So...hi. I've been busy. And today I told people at my job about my experience with depression. I had too many people come up to me afterward, give me a hug, and say "You're so brave for sharing this with us." No, I'm not brave. If I had diabetes and told people, they wouldn't think I was brave. It's patronizing bullshit. I didn't share my experience because I need the attention or want a participation trophy. I shared because someone in our meeting said something to the effect of we all have some degree of depression, we've all experienced clinical depression at some point. Uh...no. I'm just hoping people don't start treating me like I need to be swaddled in cotton (and no I don't mean a straight jacket).
My parents are here. I did not take vacation time to be with them. They will be left to their own devices on Sunday while we attend a graduation party for a friend's son (there was already a comment about that, but I summarily ignored it). I am also planning to go out with Aussie at least once while they're here and spend time with friends the day after they leave.
I SURVIVED their visit! There were no arguments. There were no power struggles. Aussie and I got to go out 3 times. There was no gaslighting or guilt-trips. I'm not wallowing in a pit of depression now that they've gone home.