Living With People Who Don't Understand Your Anxiety
Many of us live with people who don't understand our anxiety. About 18% of American adults live with an anxiety disorder.1 There are millions more all over the world who also have anxiety, which means that a lot of us live with people who don't understand our anxiety. Whether it's roommates, parents, spouses, or children, you may be living with people who don't understand (Lack of Understanding of Mental Illness). Here are some thoughts on how to cope better in that situation.
My Experience Living With People Who Don't Understand Anxiety
I currently live with my parents. Yes, that's right. I'm turning 50 next year, and I've lived at home the past two years. I went through a hellish experience a couple of years ago where I was dealing with the end of a relationship, plus struggling with my various addiction problems. My life basically disintegrated, and I was forced, by circumstance, to live with people who, though sympathetic, don't understand my issues with anxiety.
But, I consider myself lucky. Many others are living with people who not only don't understand anxiety, but are hostile towards it. A great number of people with anxiety disorder are in living situations where they are shamed, mocked, and forced to survive mental health stigma on a regular basis. Thank God I am not in a situation like that.
Tips for Living With People Who Don't Understand Your Anxiety
- Don't take their lack of understanding personally. -- Can people without a mental illness understand us at all? I think most people don't understand anxiety because they've never experienced it firsthand. Like being in love, having depression, or parenting children, anxiety and panic disorder can't really be understood unless you've been through them yourself. Try remembering that the next time someone doesn't understand your anxiety. It helps make it less personal (How To Stop Taking Things Personally).
- Gauge their empathy levels. -- There's a difference between not understanding and simply not caring. Just because someone doesn't understand doesn't necessarily mean they don't care. Try limited sharing about your anxiety to see which of the people you live with are worthy of being trusted with that information.
- Set interpersonal boundaries. -- Among other things, setting functional boundaries lets us keep certain people out of certain parts of our lives. This is an important skill to have if you're living with people who don't understand your anxiety.
- Spend time with people who do understand anxiety. -- The most important tip I can give about living with people who don't understand anxiety is to spend as much time as possible around people who do understand. I see getting support for anxiety as a survival skill -- a crucial part of how to create an emergency anxiety toolkit. It's our skills that make living with anxiety possible, and getting support from people who really do understand anxiety is the most important skill there is.
It's not easy to live with people who don't understand your anxiety. Unfortunately, it's simply a reality for a lot of us. It's the reality of my situation, too, at least for the time being. For now, the only solution I see is to keep practicing my anxiety skills until such time as I can live on my own again, which is a whole other can of worms. Thankfully, there are anxiety skills to cope with that, too.
1 Any Anxiety Disorder Among Adults. (n.d.). Retrieved September 17, 2015.
Weber, G. (2015, September 16). Living With People Who Don't Understand Your Anxiety, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2022, October 1 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/treatinganxiety/2015/09/living-with-people-who-dont-understand-your-anxiety
Author: Greg Weber
I understand every single person who has left a comment in this forum. I hope everyone has been able to find some kind of support , and are doing better. I sincerely mean it.
My parents never understand me my name is Diego I’m from California and I’m 17 years old currently dealing with very intense anxiety disorder and my parents always complain and get mad at me saying you’ll never get out of this always putting me down it’s irritating I know all of us try and so do I I put in effort but Those who can’t feel it talk negativity all I can say for someone In my shoes is try you’re best to not let them upset you or get you mad because otherwise it’s like a toxic ground between the two I don’t even get along very well with my parents all because of my anxiety I’m tired of it it’s getting better then when I was first diagnosed but still need work to go Goodluck to everyone
What if the people who don't understand your anxiety should understand it because they have it too? Every time I tell them what triggers it and ask them not to do those things, they either get angry at me or ignore what I say and do it anyway.
I am a teen girl and I live with my parents. I get bad panic attacks almost every week now and my mom does know about and says that she knows what I am going through but I feel like she doesn't. I can be sat on the floor in my bedroom crying, hyperventilating and screaming and she will tell me to stop. It is so hard living like this, feeling like my mental problems are a burden and an annoyance to her. I wish I could see a therapist but my dad does not want me to and it would create problems in my house and I don't need to feel like a nuisance anymore than I already do.
i understand what your going through... It's the same thing I'm going through! It feels like there trying to understand but rally don't!
