I think it’s very difficult for someone who has never been clinically depressed to understand someone who is. You can not imagine the inside out world we inhabit when we are depressed. You think of us as intelligent people, so if we ask for attention in any way other than directly acting, you think we are manipulating you.
I don’t believe that people manipulate unless they have good reason to do so. Much of this depends on the individual family dynamics in your situation. If there is a history of certain kinds of actions and responses, and it has happened over and over, then it seems like it will keep on happening as long as it works. My question is whether anyone would pay attention to her if she simply asked, instead of creating a crisis?
I think it is not helpful to think of her behavior as manipulative. When I was depressed, I could not ask for help because I didn’t think I deserved it. I was not worth it. I knew that if I disappeared no one would notice. I knew that no one liked me. I was a drag. A downer. I hurt people. I was useless and worthless and the sooner I disappeared, the better. I believed with all my heart that this is how other people saw me.
I also knew that I didn’t want to manipulate anyone into anything. If someone wanted me around, they would have to come to me. But this was also incredibly painful—waiting to see if anyone noticed or anyone cared. Pretty soon, I was not only in incredible pain, but I was unable to think logically—or at least, what passes for logic amongst normal people.
I had my own logic. My logic was to push people away when I wanted help. My logic was to deny that anyone loved me when I desperately wanted to be loved. Why? Because I didn’t want to be faked out. I didn’t want people to pity me. If someone loved me, I needed to know it was real love—love that could stand up in the face of my unwillingness to be worthy of it.
So in the end you convince yourself that you are worthless and you don’t deserve life and the pain is too much and so it’s time to go. You don’t really want to go, because all you really want is for the pain to go away. But you can’t figure out how to make that happen except to kill yourself. You talk yourself into trying, although you really don’t want to die, so you leave an out. You try, but not hard enough so that someone couldn’t rescue you. Then you hope.
How do you comfort a person like this? Two things. One, you love them as fiercely as you can. Two, you prove that you really do love them by being there for them as much as you possibly can.
You do not accuse them of manipulating you. This will confirm their belief they are worthless. This plays right into their worst beliefs about themselves.
You have to do everything you can to show you love them. You let them know you think about them. You hug them. You take them to therapy. You help them exercise and eat right. You get them properly diagnosed and on the proper meds. You call them regularly. You do things with them. You show them you want their company.
I’m sorry if this seems unfair. It seems like it’s playing into her hands or something. The point is that she does deserve attention. She shouldn’t have to manipulate to get it. She isn’t manipulating, anyway. She is following the logic of the depressed. Which, no matter how much I try to explain it, is impossible for anyone to understand who hasn’t been there. It’s just too unbelievable. What can I say? We’re crazy. We’re fucked. 20% of us die from our disorder.