Social Support
I have made so many friends so far in my life. Fortunately never made any enemy.Unfortunately after coming to the U.S, I failed to make a single friend in 10 years.Even when I made few friends it did not last for very long. The longest friendship which lasted was for about 16 months with a bengali family.
We had our ups and downs but all in all the bengali family was very nice.The lady her self was very nice and always treated me like her younger sister. Ironically that turned out to be the biggest problem.She started expecting so much from me which I could not live up to. With two small kids I did not have time to spend hours with her everyday. I started cutting back and there it was friendship was over.
Do I regret it? Honestly, yes I do.In all these years she was one of the nicest thing that happened to me. I do miss her,because our friendship was such that, that we could share everything. I used to feel relieved after talking to her. She was so open to me, that most of the time her cutting remarks used to hurt me,but I still did not mind. I guess that was because I knew in my heart how bad it feels to have no one to talk to ,no social support and no friends.My kids started learning to talk to people ,because she was a people person. Her husband adored my kids. After breaking up with her I do have more time but I still miss her
I know there are explosions of social media platform which allows us to have millions of friends. However, despite online friendship we are more sad and alone than ever. Just having someone to talk to can reduce so much anxiety and depression. This problem is more for people like me who are foreigners in America and who do not have friends from their own country and to top it off have no family other than a husband and small kids.
It has been months that I talked to anyone except my kids and husband. Right now it feels more, because kids are not going to school. Otherwise I could still talk to other parents. There is no social interaction at all for me. No one comes to my house and I do not go to anyone's house. There is no party or get together for me or my kids.
We had our ups and downs but all in all the bengali family was very nice.The lady her self was very nice and always treated me like her younger sister. Ironically that turned out to be the biggest problem.She started expecting so much from me which I could not live up to. With two small kids I did not have time to spend hours with her everyday. I started cutting back and there it was friendship was over.
Do I regret it? Honestly, yes I do.In all these years she was one of the nicest thing that happened to me. I do miss her,because our friendship was such that, that we could share everything. I used to feel relieved after talking to her. She was so open to me, that most of the time her cutting remarks used to hurt me,but I still did not mind. I guess that was because I knew in my heart how bad it feels to have no one to talk to ,no social support and no friends.My kids started learning to talk to people ,because she was a people person. Her husband adored my kids. After breaking up with her I do have more time but I still miss her
I know there are explosions of social media platform which allows us to have millions of friends. However, despite online friendship we are more sad and alone than ever. Just having someone to talk to can reduce so much anxiety and depression. This problem is more for people like me who are foreigners in America and who do not have friends from their own country and to top it off have no family other than a husband and small kids.
It has been months that I talked to anyone except my kids and husband. Right now it feels more, because kids are not going to school. Otherwise I could still talk to other parents. There is no social interaction at all for me. No one comes to my house and I do not go to anyone's house. There is no party or get together for me or my kids.
Isn't it boring?
Now I have developed such a fear of talking to people, that I doubt I will ever make friends.
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