Personal space

I've found that I have very large personal space bubble. I get very claustrophobic when people get into my space. My stepmom who has Alzheimer's and doesn't really understand that it freaks me out, will follow me around especially when I'm in the kitchen. She's literally a foot behind me. Then she wants to hug on me and rub me back.

I can't really put it on her bc she doesn't understand what she's doing, if I say anything to her she gets upset.

Really my question is does anyone else have personal space issues like this too?

Hi! I'm new here. I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar II and just started a new treatment of meds. I, too, have personal space issues. I freak out when i see old friends or relatives who have a habit of hugging or giving a peck on the check as a form of greeting. I realize that this is a common form of greeting for people but it still gives me some anxiety. It holds true even for family members I'm somewhat close to.

But it gets really bad for me in crowded places.. just the physical proximity of people (e.g when in line, or shopping) makes me jumpy and anxious.

Hi Jxmu!

I've been a member for a while but have been away, this a great site tho!

Anyway, I'm hoping to get a dog that I can train to be a psychiatric service dog. You can train them to put distance between you and another person, or to lean on you or distract you if you start having a panic attack. I'm currently living at my dads house tho so I'm going to have to either wait till he says it's ok or figure out away to get my own place.

Certainly I do. The ones I bring on rapid speech and constant coming. And ship knows the ones where they come. I already hear the convoy before it happens. Saying NO is hard for me. I am certainly wrong here. I snapped my phone cause my head needed quietness and rest. I know it's wrong and impulsive. On the bright side it wasn't human and didn't feel a physical pain. Thank god.

My dog is not trained but. She is everything. She doesn't talk with words. Just her eyes of love. Her cheery upbeat tail wag. She's a scottie. Hangs out with me and combats any loneliness. Wolf mommy when suicidal sickness set in. She knew what to do. Angel close by. No phoning calling. Disturbing the patients only opportunity to care for herself. During the throws of a severe illness. Just about to nothe off from my trip to he'll. My own mother screwed me out of it. God sometimes I can t a taste a hospital surrounding as more message giving to people. Than my own home. Our faces and people's assumptions of us. Clueless them and taking a beating and not quitting to believe we can get our true self better. Without these frock in lenses ...or stained. Wonder how good it all must look to see life with health of no bipolar illnesses.