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Femaleveteran, I have been in similar situations, so let me give my view and experience.
You're right- no one has any right to know everything about you. What they want and what they need are two totally separate issues. I deal with that as well. And so often my disability advocates do not understand, simply because they havn't been there. But you know something? I made it through dealing with all of that. I made it through my way- I got closer to Jesus. Now please do not think that I am saying that you must get closer to any deity or religion. Far from it. But that is what I did.
People do not understand the complexity of PTSD. They fail to realize that they only learn bits and pieces from us, not the whole game and not even the game plan. No matter how hard you or I try to explain to them, they will never understand until they are there themselves.
If they think that you are hiding something, maybe you should lay it out for them so they can understand? You know, simple stuff. Like what I have told others when I have faced the same predicament. "You bet I'm not telling you everything, because it's none of your damn business!" usually works. Sometimes it doesn't, and when that happens I usually get my face slapped. If they want to know the deep inner secrets of my life and the hells and horrors I have to live with, then you bet I have every right to know equally as much about them. Strange how they don't like that idea.
Something that is missed is why they really need that information. It's because you and I have something they don't- we have our lives before us. they have nothing. You and I, we know who we are. Yeah, I know. Sometimes I doubt I am who I am. Disassociation hits even me. I sometimes come up with this idea that I'm really from another planet stuck here on Earth inside a human body. But it's not so. I'm human. Have been my entire life and will be until I die. But these people that bother us, well, they have nothing in their lives. That makes them nosy. They feel better about themselves. They *know* these little secrets about you and I, and by golly that makes them special! You and I, we don't give a damn about the inner secrets of others. You and I, we have a lot in common. But we're still so totally different. You had your war, hun. I have mine.
And no one on God's Green Earth has any right or business questioning your integrity. They can go straight to hell.
I have had to deal with that lately. My boss questioned my integrity, and like I have done at every job I held where that was an issue, I told him where to shove it.
I know that you have a very special and extremely lucky man in your life. ven then, consider this a cyber hug, to let you know that you're not alone. Yeah I know. It feels like it. Well, sometimes those feelings can be quite deceiving.
You're right- no one has any right to know everything about you. What they want and what they need are two totally separate issues. I deal with that as well. And so often my disability advocates do not understand, simply because they havn't been there. But you know something? I made it through dealing with all of that. I made it through my way- I got closer to Jesus. Now please do not think that I am saying that you must get closer to any deity or religion. Far from it. But that is what I did.
People do not understand the complexity of PTSD. They fail to realize that they only learn bits and pieces from us, not the whole game and not even the game plan. No matter how hard you or I try to explain to them, they will never understand until they are there themselves.
If they think that you are hiding something, maybe you should lay it out for them so they can understand? You know, simple stuff. Like what I have told others when I have faced the same predicament. "You bet I'm not telling you everything, because it's none of your damn business!" usually works. Sometimes it doesn't, and when that happens I usually get my face slapped. If they want to know the deep inner secrets of my life and the hells and horrors I have to live with, then you bet I have every right to know equally as much about them. Strange how they don't like that idea.
Something that is missed is why they really need that information. It's because you and I have something they don't- we have our lives before us. they have nothing. You and I, we know who we are. Yeah, I know. Sometimes I doubt I am who I am. Disassociation hits even me. I sometimes come up with this idea that I'm really from another planet stuck here on Earth inside a human body. But it's not so. I'm human. Have been my entire life and will be until I die. But these people that bother us, well, they have nothing in their lives. That makes them nosy. They feel better about themselves. They *know* these little secrets about you and I, and by golly that makes them special! You and I, we don't give a damn about the inner secrets of others. You and I, we have a lot in common. But we're still so totally different. You had your war, hun. I have mine.
And no one on God's Green Earth has any right or business questioning your integrity. They can go straight to hell.
I have had to deal with that lately. My boss questioned my integrity, and like I have done at every job I held where that was an issue, I told him where to shove it.
I know that you have a very special and extremely lucky man in your life. ven then, consider this a cyber hug, to let you know that you're not alone. Yeah I know. It feels like it. Well, sometimes those feelings can be quite deceiving.