Friday
Sponsor
Not everyone is cut out to be with someone with PTSD. Not anyone's fault, that. Not everyone is cut out to live a public life, or be a farmer, either.
But our supporters are our lovers, our best friends, our brave hearts, & strong hands... Not our doctors or robots or professionals with distance. They're people. Who hurt, and get pissed off, and need to vent, to learn, and need a good solid laugh about shit that makes other people recoil in horror, or get all dun dun dun seeeeeerious. That doesn't make them bad people, nor mean they have unhealthy relationships. That makes them people. Human people who need a tribe of their own to kick back & chill with, or bounce ideas off of, or :banghead: at the end of a shoot me now kind of day... And know it's alright.
Sometimes we're lucky enough to find our pack in real life. Sometimes you're the first or only person in your group of friends/family to have kids and you just need other parents to laugh with or go all :wtf: with... And whether it's parenting, public life, or PTSD... there are inside-things, that outsiders don't grok.
When I'm double tapping PTSD, yes, I'm a supporter. But that's only a small facet of who I am. Whether I'm doubled up or the solo-sufferer in a relationship? Being my supporter is only a small facet of who my partner is. Small facets can be sharp, though, and can cut badly if handled wrong. Being around others who are used to those in-group things? Helps. Needing help, wanting help, isn't a bad thing. It's a social thing. A very human thing. Being around folk who get it. Who will grin atcha, and laugh with ya, and brainstorm with ya, problem solve with ya, take up your own rant when ya run out of breath, & simply be with ya. Sympatico.
