My former friends said my complaints were not even legitimate. Yet they complained all the time! Usually, the prefaced their complaints with wording such as, “I don’t usually complain, but….” and what followed was the same ole shit I have been hearing for years. Of course, it was okay to say all that shit since their complaints were supposedly valid and mine weren’t so I was shamed into silence or into being unfriended. Or repeatedly threatened by being called a bad friend in some way, which IS a threat, such as, “You always talk about your problems. Why is this a one-way friendship,” while I wondered why I kept hearing the same ole and never said a word (except smirked to myself). Because anything I said got an eye-roll and dismissed as “paranoid.”
I suppose now, years later, maybe a few regret having saying what they said. Maybe they looked up diabetes insipidus (among other things) and realized they were wrong all along. Maybe they realize it but don’t have the fucking guts to admit it. Maybe now, years later, they realize it’s possible to be abused by a therapist because maybe now they’ve heard a few stories. Maybe it happened to them or to their kids or spouses. Maybe now they realize they were wrong to accuse me of paranoia when in fact what I claim happened really happened. Admitting fault is about the hardest thing anyone ever chooses to do, so I don’t expect anything but more bullshit and I don’t want my old friends back, either.
Who will stand up for you in the end? You. Who will show up when no one else does? You. Even if you do not show up, if you cancel at the last minute, you are where you are, where you didn’t show, where you lay hiding, because you chose to remain in hiding, but there you are. Right there all along.