So much this. There’s another thing: a friend of mine is very healthy, she’s a truck driver and travels across the country weekly. It’s not a huge deal to her to get sick, being that she’s healthy. But she takes care of her 90 year old father and it would devastate her if despite her efforts she did get sick and spread it to him. And honestly the virus is taking out healthy people and so she could realistically end up just as bad off as her father would.
While I'm sorry to hear about her situation, it does not make the way people who struggle with this feel any less valid. Like I said, there is no hierarchy when it comes to Anxiety of any kind.
I think I'm just going to close this thread because it's actually upsetting me even more.
I really appreciate those who have tried to help but honestly, I still feel like my own trauma (and anyone in my situation) is meaningless to most people and that the only people who matter at all are those affected by the virus.
I think I'm going to take some time out and stick to only professional help (unconditional positive regard and all that) as I'm so fragile at the moment I'm just constantly getting upset with 'but what about the virus, blah, blah blah' regardless of whether the intention of those statements is malicious or not (and trust me I know your's is not malicious given your experience with your friend and her father).
I feel so helpless and weak and that all the progress I've made in the last 7 years was for nothing if I can be so easily triggered. I feel like I'm going to be like this forever and I will never get over what happened or have a normal life.
It seems like another trigger for me is being judged (as after the rape I was judged by people who I had previously thought were my friends for being scared to go to court in case he came after me and finished the job- he was threatening me via text as I gave him my number to placate him thinking if I pretended it was all normal he would let me go as he wouldn't fear my going to the police and this did work, it is actually the only reason I'm still alive- all anyone could talk about is how I needed to press charges to protect his future victims and I wanted to so much but I wasn't strong enough and I have regretted this ever since- don't think I'll ever forgive myself). I've always cared so much about other people (hence perusing a career in mental health and also if I didn't care I'd just not wear anything and tell everyone else to fudge off but I couldn't do something that heartless) and for it to be constantly insinuated that I don't care about others (which has happened all week) has completely broken me. I'm of no use to anyone unless I look after myself and I can't do that if I have to constantly trigger these memories which I thought was over but I'm clearly not.
Goodbye everyone and thankyou to those who have understand. Also really wishing all the best to others who are struggling, you are not alone and are NOT a bad person- remember that. <3 xx