Perfectly said! I often wonder what I would have been like if I had been cared for, nurtured, w...
I totally agree, when I was 14-17 I was at a residential treatment center for kids, and it turns out that was the only 3 years in my entire life that I was care for, protected, educated, encourages, loved, respected, etc. I was removed from there because I was becoming 18 soon. Life went to hell after that, if they had let me transition to be on my own from there I would have probably done very well in life. Instead life went down hill and then I ended up in that hell hole EHS. Since my life has been misery. I don't enjoy life, I hate, but I tolerate it because I have to.
Its not a good way to be when you see your P-DOC and he asks the famous questions about safety as part of his script, and the answer is yes I have thought about it, as I always have, but nothing more. They understand now that I am a chronic suicide risk and have been for a very long time, so when they ask the question for me is, it is about have I thought of actually doing vs thinking about it. I am glad they actually understand this. If they went by just thinking I would be locked away in a hospital permanently. Even hospitals are beginning to look at it that way, If I recall the P-Doc at Sheppard Pratt Trauma Disorders Unit called it being passively suicidal.
@AngelkeeperJ/AKJ I am sure you are well aware of this about me, as you have followed me thru some of my worse moments to my better moments.
I am actually surprised after so many attempts I am still here, it is possible I will get lucky some day. I hate feeling that way. And when I am not feeling that way and am doing well, I still hate life.
My T touched on this today when I saw her, and is pushing me to go out and find fun like entertainment and such (the have a festival in our city this weekend starting today complete with a band), but even that I found myself thinking about the bad stuff, remembering how I used to see bands with my dad before my abuse came about. I am haunted by what was done, it comes to me, either in flashbacks, or intrusive memories, or in hypervigilance.