I've only told a couple of family members that I have PTSD. They know what it is and were/are understanding. The few friends I've told are not friends anymore. Brief conversations with them through the years (before I un-friended them) prompted odd dialog.
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THEM: "But you can't have PTSD. You've never been in a war."
ME: "Perhaps you're right. I don't like fighting on many levels and I haven't been in a war."
ME: "I feel like a computer. I don't have feelings anymore."
THEM: "Stop that now! You're being silly. You have feelings. Everybody does."
ME: "Never mind. Judge me all you want. I won't feel it - like I said, I don't have feelings anymore."
ME: "I can't make it out of the house right now."
THEM: "I'm sure you'll get over it soon. You should go watch the sunrise. Nobody can feel down watching the sun rise."
ME: "I'm feeling sad. I haven't been sleeping well and I can't think straight."
THEM: "Sad? Why are YOU sad. Don't you know some people have diseases and tumors or pets that are dying?."
ME: "I'm not going to go. I don't know any of those people except you."
THEM: "Oh, come on. Maybe you'll make some new friends."
ME: "I don't think so. They are all entomologists. We don't have anything in common."
THEM: "Don't be so negative. How do you know you won't meet somebody that you'd like to spend more time with."
ME: "What? Like going on a date with them later and looking for spiders in wood piles?"
THEM: "Aw, com'on."
ME: "No, I don't like spiders."
THEM: "They're not interested only in spiders. They're interested in moths and flies and mosquitos too, you know."
ME: "Well, I don't like to fight. I'll go, but I'll probably just sit there and not talk. I don't think I'd have anything to add to the conversation. I mean, the most I could add to a conversation about insects is the time I tore the wings off a fly and made him my pet. Hey, wait a minute. Maybe your friends could put me under a microscope and figure out how to fix me, or swat me until I wake up or I'm dead. Nah, on second thought, nope, I'm not going."
THEM: "You and your PTSD. When are you going to get over it, huh? Gawd, you're the most stubborn, illogical person I know."
Looking back on these conversations, I can laugh about them now. :rolleyes: ;) :D