TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
Wow. This is awful.
And yes, I have many good friends. I am very lucky, but frankly, it's hard work. You have to give to get.
I am also lucky in that I have put a lot of hard work into my marriage, which isn't 100% perfect, but coming to that conclusion, and accepting imperfect friendships, an imperfect marriage, and allowing myself to be imperfect have improved my life immeasurably.
That, and Effexor have helped. And exercise. And counseling. Did I mention chocolate?
Oh, and as many others have said, compartmentalizing friendships.
And one more thing--difficult child is old enough and responsible enough to stay home alone now. And easy child is in college, and even in summer she is rarely at home. What freedom!!!!! She and difficult child don't fight any more. I never thought I'd see the day.
I'm not sure which of those is the most important.
Somewhere along the way, I learned to talk about difficult child to the right people, and stopped talking to my so-called best friend, who has no children and is utterly clueless when it comes to someone with-special needs. Not only that, but she has spent 20 yrs in the sheriff's dept and her life view is skewed, at best. She is a fun party person, and can be very supportive when she wants to be, but we've also been through some very rough times due to her lack of perspective and her temper. The most she could offer me was that difficult child was going to jail. (Said in a loud, mean voice.) After being on this board (with you, MY FRIENDS, which makes this thread a moot point, by the way, LOL!) I realized that she was an advocate for me, but not for difficult child. And then later, I realized that by not being an advocate for difficult child, she was also not an advocate for me. And I distanced myself.
I have deliberately branched out. Not easy for me, an introvert. So I use "excuses" like my art, church, volunteering to paint murals at the SPCA, attending fundraisers. I did not branch out at difficult child's school last yr because I wasn't sure he'd stay. Now that he is staying, I am paying more attention to the moms and dads and taking down ph numbers.
Some people are naturally friendlier than others and I can test them out by dropping a few hints about kids or just rolling my eyes about having a boy, and then I see how receptive they are. When I get a positive reaction, like, "OMG, TELL me about it! I was up at 2 a.m. fishing my son's PS2 out from underneath his bedcovers!" I hear a little "ca-ching!" and I offer my biz card and that's the beginning.
Also, I have a friend who is getting a divorce, and I have taken time away from my family to be with-her when she needs to talk. My husband isn't pleased sometimes but it's not like he's going to tie me to the front door or anything. This friend came over one night when difficult child sort of ran away (long story short, some of you may remember yrs ago that he was having a hissy fit at Boy Scouts, refused to go in the bldg, I faked that I was leaving in the car, drove around the block, he was gone ... for an hr ... I panicked ... he walked home in the dark by himself, I nearly had a heart attack, we both learned a lesson.) Friend J sat with-me on the couch while I blew my nose and went through a box of tissues, hating and loving my difficult child and myself, not knowing who I hated the most and why everything in life was so hard.
Sometimes friend J and I don't see one another for a cpl wks but we both write poetry so we at least get together for readings once a mo, and celebrate bdays together. (And living with-difficult child gives me plenty of ideas for poems, to be sure!)
Unfortunately, she is considered a flake by my other former-best friend, so I have to keep them separate, and try to compartmentalize and not become angry that all my friends don't mix well. I am lucky to have friends. Period.
Also, difficult child is old enough now that he doesn't interfere with-us if we have friends over. We have him come downstairs and say hello, but do not otherwise pressure him into attending any social events. We have learned the hard way that it's usually not worth it, and to chose our battles.
My little sister is a good friend, too. She can be a flake, and is totally disorganized, but she has superior emotional intelligence and boundless energy, and between her networking and my attention to detail, we make a good pair. She's the one who referred me to AlAnon.
Our local autism group hasn't met lately. I thought I'd hit upon something great with-them (I found them online, in a Meetup group), but some of them know one another from other activities and it's hard to break in. And some of them are just there are information gatherers and are not interested in friendships. So I'm still working out the kinks on that one.
