Probably not the correct medical term, but I like to call this sort of behaviour “controlled schitzophrenia”. Humans are really, really good at it.
I’ve seen it a lot, albeit in different environments/scenarios.
I catch myself doing it, more often than I care to admit.
To some extent, I’d say it’s a valid (but deeply problematic) coping mechanism, something to deal with life. It’s just that while it may help in the short run, it also tends to cement the status quo, however bad it may be.
And beyond a certain point it’s like an auto-immune disease, hurting instead of shielding.
And no, I don’t have a patent remedy. Having people in your life who frequently make you do a reality/sanity check helps, though.
