Blue Survivor
Silver Member
I wanted to share an analogy that I came up with. Unfortunately the BF (who still is not a 'believer' of PTSD) did not understand the analogy.
A bit of background - we are on a weekly car trip, the same one where I tell him I'd love to listen to some tunes and zone out a little (he drives). The same trip where he constantly turns down the radio to tell me about the makes, models, and prices of every car that we pass (which I could care less about), or just blab nonstop about anything and everything.
But this trip, he asked me about Math. Yes, math. We run a business together. He was curious how I came up with a number (which he did not see in our spreadsheet - I had given him a rough number a day or two before this trip, which I admit was a higher number off the top of my head than what was in the spreadsheet). Anyhow. I explained to him my math. BUT THAT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH! He kept asking me to explain and re explain it, expecting a different number somehow. Meanwhile I am in a freaking car, which is a mighty small space, and I can't get out and he's just badgering me and badgering me. And he wonders why I became a wreck.
We happened to pass a spot where we once we almost hit head-on by a bus, and I asked him later if that spot made him nervous, or over cautious. He said yes. I said: "Imagine carrying that nervousness and overcaution with you all the time, and then feeling badgered and stuck in a place that you can't get out of. That's PTSD at times." Which I thought was brilliant. Of course he didn't get the analogy. He asked what that intersection had to do with PTSD. Good grief.
A bit of background - we are on a weekly car trip, the same one where I tell him I'd love to listen to some tunes and zone out a little (he drives). The same trip where he constantly turns down the radio to tell me about the makes, models, and prices of every car that we pass (which I could care less about), or just blab nonstop about anything and everything.
But this trip, he asked me about Math. Yes, math. We run a business together. He was curious how I came up with a number (which he did not see in our spreadsheet - I had given him a rough number a day or two before this trip, which I admit was a higher number off the top of my head than what was in the spreadsheet). Anyhow. I explained to him my math. BUT THAT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH! He kept asking me to explain and re explain it, expecting a different number somehow. Meanwhile I am in a freaking car, which is a mighty small space, and I can't get out and he's just badgering me and badgering me. And he wonders why I became a wreck.
We happened to pass a spot where we once we almost hit head-on by a bus, and I asked him later if that spot made him nervous, or over cautious. He said yes. I said: "Imagine carrying that nervousness and overcaution with you all the time, and then feeling badgered and stuck in a place that you can't get out of. That's PTSD at times." Which I thought was brilliant. Of course he didn't get the analogy. He asked what that intersection had to do with PTSD. Good grief.
