I think it’s really that I think it’s stupid and unappealing, @midcenturylegs. It’s a set of unhelpful thought processes that I am keen to stop. So I think I’m trying to hide it from myself more than MrSG (who would, I have no doubt, be lovely and supportive).
I’ve never been great at sharing problems or issues with anyone really (a legacy of my parents’ acrimonious divorce where my sister and I were used as pawns for years). Everyone I’ve ever had a relationship with has commented on it. Even my horrible ex, described me as ‘a very private person’, even before I determined to never tell him anything because what little I disclosed would be used against me.
MrSG told me that he ‘needs to worry about me a bit more’ because he’s recognised that I probably won’t let on that I have a problem (unless I have to). Admittedly this was after I nearly cut my fingertip off at his house, continued cooking breakfast (with it wrapped in kitchen towel) and seriously downplayed the whole thing when I needed to ask him for a plaster. Thing is, it wasn’t that I thought he’d react badly. It’s more that: 1. I didn’t want to admit to myself how bad it was so I just carried on as if it were nothing and 2. I’m so used to getting on with things and hiding illness and injuries (because my ex would be a nightmare) that I just did it on autopilot really.
Reading that back, it sounds even more ridiculous than I already thought it was. I’m an idiot. 😂