My family has a history of mental illness. My mother was borderline, my father is schizoid, my two cousins are bipolar and schizophrenic respectively, and my brother is an alcoholic. And I'm a boy!
Hahaha, so yes, we have some very interesting family reunions... Ahem. When I was younger my school counselors told me I was depressed, or bipolar, or whatever flavour of the month, when I was really just schizoid like my father. (For those who aren't familiar, 'schizoid' kind of boils down to 'lack of emotion/inability to feel emotion' and 'preference to a solitary lifestyle'. Think Spock meets hermit.) So I avoid therapists like the crackpots I think they are, and I have successfully done so this entire transition.
But herein lies the rub. According to those who are in my immediate vicinity, since I started T, the schizoid side has gotten "out of control". Specifically, my roommate and his friends/family. He often complains that I'm completely cold, detached, I show no indicators of emotion at all, whine whine whine. It is clearly very troublesome to him, but he doesn't want me to move. He's doing everything in his power to make sure I
can't move. This issue is apparently a problem because he has expressed interest in pursuing a "relationship" with me. (Pardon me while I snicker.)
I've tried to explain logically, but he stops listening when I 'go logic on him'. It's just more 'coldness' and he wants
"emotion!" Once more, with
feeling!
Obviously, this doesn't affect me. It's the nature of the beast, and I'm quite content to
be content by myself and just let them complain. But he keeps giving me the, 'something is wrong with you, you need to fix it' speech. Not very motivating, but he's hammered it into my head so much I'm starting to believe him. So, is it worth it? Am I really missing out? My father actively rebels against the idea of therapy, for either of us, and keeps saying I'm just like him, and he was never medicated or "therapy-d" and he's fine. Not only that, but emotional attachment seems really silly to me. Why would you willingly sign up for that
I remember when I was a bit more emotional than I am now, and I don't miss it. I haven't cried once since T, I haven't gotten ruffled, or upset, or anything. It's awesome. But it's apparently
not awesome to anyone around me, and I can't leave. So, should I sign up?
Or, better, is there anything I can say to this dude to get him to S.T.F.U?
