Amharra,
there's a lot in that last post of yours, but I particularly relate to the effect being high-functioning has on the medical profession and any other helping organisation. So it might help to relate one of these experiences.
I'll stay clear of a depression anecdote, but about 3 years ago I had an accident while out trail running that resulted in an extremely bad case of sciatica - if you haven't had it it's akin to having red hot pokers shoved into a butt cheek and moved around by malevolent pixies. There is no respite from it day or night, no matter what you do. Walking, sitting, lying, it is as if someone has poured lava down the lower half of one side of your body. Physical pain the like of which I have not known, I think you get the picture.
So I go to the doctor, and, like any good god-fearing Irish man, I describe the excrutiating agony that I am in, all the while maintaining what is known in the UK as 'the Dunkirk Spirit' or more commonly a stiff upper lip. After this description of my pain, the GP closes the appointment by suggesting I take Ibuprofen and rest.
I think 'Ibuprofen and rest???? What the fuck does he think I've been doing for the past few days?!?!?'
I say 'Thank you Doctor' and leave
I cry on the way home. This is my experience of the impact of being high functioning.
When I get home I reflect on this experience and resolve to return to the GP, but this time I realise that it's more important to
express, rather than just
describe my pain to the idiots in the medical profession. The next day I see the GP. This time I let the pain out. If those bastards want to see pain, then see it they will - I cry, I sob, and I beg for help, there's snot dripping off my nose and onto the floor - I'm a mess.
The GP gives me valium and codeine and can't prescribe stuff fast enough. I leave the surgery and this time I do not cry on the way home. This time, through the pain, I smile and feel better.
The lesson I learned - my upbringing had inhibited my ability to get suitable help, but I was able to 'act' like someone who was not afraid of displaying emotion and this ended in the help that I needed. Oh yeah, and most people do
not realise that it's the quiet ones you need to be most concerned about, so that being the case I became one of the loud ones. It's a pain in the ass but that seems to be the way it is.
If you've got an additional help, in your sister, that's cool. BTW high functioning is a sign of strength - it does not feel like it because people respond to the high functioning part of you when you really only want them to reach out and hold / help you - and then it feels like you are on your own with your problems. I know that feeling only too well - but you're not alone. There are others of us out there and if you keep doing what you're doing you will get through this.
Remember though, you can also choose to become one of the 'loud ones' and people will respond to you, however that, as your T suggests, may involve a trip to the hospital. I don't know where your head is right now but I'd play that card only when all other avenues were closed.
Take care of yourself,
Paul