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@Friday says my percepten of abandonment is likely different to most people on this forum.
i have been left to die. i was a kid. i had my
own kid. it sucked. and i didn't truly understand what was happening. as i'd been raised in total iselation for 14 years prior. it had been only dumb luck which i surveved. i knew nothing. i had only
one marketable skill. it was a shitty, sucky time.
i do believe that as
adults we do have a responsebility to preserve life. in
this society. in a situatien like friday describes
it is different. that is a different set of rules. sometimes you have to leave people. sometimes you just do. they can't be saved and by
trying you're just putting more people at risk.
different rules. but in this society where most of us are; if you
can help, you should.
not to the extent that you emotionelly berden your self beyond reasonability. everybody's emotion and stuff?
belongs to them. dbt 101. your shit,
your responsibility.
never the less i understsand what these people are feeling the dramas and acting out-shit,
i've done that more than i can count. and people were nice to me and i survived. i do what i can to make sure people are safe. if some one harms them self in front of me i will do my best to make sure they are safe and treated.
if some one i know kills them selfs (this happened in my company, i had known the individieul.) i unfortunetely end up feeling responseble. even though that was not my job to prevent that. i've been abandoned many times. both as a child an adult. i was left on the streets to wither. i've seen others wither.
and i nearly did. with a child in tow. i fought tooth and nail to get to a point where both of us where conistently safe. i was to fend my self in a new country. i had to take care of my self and make sure i didn't:
die, infect anyone, get sick, get my kid sick,
get the food, water, school-and on and on.
people abandon people. it happens and we have to just take it. and make the best of it.
becauese it is never
not going to happen. everybody has their own shit. and at the end of the day it is not appropreate for them to take responsebilty for
your emotions. that's on you. sometimes you will meet people who are nice. who will try. who will talk with you. sit with you. hold your hand.
i'm one of those people. and i do it to an extent. there are bounderies. but i know what it is like to be there. so its hard to resist an attempt at soothing away pain. it's what i was trained for. and what i've always done. now i just do it like a normal person.
and not a
feral animal who only knows how to get f*cked. and yell obsceneties. and beg people for food and blankets. that stuff is over for me. but i remember being there clear as day. and i wish i had some one to give me a blanket. and hold my hand. and tell me every thing was going to be okay.
and i didn't get that. not as a child and - yes, as an adult, i
did get it. i did. i am now safe. someone does care about me. and supports me when i need it
in a healthy way. but i remember
so clearly the years i spent by my self. trying to sort every thing out. in tears because i didn't understand the paper work. or what ever.
so i try. i will try. even if it's not my stuff. that's okay. i know it's not. and i'm not going to attach so hevely that they
make me responseble for them. they are an adult. they are responeble for their own life and their own feelings.
but i
can hold your hand. and pet you. and sing to you. and remind you that you are not alone.
