Oh bunny,
Do I have empathy? Sometimes people I knew used to say that I was compassionate, but if you give a helping hand or a listening ear without your whole heart is that the same thing? I'd meet people and think " hey, for some reason this person seems to like me. They keep on talking to me... and if they were going through something (parents putting on the pressure, lonely or something) I'd listen and try to help. But since my mum died I still had this feeling like " what do they really know about anything? Their parents are still alive, or their 'problems' are trivial - if only they knew how good they have it." I wouldn't let anyone help me with my pain because I had learned not to express emotion so well that I wasn't even aware of my pain.
Since her death I've supressed all my feelings with hard work at school (top notch student) travelling, and since the breakdown with alcohol and cigarettes. I've been in therapy for 4 years, but the shrinks came up with the diagnosis of dissociation/ depersonalisation. I have a very black/white view of the world. My attitude is: if I hadn't done this, then that wouldn't have happened etc.I'm a control freak. It's also true that I have a tendency NOT to listen to others, and to believe my own opinion at all times, so maybe I'm trying to convince myself that I'm an N! But why wiould a healthy person WANT to do that?
Since the breakdown I've experienced such intense feelings of shame that I've virtually turned myself into a recluse. I just cannot communicate with people anymore. All I do is react defensively, extremely negavtively - like I said, only MY opinion counts. Even if not an N, feel extremely low. Empty. Afraid/ paranoid. Don't have one stable identity, or so it seems. I'm obsessed with the breakdown rather than continuing with my actual life.
Anyway, nice to hear from you, thanks for support/ encouragement,
clueless