ladee
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My brain is foggy so I hope this makes sense. I have only recently been telling anyone. I could usually 'get by' with talking about depression and anxiety. People, sometimes are more open to understanding and support to those things. Not always. There is always that one person who quotes positive things she saw on FB. And the simple answers others had, like just do one thing a day.
I became very selective about who I shared with. I had to have seen a lot of compassion from this person on everyday issues. See how they handled other losses and pain and confusion. If they could do that, I might open that dialogue. If not, oh well. I was used to gutting it out by myself.
A cousin has reached out to me in the past year that I have not seen or talked to in 20 years or longer. She was involved with my family a lot growing up. BUT, she only heard one side of the story. I never shared with her when I was younger.
When her statement of 'oh it wasn't THAT bad' was uttered, I simply said we can agree to disagree and dropped it. She was insightful enough to say that there was a lot she didn't know. But, that was my cue to not get into anything detailed with her. I have been dismissed for most of my life. So will not set myself up to be minimized again.
My nephew, that I am very close to, will see me anxious or depressed and starts the 'religious lectures'. I tune out. After one of his lectures, I just looked at him for a long time. And finally said, 'what an awesome gift it would be, for just one family member to accept me the way I am and allow me room to grow'. At least he stopped lecturing.
It's been my experience that many people have, of course, their own wounds. And if we get too personal or detailed, they get very uncomfortable. They have led an unexamined life, which we with PTSD do not have the luxury of. And I do not have the right to knock those scabs off their wounds.
I ended a 35+ year friendship because of her not being able to look at herself, and replaying too many roles and shoving things on me that were not mine. I don't have to do that anymore. I just don't. She is very wounded. But again, not my place or right to make her look at her life. But on the same hand, she can't shame me for looking at mine.
Society does not want to know these 'bad things'. It just gets too real and too scary for them. And it limits who we can talk with. But, that's also why I come here. Regardless of what is going on.. someone here understands. That's all I need to not feel alone. And even if I have those times of feeling alone, I know what to do to make change happen.
I became very selective about who I shared with. I had to have seen a lot of compassion from this person on everyday issues. See how they handled other losses and pain and confusion. If they could do that, I might open that dialogue. If not, oh well. I was used to gutting it out by myself.
A cousin has reached out to me in the past year that I have not seen or talked to in 20 years or longer. She was involved with my family a lot growing up. BUT, she only heard one side of the story. I never shared with her when I was younger.
When her statement of 'oh it wasn't THAT bad' was uttered, I simply said we can agree to disagree and dropped it. She was insightful enough to say that there was a lot she didn't know. But, that was my cue to not get into anything detailed with her. I have been dismissed for most of my life. So will not set myself up to be minimized again.
My nephew, that I am very close to, will see me anxious or depressed and starts the 'religious lectures'. I tune out. After one of his lectures, I just looked at him for a long time. And finally said, 'what an awesome gift it would be, for just one family member to accept me the way I am and allow me room to grow'. At least he stopped lecturing.
It's been my experience that many people have, of course, their own wounds. And if we get too personal or detailed, they get very uncomfortable. They have led an unexamined life, which we with PTSD do not have the luxury of. And I do not have the right to knock those scabs off their wounds.
I ended a 35+ year friendship because of her not being able to look at herself, and replaying too many roles and shoving things on me that were not mine. I don't have to do that anymore. I just don't. She is very wounded. But again, not my place or right to make her look at her life. But on the same hand, she can't shame me for looking at mine.
Society does not want to know these 'bad things'. It just gets too real and too scary for them. And it limits who we can talk with. But, that's also why I come here. Regardless of what is going on.. someone here understands. That's all I need to not feel alone. And even if I have those times of feeling alone, I know what to do to make change happen.