Speaking as a suffererā¦
During my good years, I would often write
āWeāve got timeā & āWe will do this, againā on each hand⦠just because, even being virtually asymptomatic, the idea that I had to do
everything NOW perfectly⦠was pervasive.
During my bad years? 2pm today, is as ārealā as scheduling something for 4 million years from now, on the third Tuesday of the month, at precisely 104 am. Seriously think about that a moment, because I know itās easy to blow off. If EVERY appointment, etc. came attached with a totally fictious date. When you next go in to work, is not tomorrow, by 300,047 years from now. Um. Dude? Thatās not real. Iāll be looooong dead by then. My grandkids and their grandkids will be long dead. Forget about doctors appointments, summer plans, etc. because if tomorrow is as bizarrely f*cked up as a few hundred thousand years, can you even imagine a few million?
Itās like the timeline just⦠BREAKS.
Right now? Is real.
And, unfortunately, tends to create everything/always/never. Like if Iām irked now? Iāve āalwaysā been irked, or if Iām unhappy now, Iāve āneverā been happy.
It. Is. Total. Bullshit.
Itās survival mode⦠that erases everything in the past, and everything in the future, and brings into

brilliant

sparkling focus⦠right now. And thatās it.
It is a phenomenally useful survival mechanism.
But it breaks real life. Because itās not supposed to be āonā except for in tiny little segments. Like any other aspect of fight-or-flight. Useful in the moment, but lethal long term. Stress responses are NOT supposed to exist outside of the moment. But PTSD is a broken stress response. We relive shit. Weāre stuck in a moment from 20 years ago. Itās like trying to fold laundry whilst your house in on fire, or youāre being raped. You DONT fold laundry in either of those circumstances. You fight for your life. >.< But reliving isnāt remembering. Itās reliving. Which makes everything āwrongā.
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Speaking as a supporter, nowā¦
I have a reeeeeeally difficult time dealing with people who donāt realize thatās what is going on, and canāt check themselves.
People Iām in romantic relationships with, if theyāre not at the point of realizing theyāve got 2 competing timelines trying to take up the same space? I break up with. My KID, on the other hand, Iāve got little choice but to see him through.
Itās, full stop, brutal.
The only traction āweā have ever been able to get, it when it is NOT me attempting to anchor him back to reality, and NOT ME jerking his leash, or kicking knowledge⦠but a 3rd party. Me? Iām āsafeā. So Iām a target. Someone he can vent all over, and direct his rage, and 10,000 not super healthy things. Iām moderately okay with that. Not really, but I understand whatās going on, so I suck it up. It reeeeeally takes someone else to see him through this, and other hard parts, so WE can just be US.