Friday
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As a supporter? I pretty much want to know everything.
As a sufferer? :whistling:
Well... in retrospect one of the reasons I married my ex husband was that he didn’t give a damn about me/ my past/ the effects of my past on me / etc. His total disinterest allowed me to not just start a new chapter, but close the book, lock it in a chest, bury it, shoot everyone who saw me bury it and dump them in the hole, too, fill the whole thing in with cement, slap nuclear waste & biohazard warning signs all over everything in case anyone started digging, cover it with top soil, sod it, and declare it a wetland preservation site.
I’ve been in some romantic relationships & some friendships where I’m super open. Looking back, the common denominators were shared experience -didn’t have to be my war or theirs, just the same brand of crazy- AND, probably more importantly, a wicked sense of humor married with utter and complete discretion. The whole language without words thing. When someone’s knee jerk is to make fun of shit 1:1 and I never have to worry about their skylining me, or throwing me under the bus when people are around? They speak my language? Partner in crime shit? I don’t use a filter around them. Because I don’t need to. It’s rare. It’s reeeeeeally rare that happens.
Be careful with this one. What seems obvious to one person usually isn’t to anyone else.
Absolutely, some are, but the hint as to which are which? Is that truly obvious triggers/stressors/side-effects usually aren’t called that. They’re called “good manners” & “common sense”. Like it’s only good manners to sing out before entering a room rather than sneaking up on someone, and it’s plain common sense that if you startled someone awake they may well attack you.
:bag: Until someone pointed it out to me.
Which was awesome by the by, as after I got over my “Pfft! No I don’t! What are you on about?!?” it let me actually plan for and around them.
As a sufferer? :whistling:
Well... in retrospect one of the reasons I married my ex husband was that he didn’t give a damn about me/ my past/ the effects of my past on me / etc. His total disinterest allowed me to not just start a new chapter, but close the book, lock it in a chest, bury it, shoot everyone who saw me bury it and dump them in the hole, too, fill the whole thing in with cement, slap nuclear waste & biohazard warning signs all over everything in case anyone started digging, cover it with top soil, sod it, and declare it a wetland preservation site.
I’ve been in some romantic relationships & some friendships where I’m super open. Looking back, the common denominators were shared experience -didn’t have to be my war or theirs, just the same brand of crazy- AND, probably more importantly, a wicked sense of humor married with utter and complete discretion. The whole language without words thing. When someone’s knee jerk is to make fun of shit 1:1 and I never have to worry about their skylining me, or throwing me under the bus when people are around? They speak my language? Partner in crime shit? I don’t use a filter around them. Because I don’t need to. It’s rare. It’s reeeeeeally rare that happens.
Granted there are some things I can’t or won’t ever share, it’s the obvious ones.....
Be careful with this one. What seems obvious to one person usually isn’t to anyone else.
Absolutely, some are, but the hint as to which are which? Is that truly obvious triggers/stressors/side-effects usually aren’t called that. They’re called “good manners” & “common sense”. Like it’s only good manners to sing out before entering a room rather than sneaking up on someone, and it’s plain common sense that if you startled someone awake they may well attack you.
I never knew I took annual mini-vacations for yeeeeeears. I always thought I’d just spontaneously decided to take my kid up for a week in the snow, or to drive down to the beach to go surfing, or to jaunt up or over to Canada/UK/etc. for a couple few days.Sometimes he doesn’t realize he is doing something and it makes him stop and think. Sometimes he opens right up.
:bag: Until someone pointed it out to me.
Which was awesome by the by, as after I got over my “Pfft! No I don’t! What are you on about?!?” it let me actually plan for and around them.
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