I just realized that the post above my responding to your post I compared it to diabetes. Thinking about it again, I can see what point you're making.
Exactly... it’s not about the thing itself being like PTSD or like being triggered; it’s the way I interact with others about those things, and the expectations I have, that are the same.
Like if I’m living in an apartment I expect my neighbors to be equally tolerant of my making noise (ie not at all) because I’m using my sports equipment, blasting my music, my kids are running around screaming, or I’m having a panic attack. No matter what the cause, that’s my life being loud, affecting their life. So when I rent apartments I either lease a space that is well insulated as to sound, or I make en effort to keep the noise down.
Conversely, I don’t give a good god damn what someone else’s opinion is in regards to things I do with my life / steps I take
that aren’t what they do, and they don’t see the purpose of, think it’s a waste of time & money, think is an outright mistake, etc. because they’re not a parent, don’t need safety equipment, their stress doesn’t have a cup ;) et cetera. I don’t have to explain or justify choices that I’m making in my own life, because they’re best for me & my family... just because someone else doesn’t make those same choices in their life. And when those choices conflict? Mine “win” because they’re a high enough priority for me that I will take my kid and head home, or whatever the equivalent thing is. This? Whatever “this” is, is a choice I’m making about how I live my life. No, I’m not choosing to be triggered at a party, the same way I’m not choosing for my kid to spike a fever at a party. But I AM choosing to take us both home, no matter how many people disagree and want us to stay, and if they want to get forceful about It? I can get forceful right back. Other people don’t have to agree with my decision, because it’s not their choice to make. It’s mine. Yes, it affects them, but that doesn’t supersede the fact that this is MY kid, or my life. What I say? Goes. And, in this case, so do we.
So whether I’m asking someone to turn on the lights because I’m nightblind, get triggered by the dark, don’t want to step on a lego barefoot, or just simply like the lights on... the degree to which I’m willing to push the issue varies a whole lot, as does what I’m willing to do about it if they won’t turn the lights on. Or whatever. I’m the one who wants the light on. Or the music up. Or for them to move their car so we can go snowboarding. Or to be home by nap time. Or to order in rather than out. A million zillion things... where my life intersects with other people... and the common denominator is that it’s my life. My responsibility to go about living in the way I want to. Not theirs to cater to. I want it? I make it happen. One way or another.