggravated me, because she was really smart, pretty and talented. I tried to get her to seek help, but she refused. I even offered to pay for the whole thing, because I cared about her, and wanted her to get better. In the end, just like with addicts, you can't help anyone who doesn't want to help themselves.

ecib  ·  3967 days ago  ·  link  ·  

    I even offered to pay for the whole thing,

Hah. As did I, to no avail. In the wake of the break-up, in one of the few torturous post-parting sobbing, pleading conversations over the phone, she told me that no matter what, dating me was the best thing that happened because she was going to see a doctor, and even if I didn't get back together with her, she was going to see one anyway, and she was finally committed to taking care of herself.

Months later I ran into her on the street. Typical awkward ex meeting. I asked her how she was and did she see that doctor. I think you already know what the answer to that question was.

I walked away relieved, because it absolutely validated my choice. Even at her darkest, lowest point, I had zero ability to affect whether or not she sought help. Even the destruction of our relationship wasn't enough, and the most she would do is offer lip service. Though I was relieved, I took no pleasure in her predicament. It saddened me greatly, and to this day I find myself really hoping that she's out there somewhere doin alright. I'll not be there to find out though. Ever. And I'm totally cool with that.