Self-Hatred
May 16, 2005 2:47 PM
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I hate myself. This is a problem.
I hate myself. No, I mean I REALLY hate myself. I have been struggling with this since the age of 12. I am now in my late 20s. I don't hate my personality so much as I just hate my body, or more specifically being IN my body. I am disgusted by my human-ness, if you will. (Perhaps there is a term for this.)
I have had a long and exhausting battle with acne. I barely went outside for 4 years because I was so ashamed of my appearance. I gradually came to realize that I have a hormonal imbalance and now I cannot go off birth control or chaos will ensue. Then, last year I came to the devastating realization that I have rosacea. Ha! What a dirty, dirty trick. In addition to this progressive skin disease I have also experienced progressively worsening gum recession due to an as yet unidentified cause. No dentist can tell me what is wrong with me. I have bruxism and wear a mouth guard but it hasn't helped.
When I look at myself in the morror I see only my flaws. I don't need to be a super model; I just want to be me--minus all of these disorders and diseases. I am consumed with thoughts of "fixing" myself. Something close to panic sets in with each passing day. I am pathetic and mull over the fact that I am poor and will never be able to afford dental implants, cosmetic surgery, etc.
Most days I could really care less if I died. I don't want to get out of bed. Ever. But the kicker to this rant is that I am in love with the man of my dreams. He is my everything. I rely on him 100%. Needless to say, he has been deeply hurt by my depresion. After 5 years together I think we are both at the breaking point.
The crux of our neverending argument is that he feels he is #2 in my life--#1 being my self-hatred and the amount of time and energy I devote to it. I can't really argue with his statement because it is true. I try to reassure him by telling him that he IS #1 in my heart and that I don't purposely place anything or anyone above him. It's just that frequently, without even realizing it, in my mind I am more consumed with my own agony than I am with my love for him. I want to be the person he deserves but I think I have run out of ideas. I don't know how to change my viciously negative thought patterns.
I have been through all kinds of therapy and been diagnosed with everything from body dysmorphic disorder to post-traumatic stress to severe clinical depression. I don't think more therapy is the answer. I have taken enough psychology classes and paid for enough 1-hour sessions that I already know the strategies and theories--it's a matter of implementing them.
I've tried Prozac, Celexa, Paxil, Sam-e, and St. John's Wort. No success. Currently, I am trying Wellbutrin but it's too early to tell. I'm not expecting much.
I guess I should say that my depression isn't solely based on my appearance. It's all connected. I don't have the confidence to achieve the things I want in life. I have a degree in the arts but I, predictably, work in an office. If I hadn't experienced this myriad of health/appearance issues, I really think I would have liked to be the next Dian Fossey or Jane Goodall. Or perhaps tecahing children in Africa or South America. Now I feel that I am restricted to the "developed" world because of my dependence on certain medications, the constant threat of a nervous breakdown, and my selfish attitude.
I think my questions are:
1. How can I stop hating myself so much?
2. What can I do to stop incessantly thinking about hating myself and letting it invade my relationship?
I'm sorry this is so long. If anyone cares to bite at this from any angle and try to make sense out of me...
posted by anonymous to health & fitness (57 comments total)
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I think first you need to trust that great man you are with. Do you trust him? If so, then trust that he has made a good choice in being with you. He is with you for a reason. He is not blinded by love or whatever other excuse you would like to provide in order to continue hating yourself. He loves you for a damn good reason. He finds you attractive. Now trust him.
I have a disorder that involves pulling my hair out. For years, people in school and even relatives picked on me or told me to "just stop". I hated my appearance due to this for years. Then at some point, I chose to simply accept it. Obviously this decision didn't happen overnight, but I accepted that I pull my hair and that I'm going to have bald patches, and the world can go to hell if they don't like it. I'm not here to please them, after all. I'm here for myself, and part of that is accepting myself and moving forward. I know you are in this pretty deep and hearing someone say "accept it" might not work. I'm just saying what worked for me.
Wellbutrin took over two weeks to work for me, and then two additional weeks each time I increased the dosage. Hang in there, hopefully it will help you.
posted by veronitron at 2:59 PM on May 16, 2005