@TonyG I get this, I really do. I'm guilty of it myself, there was one I was reading today in fact. The first thought that entered my head was, "really?" I'll be honest, I am still feeling that way about it.
Sometimes I read these and it's obvious that it's (I don't even know the word) a person making a mountain of a mole hill. Something about a partners prolific pornography habit, or the person who inadvertently came into contact with another humans fecal matter. Silly shit, actually silly shit.
Then there are ones like today, where it's more of a grey area. I probably won't leave a comment on that thread out of a desire not to be the rude jaded prick I am in person, also because trauma is indeed relative. While that doesn't validate the silly shit, it also doesn't invalidate the fact that someone else was really, really, bothered by something I would, or actually have, shrugged off as just a shitty day.
I also try to remember that for my own trauma for example, there are many people out there still working EMS. Who have been through far worse than me, many, many more bad calls. Some are struggling through the job while living with PTSD, some are just fine, sleep like babies at night. Cause for some reason no matter how bad the shit, it just doesn't bother them. At least not enough to break them. These guys are the ones who I imagine hear my story and say ".... And?.... Oh that's all? Huh. Well, I ever tell you about the time I got called out to a bus load of burning nuns, that drove off a cliff, landed on a plane full of refugees, causing it to crash into an building full of crippled orphans? Ha ha, what a mess! I almost threw up after that one, or maybe I shouldn't have had the mayo. Oh well, get over yourself kid. If you couldn't hack it, you had no business in this field. Grow up. Glad I'm not stuck riding in the same bus with your whiney ass."
I never met that guy, outside of my own self loathing, thank God. What an asshole lol.
I also know that if I can say that to myself, and mean it. I can say something like it to someone else. And, neither of us deserve it.
Sometimes I learn more about empathy, not just for others, but for myself. Being able to accept that someone who has had it 'easier' than me, is in real pain. That they are worthy of compassion and support. Maybe I can one day learn to forgive myself for being where I am, to allow myself to let go the need to blame myself for an act of god. Maybe then I can start getting better, get out of the purgatory I live in of anxiety fueled fear, hatred, depression and guilt.
If nothing else, again speaking strictly for myself. I just don't want to be rude to someone that really isn't doing anything wrong.