I'm so insecure about this, but I'm legitimately terrified of my Phys Ed class. I think I was traumatized because I got mixed with the athletes. For that reason, they made me do an unfair amount of push ups. (Over 200) until I started crying. My leg almost snapped, but they didn't care. As soon as I started crying they told me "get up". And I was thankful it was over until he blew the whistle three times and I had to get back down and do fifty more. By that time i wasn't able to walk. They yelled at me And told me I was a terrible person as I was crying. I wasn't able to stand and that feeling.... I don't know what it did. But I don't feel like anyone understands why I cry in the class before P.E. or why I get lightheaded. I feel like anyone reading won't understand and that it seems stupid, but every night I close my eyes and haven't slept for almost two weeks straight now. I've gotten to the point where I'm trying to knock myself out. My mother tells me its fine and that its good for me, and thats why im here. She gets angry when i complain and she plays the guilt game. And my friends (i have only three) dont know how to handle it, and have intentionally stopped inviting me to hang out anymore and play video games or eat ice cream and just have a Happy Hippie Hut. My mom hates it when i cry, and says its not healthy. I just need support, im hoping ill find it here.
Hi there, I'm sorry to hear you are experiencing so much anguish. It sounds like you could really use some support. It's certainly took me many years to accept that some people are not going to understand me. It's important to get support where it's available. Try speaking with your school social worker. The social worker can be a good bridge to communicate your needs to your mom, as well as someone who can guide you in talking to your friends. You mention "trying to knock yourself out". I take this to mean to sleep, but please do reach out if you're feeling like harming yourself. Sleep deprivation can make anxiety worse, so it's important that you take steps to get yourself into a rhythm without forcing sleep (resistance/force makes things worse too). Here's an article with some sleep tips: https://www.healthyplace.com/other-info/sleep-disorders/develop-good-sleep-habits/. Wishing you all the best. Remember you're not alone.
Hey no 1 understand me i have bad anxiety and its got worse ppl run when they see me 2day i was crying at Woolworths when i was doing my shopping my heart was fast my tears was coming out felt pain
Kristen, my heart goes out to you. I hope things have gotten better or you've gotten some help. Big hug.
Yeah. When ever it comes to celebrations or expressing my opinion or whatever else. Aniexty spikes. My sister knows I have anxiety. But my mom and dad brush off like it's nothing. It's not because I'm soft. That's just the way I am. I HATE it. My mom "Did some do something, no"? "Then you should be upset". I not able to have my own emotions validated. I'm allow to feel what I feel. Freaking out is pointless??! I can't help it. It's just who I am. I cried and trembled on my graduation day in front of everyone even though I was perfectly fine before. Why? Because I was overwhelmed. I cried hysterically in the bathroom on my thirteenth birthday and I made sure nobody in my family knew any of this happened. It's horrible. In the summer I can't even go outside without freaking out someone from my school will see me. I dislike that people assume your feelings for you! Oh it's nothing they say. If it's nothing, then why am I freaking out? Hmmm. Why do feel like crap? It's exhausting. And, then you have those moments late at night when you just freak out and second guess yourself and put yourself down and you have tears streaming down your face and nobody knows. Those are the worst nights. And there those days when you feel okay. Having some listen, having someone notice when you're getting uncomfortable and just take somewhere quiet so you could calm down (for me anyway) is better the screaming in my ear or asking me what's wrong or trying to solve the problem. Because, to be honest no one is going to able to change that part of me.
I have felt like the proverbial square peg in a round hole for over fifty years. Why can't I go up a ski lift without feeling overwhelming anxiety? Why was sitting in a crowd such a problem for at least a decade? Why did I have panic attack after panic attack in Church so crippling that it took me two years to sit through a whole Mass? Why did my family act like I didn't accomplish much when I finally did manage to attend an entire service? Why didn't anyone understand my joy when I faced fears that most people can handle easily?
I try to explain only once, or maybe twice to people who seem to truly want to understand. If people ask after that, I change the subject.