I was wondering if anyone else experiences this or if I’m just utterly batshit.
I sometimes get very strong “bad vibes” from people and cannot bear to be in their presence. It’s like everything in me screams to get away from them.
I was emotionally and physically abused as a child, grew up essentially with three “parents” who had personality disorders. A narcissist (diagnosed), an Avoidant/Anti Social PD (diagnosed) and what my counsellor and I strongly suspect was a Borderline PD mother. I was a parentified child, codependent, anxious preoccupied attachment etc. I’ve had a lot of therapy as an adult as I’ve had a history of bullying and emotionally abusive relationships
Anyway, occasionally, but too often for me to feel it’s normal, I get way too intense vibes from people and I feel like they are not safe to be around. It’s like something is screaming “get away, RUN!!!”
The example that has made me post tonight is a woman from a Zoom disability Shielded people’s support group that I’ve never actually met. Because of the sickeningly intense bad vibe I was getting from her, I quite literally couldn’t stay in the Zoom group any longer.
We’ve had a handful of meetings together so far and I can’t say why I feel so, for want of a better word, repulsed, by her and like she is “unsafe”. The first week, I found her a bit annoying, over enthusiastic, tactless about another member but nothing “sinister”. Then I felt she was looking at me like I was under a microscope, as she made comments (even though on the face of it they were complimentary comments) about what I was wearing, the way I looked etc, making out I had made an unnatural amount of effort for “just” a zoom meeting but in a “friendly” “jokey” way. It made me feel very self conscious and embarrassed and actually really upset as it felt like the entire group was then looking at me. I didn’t like having the attention drawn to me. Then she started having this tendency to dominate all of the conversations and talk about herself constantly. The other group members seemed to love her and encouraged this, even though she would monologue for pretty much the entire session and no one else would get to speak. The chair person seems enthralled by her.
Anyway, tonight, we started the session with a talk from a lecturer but as it was on Zoom, I could see her nodding and smiling and encouraging the speaker but it made me feel really odd. Like she was a “smiling crocodile”. I know I sound insane! I swear I’m quite normal but the more I could see her the more I was getting this sickening feeling in my stomach like she was dangerous and I had to get away from her and not let her know anything about my life. In the end I actually text a friend and asked them to to fake an emergency phonecall to me so I could politely leave. I don’t want to go back to the Zoom group, just her face on the screen makes me feel like all the hairs are standing up on end and I want to flee. It was really like something was shouting at me “get away from her”.
I have had this before, like an instant “unsafe” feeling and I always feel like I’m under a microscope (which is how I felt with the NPD relative from my childhood until I went NC). The thing is, I’m sometimes right! One of them, who everyone except me adored turned out to be a prolific child abuser. Another turned out to be a stalker with ASPD, several more had BPD. There are maybe 4 women who I’ve cut out of my life because I felt a horrible vibe from them but don’t know if I was right or wrong to do that.
I feel like there is something wrong with me, like I have “people problems” but at the same time it is genuinely like certain people trigger a “flight” or a “freeze” response in me and I can’t help it. The longer I stay in the situation (like a room or something) with them, the louder the instinct to get the hell away is.
I’m not having therapy at the moment but my therapist used to say to trust my instincts and I didn’t have to like everyone anyway.
But I can’t shake the feeling that maybe the woman above for example was actually a really lovely person and it’s me that’s the horrible one.
Can anyone relate? Is there anything I should be doing about this?