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For the umpteenth time in my therapy, today my T brought up disability again. Today she wouldn't let me brush her off. I have not wanted to go on disability because I felt like it would be admitting defeat and failure to "get over" this PTSD crap. She asked me "how is that work'n for you?". Yeah....well, it's not work'n for me at all. I am not functioning well in so many areas and I keep trying to bully myself into doing what I think I should be able to do based on what I have done in the past. Yes, I know... it is not realistic, it is irrational, it is an emotional response. The thing that was different about the conversation today, other than the fact that I let us have it, is the different perspective she gave me to think about. What if going on disability is actually giving myself a fighting chance, and NOT being a failure. What if it is taking the time I need to become stable get through some of the hard things I am currently dealing with. What if it allows me to take the pressure off to "perform" and allows me to work on healing.
I have had a few major events over the last year and a half that have knocked me on my ass. Violent rape and torture, brother killed in a work accident, house foreclosed on, left my emotionally abusive husband of 26 years, going through a divorce and child support battle, suicide attempt, and next week will be my 3rd move in 8 months. Not to mention all the childhood crap. Not even touching that stuff right now. I guess I need to give myself a break.
So I ask myself, is going on disability a sign of failure, or a sign of a fighter? God I want to find some solid ground to stand on. I know I will never be who I was, but it sure would be nice to know who I am!
I have had a few major events over the last year and a half that have knocked me on my ass. Violent rape and torture, brother killed in a work accident, house foreclosed on, left my emotionally abusive husband of 26 years, going through a divorce and child support battle, suicide attempt, and next week will be my 3rd move in 8 months. Not to mention all the childhood crap. Not even touching that stuff right now. I guess I need to give myself a break.
So I ask myself, is going on disability a sign of failure, or a sign of a fighter? God I want to find some solid ground to stand on. I know I will never be who I was, but it sure would be nice to know who I am!