Do I really consider myself a carer?
I don't know. I am not his parent, I am his friend. I do for him what I do for all the people I love, love him without condition. He doesn't want me to mother him, he wants me to be his equal, to listen when he needs me to listen, laugh with him when he wants to laugh, just be there without talking when he needs company, not judge him when he has an episode or make him feel bad for mishandling a situation. I don't feel like it's a job, yet some times it makes me tired (ok, more than some times)... I could say the same thing about my mother though and I'm not her carer.
Do PTSD sufferers like feeling like they need to be cared for? Or do they want their loved ones to be honest with them, not walk around on egg shells, not give into their every whim?
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I don't know. I am not his parent, I am his friend. I do for him what I do for all the people I love, love him without condition. He doesn't want me to mother him, he wants me to be his equal, to listen when he needs me to listen, laugh with him when he wants to laugh, just be there without talking when he needs company, not judge him when he has an episode or make him feel bad for mishandling a situation. I don't feel like it's a job, yet some times it makes me tired (ok, more than some times)... I could say the same thing about my mother though and I'm not her carer.
Do PTSD sufferers like feeling like they need to be cared for? Or do they want their loved ones to be honest with them, not walk around on egg shells, not give into their every whim?
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