I used to find this excruciating and so this thread is really interesting to me. I always thought it was to do with my parents splitting up and feeling like I needed to keep those two families completely and utterly separate for emotional safety.
Same here! This is so interesting. I was very slow to work out who I was as a child and adult, and then again as a mother, I think partly because I grew up between two very hostile homes. You have to fit in to whatever is going on and ‘be the right child’ for each parent. I had an equal split of time between them which made this division very intense.
It was awful and once I first left home going away to study as far as I could get, I made my own friendships. I was independent and reasonably streetwise in some ways. I collected diverse friends from different parts of my life and jobs and interests and really got great anxiety about mixing them. When it happened and it worked it was a real joy. When it happened and didn’t work I felt mortified.
I don’t know if maybe because they’d seen a glimpse of a different me that I didn’t want them to see via that friend who didn’t mix well. If neither friend liked the other it blew my mind. I’m interested in how responsible I felt for the whole thing. I’d find myself cooling towards the friend who couldn’t adapt to accommodate whoever else a bit. I made it a bit of a test of them which probably wasn’t very fair.
Also it had its advantages- I would introduce boyfriends to friends and if they couldn’t hack it I’d know they weren’t a keeper. That was usually the right instinct.
It made for some lonely times too- I kept my adult friendships all a bit surface. Definitely self protection. Also like I keep my parental relationships. I am still terrible at asking for emotional listening or emotional help from friends or parents now and I think that puts a wall up between friends and parents unconsciously? I am always very touched and surprised if someone confides in me.
Even now I’m good at making new superficial friendships but pretty terrible at maintaining them once they’re there. I make new ‘friends’ at work who I realise know nothing about me so I must still be that chameleon. I hate being vulnerable in any way with them. Not always easy to hold that line at this life stage with working around my kids and my peri issues, my colleagues’ and my lives which can bring up big stuff like our parents starting to get older and need more from us.