Well, you don’t have to sign any agreements of sale. You can take your house off the market and wait a little bit before selling. No one can force you to sell now, although, of course, there is your financial situation. But if your business is earning you enough to fix the apartment and pay your health care bills, then you do have leeway. And I thought you didn’t really want to move, anyway.
As to your mental status being “all over town,” I would not be happy about that. There are different schools of thought on this. On the one hand, people think that we should be “out” about our mental illnesses in order to show people that mentally ill people are all over the place and that we should be treated as perfectly capable members of society (when we are well).
My thinking is that this is pie in the sky thinking. There is no way that people will ever come to understand that you can be mentally ill and then you can be well and recovered and it’s all over. They will always remember, and always judge you in the light of your illness, and never forget.
People have all kinds of prejudices about the mentally ill. They think we are irresponsible. They think we will always try to get out of responsibility for something by blaming our illnesses. They don’t believe we might truly make bad decisions from illness. They think we are just faking it. They think we could pull ourselves out of it if we wanted to. They think we are mean because we are mean, not because of the illness.
They just don’t know how to tell if we are ourselves or if we are sick. So it is better just to not have anything to do with us. It is like we are criminals from prison. They won’t hire us if they find out.
So I’m not telling. No one in my life, except my wife, children, and a few, selected friends know. My workplaces doesn’t know. My neighbors don’t know. My parents and siblings don’t know. One uncle knows, although now I’m regretting having told him. Fuck it. Maybe he told my parents. But now they can know and not admit that they know.
You’re out, and you have to deal with that now. You have to be an exemplary citizen, I think. Ick. I’d hate that. I’d always be wondering what people are thinking of me. Well, nothing you can do about it. Just fuck ‘em. You can’t afford to care about what they think. I guess, in a way, that’s freeing. You can just be out there. As crazy as you want to be.
I have a friend who is like that. To his detriment, I think. He’s always putting his craziness in their faces, even lawyers and judges who want to help him. Even doctors who want to help him. He has a self-destructive bent, I think. Nothing I can do about it. But I do admire how he tells everyone how it is, and makes his jokes, and if they don’t get it, or misunderstand him, he doesn’t care, even though it hurts his cause.
I can’t do that. He uses his illness as an excuse to be who he is, which is fine. He is very smart, and he never gives anyone any quarter on that. He uses literary references and makes fun of people if they don’t get it. He intimidates people with his intelligence. Especially those who think they are smart, like lawyers representing him in his divorce. He won’t try to take their point of view. So, while it’s obvious to him his ex-wife’s accusations are nonsense, he doesn’t understand why it isn’t obvious to the judge. He makes jokes designed to put people on the defensive. Why? I guess it’s the only power he has.
He also does that with women. He seems very hateful and disrespectful to women, which works to get him laid, oddly enough, and then works to get rid of them. All so they can’t get close to him, emotionally. He doesn’t trust a soul to be close to him. Maybe me, a little. I can’t imagine him telling anyone else the stuff he tells me, but he knows that I both care and don’t care. So he can tell me deep stuff and I’ll listen and care, but I won’t make a big deal out of it. I don’t want anything from him, except someone to understand my own shit that no one else understands.
So he’s one example of how you can be out about your illness. I’m another. In a way, it’s kind of polar opposites and I’m sure there’s a range of behavior inbetween. I can’t say what’s best. Just that if you’re out, you might as well be really out. If you do move to GB, you can be closeted again.
If you can make it while being out, I’d rather be like that. Then you can be publicly crazy and people expect it, and you can get away with all kinds of outrageous shit. If I had no family, I think I’d do that. If I had no family and no job. I’d do that. But I’m not that badly off, and I have shit to protect, so that’s what I do. Sometimes I wish I weren’t such a chicken. But I am self protective because I can be and I like my creature comforts. If I ever lose them… who knows? God. What a relief it would be, I think, to say everything I think in real life.