One of the hurtful and excruciating things ever said to me when I first shared about my depression and anxiety was that if I “had” depression, he would not trust me near my nieces and nephews whom I love so much because he thinks that I would hurt them.
I cried so hard when he said that. I love them. I would never think of that, it never crossed my mind in any way. It was just messed that he said that. Their presence makes me feel calm and better. They make me happy.
His stereotyping despite strongly arguing like he knew all about anxiety and depression because he had it.. really baffled me. I couldn’t face-palm enough.. it was ridiculous.