I'm sorry but I totally despise the whole "suffering" category. Don't feel bad. These days I refuse to select a race or a gender on applications. I am a human being. I've spend some time in life being treated like an object or exploited for my race or gender. I do not believe those "statistics" have any bearing on who I am. I am what I am and that is all I am.
Sure, I've got problems. Everyone does. Mine may be slightly worse or slightly less than someone else's problems but sitting around measuring them has not served me well to date. I had a long terribly traumatic past and I'm doing what I can to thrive anyway now. I truly believe discussing the details repeatedly was a trap that did not serve me either. 50 some odd therapists who had no idea what I was really dealing with all had some great ideas and promised all kinds of miracles would happen if I just kept remaining willing to puke up my past for them to dissect... and I tried that for 20 years.
I'm not saying that it was completely fruitless because it got me to the point where I now understand better than ever that rehashing what happened over and over just turns me in to emotional hashbrowned potatoes. And I don't like being grated and fried on a hot skillet. :)
In the meantime, I do believe that those of us who have PTSD have the best opportunity to be of assistance to one another. Who else can understand what we go thru? So many people tell me "when will you finally realize you are safe now?" Frankly, that just makes me super angry. I want to yell back at them, "When will you finally realize no one is ever truly safe-- safety is an illusion that you still have and I've been relieved of. I can't get that blindness back now that I can see just because it would simplify your life if I was blind again."
So I look for inner peace knowing full well that outer peace may not happen for me. And the best way I know how to do that is to find people in similar situation and try to express support for them and share in their lives. Those of us who however brutally have been forced to shed the blinders and face that bad things happen usually without provocation or the ability to predict and sidestep them should stick together. In the meantime, while I have the greatest amount of empathy for PTSD "experiencers" (sorry I know that's hokey but I like it better than "sufferers") , I haven't got the energy left to feel much sympathy for those who still have their blinders on. Ignorance is bliss and they've still got it. Great for them. Meanwhile, I don't go around trying to tell them they should be freaking out. Ashewoman signing off.
Sure, I've got problems. Everyone does. Mine may be slightly worse or slightly less than someone else's problems but sitting around measuring them has not served me well to date. I had a long terribly traumatic past and I'm doing what I can to thrive anyway now. I truly believe discussing the details repeatedly was a trap that did not serve me either. 50 some odd therapists who had no idea what I was really dealing with all had some great ideas and promised all kinds of miracles would happen if I just kept remaining willing to puke up my past for them to dissect... and I tried that for 20 years.
I'm not saying that it was completely fruitless because it got me to the point where I now understand better than ever that rehashing what happened over and over just turns me in to emotional hashbrowned potatoes. And I don't like being grated and fried on a hot skillet. :)
In the meantime, I do believe that those of us who have PTSD have the best opportunity to be of assistance to one another. Who else can understand what we go thru? So many people tell me "when will you finally realize you are safe now?" Frankly, that just makes me super angry. I want to yell back at them, "When will you finally realize no one is ever truly safe-- safety is an illusion that you still have and I've been relieved of. I can't get that blindness back now that I can see just because it would simplify your life if I was blind again."
So I look for inner peace knowing full well that outer peace may not happen for me. And the best way I know how to do that is to find people in similar situation and try to express support for them and share in their lives. Those of us who however brutally have been forced to shed the blinders and face that bad things happen usually without provocation or the ability to predict and sidestep them should stick together. In the meantime, while I have the greatest amount of empathy for PTSD "experiencers" (sorry I know that's hokey but I like it better than "sufferers") , I haven't got the energy left to feel much sympathy for those who still have their blinders on. Ignorance is bliss and they've still got it. Great for them. Meanwhile, I don't go around trying to tell them they should be freaking out. Ashewoman signing off.