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Old Jul 29, 2007, 10:30 AM
KathyM KathyM is offline
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It sounds like your friend might have a lot on her plate right now in coping with and adjusting to her mental illness. If she's been using you all along, I wouldn't consider her a friend. If she IS a friend, I would give her the space she needs and leave it up to her to contact you. In the meantime, I wouldn't be holding my breath in anticipation of her call. Focus on your own life and other friends until you hear from her.

When I was diagnosed with familial amyloidosis years ago, a boat load of personal issues I had to deal with tagged along. It was something I had to deal with on my own in private because it was so personal. It wasn't anything I could really share with my friends because I didn't understand it myself. Whenever I tried, they took it the wrong way, took it personally, or had no idea what I was talking about.

I had to break it off with a long-distance friend recently. I care very much for her, but I'm afraid she cares a little too much for me. I couldn't talk with her one day because I was nauseous and gagging - had been for days on end, and was too exhausted to even speak. She became worried and called the police to check up on me.

I was forced to explain the whole situation over the phone to the police, then wait for a squad car to show up at the door. I needed to throw up, but I held it because I didn't want them breaking down my door while I was in the bathroom. By the time they arrived, I didn't even have the strength to stand, so I lay on the floor - half-naked with vomit in my hair, trying to gather the breath to explain the situation to the police. They insisted on every detail, and questioned everything I said. It was probably one of the MOST humiliating experiences I've ever had to endure. I'm sure the police had a good laugh back at the station.

I didn't need or want anyone to check up on me at that particular time. I just needed my bed, the bathroom, and a little peace and quiet.

When I felt better, I told my friend what happened and asked her to never do that again. Her response? "Silly girl, I only did it because I care about you." I tend to disagree. That kind of care will probably kill me.