Despite what you might think, I believe social media is a great tool to meeting new friends as well as getting in contact with old ones. My favorite part of social media is the groups you can join. Some are for shared interests, fandom, etc. and those are good but I like the ones for support, especially since you can find people who may share in ailments, experiences, and/or traumatic events and especially those with mental health issues, who will understand when others do not.
When I joined Myspace, I made friends but I don’t remember any support groups. I’m not saying it didn’t have any. I am just not aware of them if they had groups. Reluctantly, I joined Facebook when Myspace was dying. Actually, I think I signed up but didn’t use it until the death of Myspace. I began to enjoy it.
While I was becoming involved in Facebook, my mental health issues were all over the place. My anguish was apparent in some of my posts. An old friends invited me to join a support group for people with bipolar disorder which, at the time, was my diagnosis. I eagerly joined. It was wonderful. I don’t remember being too outspoken in the first group but it helped me feel less alone.
I joined many groups after that until I found one that felt like home. These were kindred spirits, my tribe. It was a large, very large, group but not every member was active and it was easy to become acquainted with the more active members. I could relate to the people and I felt accepted in a way I don’t think I ever had before in my life. I made friends. I met some inspiring mental health warriors.
Soon, I was a regular. I shared, expressed myself, tried to offer advice without coming across bossy (because I don’t know all and never meant to sound above anyone), and it made me feel good. I received positive feedback and some members voiced appreciation.
The admin in the group took notice of my positive nature and asked me to join the admin team. I cannot describe how honored I felt and I tried to do my best for the group and its members. The feedback and appreciation from others made me feel so loved. My fellow admin gave me the friendship I was sorely missing at the time. I felt like I had found new purpose.
This is not to say I hadn’t had good friends in my life. It is not that I had never felt love. The group enriched my life and made coming to terms with my latest diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder easier to swallow. I needed them and they made me feel necessary. Yes, I am a mother, wife, daughter, and friend but this group was totally relatable and I need to feel like I am understood, at least at some level.
One of my favorite things was the friendships I developed with the female admin. I feel so far from my lifelong friends and misunderstood by most everybody so I really needed this. They were all so encouraging and fun it was almost like the childhood friendships from long ago.
We chatted a lot. We all belonged to a secret group for discussing group related issues but the ladies had a private group chat and I was included. We shared openly. As usual, I would find myself in situations I felt were inescapable but the ladies helped me find my way. I think I told them almost everything there is to know about me. I trusted them. They were so kind.
It sucks to say this and I’m not sure I believe it wholeheartedly but it turned out I was wrong. It was either that or the fact that the old adage that “all things must come to an end” is true. While I believe they are great women in their own way, I came to the realization that I was still a misfit and didn’t have the devotion from these “friends” as I thought.
What happened?
Last year, I took many absences from being online because I kept getting sick. At one point, I had food poisoning, then again food poisoning, followed by stomach viruses one after another. I would pop in, apologize for not being there, and tend to my constantly ailing stomach. I kept in touch with the ladies, or I felt like I was keeping them up to date. They said they understood. This stomach thing was a recurring issue but they loved me. They would understand. Another admin was frequently absent dealing with her life and no one batted an eye. We loved her and didn’t want to see her go so I assumed the same would prove true for me.
It was a difficult time amongst the admin. A lot of upheaval happened in part because of a newer admin but I still felt like the rest had my back. I would get this gnawing feeling that perhaps they were growing tired of me being sick so often and I worried but tried not to allow the paranoia to take over, having me doubt that the ladies would turn on me. We were friends. Friendships are special bonds that should not (or I believe shouldn’t) be shrouded with doubt and paranoia.
Now, it isn’t that my insecurities were coming from nowhere. They had had a private chat about a now former admin. She was eventually relieved of her admin duties based on said chat. I was left out of the discussion until the end. They said it was because I try to find the good in most everyone. The group thought I would fight them, maybe. So, I excused being left out and took it as a compliment. Why should I have felt bad for believing in the good in others? The admin being discussed was demoted to being a member only. Regretfully, when the ladies said we should all unfriend her, I followed. I am friends with her now but I still feel guilty that I didn’t go to her and address the concerns of the group. I should have said or done something, anything but unfriend her, even if it was temporary but I digress.
