No idea where I come up with these things, but as I was flitting around town yesterday, I wondered to myself what it would be like if we all lived in a town together....as neighbours. I guess I got to thinking about it because I have been supported this past while through some pretty rough times and the questions that people are asking me, the insights they are giving me, are pretty spot on. Nothing that 'normal people' would be able to hit on.
I used to live with a friend when I was going catatonic all the time. I have known here since grade 9. She would be considered my BFF and she knows me really well. And I would be in her kitchen and I trigger would hit me and I would fall.on.the.floor. Smash. No warning. And she would get all bent out of shape. Stressed her out big time as there was no telling how long I would be crashed for. Could be days. So she spent a ton of energy figuring out how to get me up off the kitchen floor.
And then I got to thinking that if I was in this town of all of us with PTSD, and dropped on the floor with no warning, I feel like the reaction would be a bit different. I feel like the majority of you would stop, tilt your heads, take in what had happened and think to yourselves, "BONUS, now I have a great excuse as to WHY I won't be washing the kitchen floor for the next few days".
All depends on one's outlook, doesn't it? I don't know why, I just had to share. Any thoughts on how you feel you might be differently supported (in a good way), if we had our peeps living right next door?
I used to live with a friend when I was going catatonic all the time. I have known here since grade 9. She would be considered my BFF and she knows me really well. And I would be in her kitchen and I trigger would hit me and I would fall.on.the.floor. Smash. No warning. And she would get all bent out of shape. Stressed her out big time as there was no telling how long I would be crashed for. Could be days. So she spent a ton of energy figuring out how to get me up off the kitchen floor.
And then I got to thinking that if I was in this town of all of us with PTSD, and dropped on the floor with no warning, I feel like the reaction would be a bit different. I feel like the majority of you would stop, tilt your heads, take in what had happened and think to yourselves, "BONUS, now I have a great excuse as to WHY I won't be washing the kitchen floor for the next few days".
All depends on one's outlook, doesn't it? I don't know why, I just had to share. Any thoughts on how you feel you might be differently supported (in a good way), if we had our peeps living right next door?