You know it's funny, I guess writing it down helps.
I knew I would likely feel badly after-the-fact for saying anything, so I said that and said just say 'whatever', I don't mind a negative response, not that I'd 'hope' for one but the truth is ok, and necessary. But, -nothing.
So one part of me says, it's not important, it doesn't matter, and they don't have time, etc.
But I know them, if they don't say they won't say, ever.
It's really just (another) Big Pink Elephant in the room.
I don't think I was meant to have a voice, that makes me feel foolish to try, or think otherwise. Regret at mysself.
And that hits the nail on the head, what I hate about ptsd and what I feel, is that I hate the accomdations I require, I hate having to ask for them, I hate living (almost daily) with realizing what simple things that aren't important still are albatrosses for me. I'm tired. In that way I will be most relieved when all this is over with.
I feel doubtful I will ever integrate ptsd into daily demands with any degree of success or happiness. I feel disappointed in myself.