And yes, I have many good friends. I am very lucky, but frankly, it's hard work. You have to give to get.
I am also lucky in that I have put a lot of hard work into my marriage, which isn't 100% perfect, but coming to that conclusion, and accepting imperfect friendships, an imperfect marriage, and allowing myself to be imperfect have improved my life immeasurably.
That, and Effexor have helped. And exercise. And counseling. Did I mention chocolate?
Oh, and as many others have said, compartmentalizing friendships.
And one more thing--difficult child is old enough and responsible enough to stay home alone now. And easy child is in college, and even in summer she is rarely at home. What freedom!!!!! She and difficult child don't fight any more. I never thought I'd see the day.
I'm not sure which of those is the most important.
Somewhere along the way, I learned to talk about difficult child to the right people, and stopped talking to my so-called best friend, who has no children and is utterly clueless when it comes to someone with-special needs. Not only that, but she has spent 20 yrs in the sheriff's dept and her life view is skewed, at best. She is a fun party person, and can be very supportive when she wants to be, but we've also been through some very rough times due to her lack of perspective and her temper. The most she could offer me was that difficult child was going to jail. (Said in a loud, mean voice.) After being on this board (with you, MY FRIENDS, which makes this thread a moot point, by the way, LOL!) I realized that she was an advocate for me, but not for difficult child. And then later, I realized that by not being an advocate for difficult child, she was also not an advocate for me. And I distanced myself.
I have deliberately branched out. Not easy for me, an introvert. So I use "excuses" like my art, church, volunteering to paint murals at the SPCA, attending fundraisers. I did not branch out at difficult child's school last yr because I wasn't sure he'd stay. Now that he is staying, I am paying more attention to the moms and dads and taking down ph numbers.
Some people are naturally friendlier than others and I can test them out by dropping a few hints about kids or just rolling my eyes about having a boy, and then I see how receptive they are. When I get a positive reaction, like, "OMG, TELL me about it! I was up at 2 a.m. fishing my son's PS2 out from underneath his bedcovers!" I hear a little "ca-ching!" and I offer my biz card and that's the beginning.
Also, I have a friend who is getting a divorce, and I have taken time away from my family to be with-her when she needs to talk. My husband isn't pleased sometimes but it's not like he's going to tie me to the front door or anything. This friend came over one night when difficult child sort of ran away (long story short, some of you may remember yrs ago that he was having a hissy fit at Boy Scouts, refused to go in the bldg, I faked that I was leaving in the car, drove around the block, he was gone ... for an hr ... I panicked ... he walked home in the dark by himself, I nearly had a heart attack, we both learned a lesson.) Friend J sat with-me on the couch while I blew my nose and went through a box of tissues, hating and loving my difficult child and myself, not knowing who I hated the most and why everything in life was so hard.
Sometimes friend J and I don't see one another for a cpl wks but we both write poetry so we at least get together for readings once a mo, and celebrate bdays together. (And living with-difficult child gives me plenty of ideas for poems, to be sure!)
Unfortunately, she is considered a flake by my other former-best friend, so I have to keep them separate, and try to compartmentalize and not become angry that all my friends don't mix well. I am lucky to have friends. Period.
Also, difficult child is old enough now that he doesn't interfere with-us if we have friends over. We have him come downstairs and say hello, but do not otherwise pressure him into attending any social events. We have learned the hard way that it's usually not worth it, and to chose our battles.
My little sister is a good friend, too. She can be a flake, and is totally disorganized, but she has superior emotional intelligence and boundless energy, and between her networking and my attention to detail, we make a good pair. She's the one who referred me to AlAnon.
Our local autism group hasn't met lately. I thought I'd hit upon something great with-them (I found them online, in a Meetup group), but some of them know one another from other activities and it's hard to break in. And some of them are just there are information gatherers and are not interested in friendships. So I'm still working out the kinks on that one.