Making Peace with Being Single - Suggestions?

…so…it’s the serial killer track then?
I’m afraid I don’t get either. So you go into work or school or whatever and don’t care about anyone there? You don’t think “hey that girl’s pretty” or “those guys seem fun to hang out with” or even “that person doesn’t annoy me as much as everyone else” (I assume you’re male for some reason but swicth pronouns as appropriate)?

I can see why you’re alone. I’ve met people like what you’ve described (I even work with one). They creep people out. It’s like there’s nothing there. Kind of like they are some mindless automaton going through the motions.

I can probably take or leave most people too. But I still enjoy socializing with them.

They could all drop dead tomorrow and, as long as I get my degree or pay, I don’t care. Sure, someone might be attractive, but that doesn’t mean much of anything. Some might be more annoying in certain ways, but less annoying in others, and I can associate with either group. It doesn’t matter which group I’m with, unless one of them has something I want.

I like to think I keep people far enough away so they don’t get that impression, but I can’t say if I’m successful. I suppose that’s what I mean by ‘perfect’. I need to learn how to convincingly fake being interested in someone. Then I need to learn how to keep it up indefinitely.

What an excellent analogy! Fessie, it’s been three and a half years since my boyfriend and I broke up (after 7 years together). It was a complicated and painful thing. No fight, no “I hate you” etc. To simplify it and prevent writing my life history, suffice it to say that I was ready for marriage, he wasn’t. It was really hard on both of us, and we still had feelings for each other for a long time. We’re still friends and I have to admit, I still carry an itty bitty torch for him.

He was THE best! Ever. And like what Cyn said, if I ever settled for a “C”, I’ll never find another “A”. That said, there have been so many times of unbearable loneliness and frustration, including a short fling with my former boyfriend (yes the one that broke my heart).

That concept, of the C vs. A (though I’d not thought of it in those exact terms before), is the one constant that has kept me sane and kept me from wasting time doing what your friend is doing.

It is hard to be alone, but much worse (I found out after the breakup) is wasting time with the losers. It DOES get better. I’m sure my mom and sister felt much the way you do about your friend, hurting for her and feeling helpless to do anything to make her feel better.

There really isn’t anything you can do, it’s such a cliche and completely unhelpful, but the only thing that will help at all is time. As to advice, do try to convince her not to waste her time with morons, it will only make her feel worse. The ones who are pathetic will make her feel like she’ll never find one as good as her ex, and the ones who are “potentials” will make her feel desparate to re-connect. And desparate only scares the good ones away.

I certainly don’t feel at peace being single. For awhile I absolutely RAGED against it. But I have managed to finally reach a point of “reasonably okay” with it. Unfortunately, that was a matter of just time. And I work. A LOT. I have a great job and a great family. That helps a lot too. And surprisingly, since we both felt such pain and confusion over the breakup, my former boyfriend was a big help as well (I don’t know if that’s viable in your friend’s case).

I finally realized that what I needed and wanted weren’t necessarily what I was ready for. Knowing that I’m just not ready helps in its own weird way. I wish I had some magic “here’s what happened to me, and tada! here’s how I fixed it”. But it took a lot of pain, tears and time to get to a point of being willing to wait, even when I don’t want to.

I hope at least some of that helps.

Maybe you should find something you’re legitimately interested in.
What you need to do is learn how to interact with people and not be such an isolated weirdo. Nobody’s perfect, but it’s through actually being around people that you learn how to not have your imperfections piss them off. People who isolate themselves don’t learn those skills. Instead they build up some fantasy universe with themselves at the center and everyone else as either neutral actors or antagonists if they cause a disruption.

Seriously. This is something that can be treated, to a large extent. There is something wrong with you, but it can probably be overcome with drugs and therapy.

Easy to say, impossible to do.

I’ve already accepted that I’m not going to have relationships with others, so I don’t have any need to do so. Besides, I can already interact with people at the ‘friendly lunch’ level, which is all I need to get by.

Therapy will not work, because I have three conditions for being honest in therapy. One: No meds, ever; not even the suggestion is okay. Two: I will not be sent to a mental institute as a result of anything I say. Three: I will not harm potential job/insurance/whatever chances in the future. And when I say those are conditions, I mean to say that I must be 100% sure that no matter what I decide to say or do those will not be violated.

Condition one can be worked around, but two and three are impossible. If they write down a “depressed” diagnosis, then I’d have to say I had a pre-exisiting condition on insurance forms. Two is, obviously, impossible in the US.

I’ve made choices, and I’m living with their consequences. I’ve already accepted that it’s impossible for me to have a relationship with another person, and that isn’t going to change unless I have a compelling reason to alter one of my decisions that precludes it. I’m not sure what a compelling reason would be, but I do know that simply not having relationships is not such a reason.

