Dating for mentally

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I'm 5-foot-5, slim, with brown hair and brown eyes. I suffer from mental illness.” Finally verging on being over a long-term, on-and-off relationship, I am both excited and terrified at the prospect of a new one.On one hand, I am the most self-confident I have ever been.

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I work with people with mental retardation every day in my job.

I have to reveal My Issues: I have major depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Does he need to know about the week last year when depression left me unable to leave my bed except to pee and open the door for nacho deliveries? (Or the fact that my existence is doomed to topple if I forget to bring them to his place one night? ” is not information I disclose in my Tinder profile; it wouldn’t be at home next to the spaghetti emoji and a quote from Generally I wait until after a few dates, when the guy might already suspect something is different about me—or notice that my bed is covered in Frosted Mini-Wheats—and yet not seem to mind. I find it helps to exercise and eat foods without preservatives.” People become armchair psychiatrists, forcing me to expend my already limited emotional energy explaining why I’d be dead were it not for the chemicals I swallow every day.

And while I have a lifetime of experience dealing with these quirks of my body chemistry, total mastery will always evade me. After I bring it up, it often goes like this: “So ADHD means you have trouble paying attention? I take Adderall sometimes to be more productive.” (He then might ask me for a few pills. For years I’ve worried that once someone knows the full extent of who I am—the incapacitating lethargy of my depression, the flightiness of my ADHD, the bottomless stomach­aches of my anxiety—they won’t want to stick around, and I don’t blame them.

On the other hand, the tangle of depression, anxiety, OCD, and borderline personality disorder in my head came fairly close to talking me into a swan dive off of a fifth-floor Paris balcony last week.

(If you’ve never suffered from depression, it might sound nonsensical that I would do this at my most self-confident.

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