At some point, it seems the ladies (and perhaps even the men but they never joined in the gossipy crap) became disillusioned by the latest admin. I can’t say I blame them all things considered. This led to her being let go from the admin team. She was the second lady to be escorted out of the admin group. I thought that because I had been sick and unreliable in my sickness, they made the decision in my absence. It would’ve been understandable. By this time though, I was feeling better and believed if had I been well, I would have been included in whatever discussion was had.
For the sake of this post, I’ll call her B. I will leave A for the first admin to be dismissed. Anyhow, B came to me to ask for my help talking to the ladies. She told me she didn’t understand why she was discarded like an old winter coat. I cannot remember every word exchanged but I do know at some point telling B about my paranoia that the admin were talking about me behind my back but that I knew (or thought I knew) it was just a case of paranoia.
That is when I was told of the betrayal. She told me she had to share some screenshots with me and to brace myself. She sent screenshot after screenshot. They all had nicknames but she clued me in to who was who. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. It was obvious B had instigated the chat but each lady I believed was my true blue friend seemed to have had no problem joining her with assumptions as to my activities because no one has that many cases of food poisoning.
They didn’t believe I was really sick. Not once during that time did any of them come to me but instead took part in this hateful chat. They didn’t come to me because they were chatting about me with each other in this private chat. They bashed me, accused me of despicable behavior, and argued about who was going to confront me. I say confront because based on the words they used to discuss me, there wasn’t an ounce of concern. There wasn’t any mention of concern at all. It was all condemnation. I think B thought showing me the discussion would make me trust her or take her side about her dismissal but some of the things brought up were about things I only told her. She said disparaging things and it was painfully obvious by the things the others said could only have been brought up if she told them some things I told her but adding her own disgusting twist. Like the fact one of them said I was screwing a young man, cheating on Andrew. I had mentioned once that I was talking to a younger man who was a long time friend and B suggested I screw him to which I said I don’t believe in cheating no matter what.
After a few days of crying, I did what I felt was best and unfriended each of them. I continued to be the best admin I could be but without the friendships with the ladies. Since no male was involved, I didn’t unfriend them. I made a point of posting any compliments I was given by members in the secret admin group. Why? I wanted them to know that I still valued my position as admin and with the exception of being sick, I would be there for the group. No one said anything about being unfriended so I assumed this was just how it would be. In my mind, I believed it was out of respect for me so no comment necessary.
One morning, I was checking the notifications and saw a tag to a post in the secret admin group we had. My stomach was in knots as I read the post. They were angry. They were blasting me for unfriending them and telling me it was all B. They had nothing but concern for me. I began to comment pictures of the screenshots. It didn’t matter to them that I knew. I hate being in trouble with anyone I love but was mistakenly wrong in my assumption that I would have their understanding. I didn’t.
I was commenting back and forth when the post became unavailable to me. I knew at that moment, I was no longer going to be part of the team. I tried clicking on a notification from this secret group, denied. I tried to access the big group fearing I had been booted and sure enough, I had. The group wouldn’t come up in a search so I had been blocked too.
Since I had made a lot of friends from the group, I posted on my wall that I had been booted. I fear so much but the main point of the post was so no one felt like I abandoned them.
Turns out, I have some great friends. They stuck by me and went to the group’s admin asking for me to be readmitted. I don’t know what was said and good or bad, felt like it wasn’t my business. The important thing (and amazing thing) was I was wanted. My friends who were in the group stood up for me. I was hurting but knowing I was wanted meant everything to me. At some point during the day, I was made a part of the group again.