So there’s an entire world of human experience that you’re willing to miss out on so as not to endanger your health insurance? And have you actually been diagnosed? You’re not depressed. You might have some level of autism. Treatment might be able to help you. And while simply not freaking other people out is nice, wouldn’t it be even better to be able to actually interact with other humans on a meaningful level? You know, participate in this thing we call life?

Again, I’m not trying to give you a hard time here, I’m just asking… if you care about nothing and no one, what exactly keeps you going?

There’s an entire world of human experience I’m willing to miss out on so as not to endanger my future prospects in certain areas. As for what keeps me going…I’m not sure yet. Maybe status quo? I exist now, so therefore I must continue to exist.

That is another question I haven’t yet answered. Why do people think that it’s better to interact with other humans on a meaningful level? Why do people want to do so? Is it purely personal gain? Some sort of “befriend this person so I’ll have someone to help me move” deal? Or is there something else?

As I mentioned beore: I’ve made my choices. I’m not too sure what help therapy could provide. I’ve chosen to live like I am. I’ve accepted the implications of that choice. If I do go to therapy out of curiosity or boredom then it must be consequence free, or I will subvert it so I can continue my current existence.

Another possible explanation for this view of socializing might be Schizoid personality disorder (of course I am not in any position to diagnose anything).
There is actually a support forum for people with Schizoid disorder to talk to each other if you think it might be useful to get the views of others who might be able to relate to this view of social relationships.

Print this out and give it to her. Dating is a numbers game. Unless you have very lucky, you have to go through a lot of dates before you find the right person who also thinks that you are the right person. It took me a year and a half of heavily hitting the dating scene before I found The Most Amazing Woman in the World. She was off doing the same thing for a shorter amount of time but she met a lot of people too. Like most everything that is worth it, it was a lot of work, not that there wasn’t some fun along the way too. A series of one hour meets at the local coffee shop isn’t that bad. Just do it.

It’s not impossible. You just chose not to.
As for interacting with other people, well, a life spent with no family, friends or meaningful relationships is pretty much worthless, IMHO.

Not that I agree with Yag Rannavach or anything, but the “worth” of one’s life is a relative measure, and the only true arbiter of a life’s worth is its owner. Everyone else just has subjective opinions.

It is impossible given my choices. For example, it is impossible for someone who refuses to fly to go skydiving from an airplane. It’s not that they chose not to go skydiving, they chose not to fly, and it just so happens that a result of that choice is that skydiving is impossible.

As for your second statement…That implies that life has meaning or worth, and that that worth is measured by your friends or family. Not everyone agrees.

Yag, those conditions can easily be met. “Depression” is NOT a pre-existing condition. It just isn’t. Too many people have depressive episodes. It’s assumed that when you have therapy, you work through your depression to a certain point of healing. You’re free to be depressed again later and seek more healing.

Let’s put it this way – I’ve been in therapy quite a few times since 1980. I’ve never been turned down for insurance or had any claims denied; there have never been any riders or restrictions on my insurance. I’ve been insured by all different types of insurance companies in those years.

I also know people who’ve been both medicated and hospitalized, and none of them has been refused insurance at a later date as a result. That’s not to say everyone who goes into therapy needs inpatient treatment or medication, it’s absolutely YOUR choice. But I personally know people who’ve had both, and it didn’t affect the rest of their lives in the least. Not jobs, not schooling, not insurance - nothing.

I don’t know WHY mental illnesses get a “bye” from insurers, but in my experience, they do.

Depression was a bad example; I should have used bipolar. That one is considered a pre-existing condition and can be used by insurance companies. A google search on ‘bipolar insurance’ turns up quite a few examples of this being the case.

Every state in the US allows for involuntary commitment, so that requirement can not be overcome unless some state repeals the law that allows it.

In both cases I’m talking about minute chances. I know I’m not bipolar, but I don’t know what the therapist will write down and say. I also know that I’m not going to cause direct phsyical harm to myself or others but, again, I don’t know what a therapist will think.

I didn’t know that about bipolar being an excluded pre-existing condition. But I agree, you’re not bipolar anyway. Not from what you’ve described here.**

I do know there’s kind of a dance between the psychiatric community and insurers – most therapists know which diagnoses carry which implications with major insurers. They don’t really have time to pore over the whole DSM-IV for each and every patient, looking for the specific cranny that describes them best. “Depressed”. That’s what most people start out with. My therapists have asked me if it’s OK to use that one – you could tell yours on the phone, before you even have your first appointment, that you’re concerned about insurance and want to start with a simple “official” diagnosis. See what they say.

