One of my biggest fears when people are questioning me as to what I have and what it's like is: they're gonna think I want sympathy.
Ha! Rambling off the countless labels our docs and therapists give us is merely a way to identify with others and to put it into some sort of category we can all wrap our brains around.
I hate pity. I hate sympathy, as most of us if not all of us do.
What we want is to be understood. And how can you make someone without it understand? I don't think it's fully possible, close, but not enough. And yet maybe there's no need for others to understand, its just our need to be accepted and understood.
It's NOT SYMPATHY I SEEK--feel that way too? When someone says "I'm sorry" I cringe, because why should they apologize?
I write a lot, and I used to fear that people would think I was doing it for pity. No, as a matter of fact I'm quite relentlessly selfish and did it purely to heal and understand and unwind the tangle in my head.
We want to know, don't we? Aren't we the biggest seekers of mysteries? or after mysteries?
We want a case-closed deal, knowing that may never happen, but we strive and fight none the less. And I think the questions about our "making it" evolve into broader, more wonderful things--questions as to who we are, faith, and love.
I'm sorry but sympathy is the last thing we fighters want.
Sorry this is kind of a rant.
Ha! Rambling off the countless labels our docs and therapists give us is merely a way to identify with others and to put it into some sort of category we can all wrap our brains around.
I hate pity. I hate sympathy, as most of us if not all of us do.
What we want is to be understood. And how can you make someone without it understand? I don't think it's fully possible, close, but not enough. And yet maybe there's no need for others to understand, its just our need to be accepted and understood.
It's NOT SYMPATHY I SEEK--feel that way too? When someone says "I'm sorry" I cringe, because why should they apologize?
I write a lot, and I used to fear that people would think I was doing it for pity. No, as a matter of fact I'm quite relentlessly selfish and did it purely to heal and understand and unwind the tangle in my head.
We want to know, don't we? Aren't we the biggest seekers of mysteries? or after mysteries?
We want a case-closed deal, knowing that may never happen, but we strive and fight none the less. And I think the questions about our "making it" evolve into broader, more wonderful things--questions as to who we are, faith, and love.
I'm sorry but sympathy is the last thing we fighters want.
Sorry this is kind of a rant.