I have a diagnosis of bipolar. It isn’t something that is visible to other people - the medication helps me to be functional now, as I can go to work and be successful even when depressed, and put a brave face on all week, but then crash at the weekend and spend a lot of it lying on my bed, feeling guilty as my kids are on the Xbox and being a bit feral.
For the few people I am honest with, it would be really lovely if they would just say “This is shit, isn’t it? Can I pick you up anything you need from the shop?”. That is it really.
From someone really close, if during a very low period they offered to hoover (or wash my children’s school uniform for that week) I would be delighted, as it is hard to keep on top of stuff when I am really low.
Or, to offer to go out for walk with me and to help get the DC to get their shoes on and in the car. That one would be amazing actually, as being outside helps so much, but getting out of the door is challenging in very low periods, and the thought of herding DC out can be a bit too much.
And I don’t mean a walk where I bang on about depression, just an ordinary walk!
But, the only people I am honest with are my DM/DD and my partner. My parents brush over it quickly - “Oh, just the time of year, everyone feels depressed.”
And my DP - he just does my head in by sitting on my bed and trying to find solutions. i.e : I need to call the psychiatrist and change medication as I shouldn’t be depressed... I must get up and go for a walk IMMEDIATELY (when I am still working yo motivation to get to the shower first). Or he paces about looking distressed and flapping and saying he doesn’t know what to do.
I think, “For god’s sake, just make me a cup of tea, give me a hug and remind me that tomorrow will be a better day”. But then, of course, people aren’t mind readers and are trying their best.
So, I agree OP, but I am not sure if it is that people don’t care, they just don’t get it.
It frustrates me though when someone commits suicide and you see all those Facebook posts about being there to talk. Those people often asked for help until they were blue in the face. And, if obviously “mentally ill” were described as manipulative or attention seeking.
I think most people don’t like mental illness when the person is acting in a way that makes them hard to be around.
They prefer the idea of saving someone’s life by talking to them, then they imagine could be a hero of Facebook and tell everyone about it.