I thought being back in the group was all I needed. This group was and is very important to me. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the same. A couple of times, this admin or that came to me accusing one of my posts being about them or the situation. None of my posts were about them. This is a group that all live with one or more mental health issues so I told myself that it was their illnesses and not that the ladies held me in such low regard. While I knew I wouldn’t be admin again, I believed I would be part of the group like I was in the past.
However, it came to a point that I only felt that I could post motivational memes or quotes. I rarely shared my own personal issues or commented because I didn’t want to offend anyone. I had once been a voice in the group but no more. I felt helpless when guidelines were violated and a member needed an admin and I couldn’t help. Guidelines were violated and in more than one occasion, an admin liked the post. I would’ve understood if said admin had commented that a rule was broken and asked for the poster to delete but not liked it, leaving it up in the group; however, at least I was in the group. I felt guilty reading posts and not saying much to be supportive but in my mind all of it was temporary.
Frustration had grown out of what felt like forced silence so one day, I posted an apology for my silence. I tried to be as vague as possible yet still explaining why. I wasn’t vague enough but I was careful not to call any of them out by name. People commented. I responded to comments without disclosing the details. One of the comments hit a nerve with one of the ladies and this person lashed out and made a thinly veiled threat to be silence me if I didn’t stop attempting to poison the group against the remaining admin. I have never tried to be poison. I never told the group as a whole the story so I found the accusation unfounded. I only shared details with those I felt especially close. I responded to her and I believe I said something about feeling bullied or that she was being a bully to which she responded I needed help from my mental health team. Nevermind the fact that bullying violates guidelines.
I am still in the group. This group is very special to me despite it all. The members meant a lot to me. I love them. There was more agonizing turmoil but no one kicked me out of the group. For that, I am grateful. I left the post up for most of that day to read the comments from others but decided to delete it. I found it insincere to be told that she was hurting too by the one lady I thought I shared a close friendship.
In fact, I was highly offended when the person who spoke out against my post insinuated the whole ordeal was painful for everyone involved.
Excuse me? I didn’t read anything cruel being said about her or any of the other admin.
I wanted to start posting the screenshots in the comments but didn’t. It wasn’t meant for the entire group. That would have certainly meant banishment. I wish I hadn’t allowed it to get to me but it did. Of course, I cried.
Not wanting to abandon anyone even if my presence was not really important to anybody, I stopped being actively engaged. Today, I remain in the group. I am back to posting motivational stuff and occasionally commenting. At least I am present. I read my fellow warriors posts, react with one of the reaction emojis but I refrain from commenting in the same way I had previously.
This was not the end. In fact, it gave way to a new beginning.
With the encouragement from my dear friend Ayla, I started a small group. I have no desire to compete with the big group and in the new group, we decided to keep it small. I don’t want to replace the big one or try to replace it. The new group is a place where I can be myself without worrying if my words are misinterpreted and hurt any of the ladies I once called friends. I want to make it a safe haven, especially for the situations that come up where a person might prefer a smaller, intimate audience. Sometimes a large audience is intimidating even if there are only a few dozen active members. If anyone is like me, the lurkers can cause some paranoia.
I love them despite the gossiping chat they had about me. I love them even though one has sent me a personal message calling me out as a phony because I speak of love and she doesn’t think I am brimming with love like I try to be. (I was even told I’m hateful because of my tweets which are mainly retweets or providing fact checked information when I see a tweet spouting inaccurate and/or misleading information. I would hardly call the tweets bullying. ) I refuse to let this destroy me but it still hurts me tremendously. I just wish that as it was all going down, at least one would have truly come to me with love and concern rather than trash me, believe the worst of me, and speak so harshly me. I can’t believe no one spoke up for me or offered to talk to me and get to the bottom of what was going on with me. The lady I thought I had the best connection expressed how she found me difficult. She didn’t feel the same about me or see our friendship as I mistakenly did. Ouch!
Life can be painful. Life is full of disappointments. Life is also beautiful. For me, I will continue to have hope, try to believe I am a good person worthy of friendship, and not lose the love I have for the people who have been in my life. This lesson hurt but it didn’t kill me like it first felt like it would.