I actually know (and have been adopted by) Aboriginal people in West End (TVL) who 'hate white people', despite (or perhaps because) I fought with them daily at school. What always amazes me with the PC brigade is the "I'm not racist, but...", if you are black I'll say you are black, if you are something else, I'll call that too. I'm not the most comfortable person to know, but I do pride myself on honesty.
With PTSD and a host of other illnesses, the simple fact is that it has to be sufficiently severe to cause impairment and dysfunction, it isn't something anyone should 'want' to be diagnosed with, for me the diagnosis is only a single step on trying to control the bloody thing. I personally dislike waking up in a cold sweat and I really dislike the fact that I know what fear is now, what it feels like to be absolutely incapable of functioning due to fear, I've never felt it while involved in a situation, but I've felt it so many times reliving them. I've never been one to see danger everywhere (christ only knows I rarely see it when it actually exists, or I don't react appropriately when it exists), but now I see it where it doesn't exist.
Suggesting that this is on the same scale as grief for the untimely, tragic, but unavoidable loss of a loved one to natural causes is somehow insulting. I've felt that, in fact when I lost my grandmother I was hit awfully hard, it isn't in the same ballpark.
With PTSD and a host of other illnesses, the simple fact is that it has to be sufficiently severe to cause impairment and dysfunction, it isn't something anyone should 'want' to be diagnosed with, for me the diagnosis is only a single step on trying to control the bloody thing. I personally dislike waking up in a cold sweat and I really dislike the fact that I know what fear is now, what it feels like to be absolutely incapable of functioning due to fear, I've never felt it while involved in a situation, but I've felt it so many times reliving them. I've never been one to see danger everywhere (christ only knows I rarely see it when it actually exists, or I don't react appropriately when it exists), but now I see it where it doesn't exist.
Suggesting that this is on the same scale as grief for the untimely, tragic, but unavoidable loss of a loved one to natural causes is somehow insulting. I've felt that, in fact when I lost my grandmother I was hit awfully hard, it isn't in the same ballpark.