Therapists don’t look for more specific descriptions and categories unless it’s warranted by the patient’s need for treatment. Their only real goal is to work with you and your insurance plan to see that you get as much treatment as you want and need and can afford. That’s all.

Plenty of communities have mental health clinics with sliding scale fees – they don’t even HAVE to go through an insurer.

See, this is what you don’t get, because of the nature of your specific condition. Therapy is about a relationship. A relationship between a patient and a doctor. It’s not about categorizing.

It’s not about controlling, either.

Seeking involuntary commitment – do you realize how much work that is, for a therapist? They don’t have time to mess around with that unless there’s a HUGE crisis, and I’m saying HUGE.

If you come in with an uzi, yes, they’ll call 911. If you come in and say “Well, I’m planning to kill myself on Saturday by jumping off of the State Street L platform” then yes, therapists have an ethical and professional obligation to act. Just like any other member of society.

If you say, “I’m depressed, and there have been times when I’ve felt suicidal” they’ll ask “Do you have a plan?”. If the (honest) answer is no, then there’s nothing to worry about.

If everyone who was seeing a shrink were to be committed, locked away, there’d be nobody left to run the world! :smiley: Seriously, the streets would be half-empty.
From your posts here, I think, and it’s totally my opinion, but I think you’re ready to start letting go of a little bit of control, and to start revealing yourself a little bit. Therapy is a safe place for doing so.

It’s a place for telling your story, not a place where someone else “fixes” you. It’s not about learning to please them.

Now, I do know for a fact that not all therapists are the same. But I’ve also experienced that the “bad” ones just don’t really care and don’t have much that’s interesting or valuable to say. I saw one who, I’m telling you the truth, used to yawn while I was talking! Sucker sat there yawning!! We didn’t get very close, obviously. He was of limited use to me. But he DID recommend some books that I found helpful, and just going in and telling my story was somewhat helpful anyway. Kept me going. I learned a little bit.

A few years later I found an outstanding therapist. Vastly different experience. Within 6 sessions, my world was blown wide open. BUT – I was ready for it at that point! Earlier, I wasn’t. I achieved huge healing while working with him (and notice I say that I achieved it – HE didn’t do the work, I did!).

There’s a saying “When the student is ready, the teacher will come.”

I think it’s great that you’re exploring these issues here, online.

My favorite book on the subject is If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him by Sheldon Kopp. The outstanding therapist recommended it (I was like, aren’t you gonna tell me to go read something?).

** IANAD, obviously, that’s merely my opinion.

If you have a choice it’s not impossible. You cannot chose to fly without the aid of an aircraft. You can choose to board a airplane.

I’m not talking about “the meaning of life” or some such bullshit. I’m talking about taking some sort of enjoyment from life while you are here. I find it difficult to believe that anyone can be totally satisfied with a life spent in total isolation.

Then again maybe you simply don’t care. Maybe to you, human interaction is as irrelevant as…say, playing Cricket might be to me. I’ve seen it but my life is no less full for the lack of it. Me, I don’t think like that. If I see other people doing something that looks fun, I’m usually curious about it and have some desire to be a part of it. Even if I’m sitting around the house bored, I assume there must be SOMETHING more interesting going on somewhere.
And being worried about a therapist and your insurance seems nonsensical to me. You aren’t going to be committed unless you’re a raging psychopath or something so why worry about it?

I hate to continue this hijack…what’s the standard around here for starting a new thread to move a discussion to?

lavenderviolet: I’m not going to say whether or not I have a schizoid personality based on what wikipedia says, but the entry matches quite closely with some of my views. Thanks.

Yag, a while ago there was a thread where a poster asked for opinions how to change some “personality traits” he wasn’t quite happy with. From what I read there, I said he might recognize himself somewhat in the description of “schizoid personality”. You might find the thread of interest for comparing.

I sympathize with Yag. I’m depressive, attention-challenged, and a skilled negative thinker whom several therapists have failed to reach. I work for myself because my attitude towards the 9 to 5 world basically makes me unemployable (and thus, undatable).

At the same time, I’m an accomplished musician, writer, graphic designer, widely read and educated, and a first class conversationalist when I can be bothered to give a damn about what others want to talk about.

I don’t date because of my attitudes towards work, because the failure rate is too high, and because my encounters with women invariably result either in utter boredom or immediate one-way attachment. Sure, not everyone is going to work out, but if I want lousy odds, I’ll play the lottery and save myself the heartbreak.

I’ve got a lot to offer, but I don’t see how I’m going to open up often enough, to enough people, to really offer it. People keep saying “It gets easier.” No, dammit, not for some of us it doesn’t.