I feel mostly pity for the people who say what they shouldn't say to me. They haven't lost their innocence. They are naive. They are ignorant. Our trauma brought us 'out' of the world they still live in. A world they're stuck in. Until they experience what we have. I wouldn't want that for anyone. Not really.
What angers me is their lack of empathy or compassion. And the substitutes they use for those virtues. And I ask myself... did I used to be like that? I hope not.
Of course... my first trauma happened when I was 5 months old, so I doubt I have ever been without compassion or empathy. I have spent all of my lifetime "aware".
I don't know any other way to be. This IS the way I am.
I have heard all of these remarks, statements, idiotic comments, and the worst is to allow someone to antagonize me with their insensitive cruelty. My wolf dog taught me something about mean people because she is so sensitive. If I just walk away from them... out of earshot... out of reach... I don't have to get hurt by what they say or do. Maybe someone else will be more kind to me. That's all I hope for. And accept my grief and losses along the way. I can't 'fix them'. And I don't need to be 'fixed'.
My only answer when I hear how strong I am... and 'what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger' is this: yes, you're right, maybe it didn't kill me... but at times it made me wish it had. I don't know how to explain that to very many people so they could understand it.