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The question in the threads list had me want to read on... It's giving me food for thought really.
For me there is no "before" and "after"; "after" was always "before" the next one - and I wonder if there was a "before" in the sense of: during my mother's pregnancy. Today I am glad I never asked her about this. Some things are better left unsaid.
Sometimes, really, I think that I'm "lucky" not having a "before". I never really "lost" anything, although, I am fully aware, "I've lost it all". Have been exchanging e-mails with another woman with PTSD and we both agreed that we didn't know why people were talking about "second chances" since we didn't have a first one. Oddly, I am saying this not with a lot of sadness, but mostly with a sense of regret, knowing I "should" feel sad about this and maybe desperate and other things. But I only know from what others have told me what I could have had. Since I didn't, I don't miss it. Don't get me wrong. I do miss a "normal" life, "normal" "love", "normal" "social" "life", etc. But at the same time I have all that; it's just that it is my understanding of all this, all those terms in quotation marks.
Often in therapy sessions it happens that I say something and in an instant my therapist gets tears in her eyes. That makes me angry because it is then that I see and more importantly feel how bad what I have had to live through must be. My not having had that first chance also protects me from fully realizing all the loss and hurt; I have nothing to compare. And therefore, what I wish and hope for, my "normals" are not "normal normal" but my exaggerated versions (either for the better or for the worse) of the two.
Just lately I learned of someone who was put through terrible trauma himself as a child of about 10. He seems to have had a "before". He knows what he lost. He would have an answer to this question. And, in my view and perception, this "before" makes him incredibly hopeless, sad and mostly very angry. (And I totally understand.)
Sometimes I am glad I have no "before". Sometimes I still hope I will have an "after". I do not think this is possible in my case, and most of the times that really is okay. I have lived almost 40 years the way I am and my life has been, and I have had very many good things, "good" in my definition at least. Little things, but big as such.
Again, this is my reality. To me, this post is not incredibly sad but just real - a bit sad, some regret - but also gratefulness for many things and some people.
For me there is no "before" and "after"; "after" was always "before" the next one - and I wonder if there was a "before" in the sense of: during my mother's pregnancy. Today I am glad I never asked her about this. Some things are better left unsaid.
Sometimes, really, I think that I'm "lucky" not having a "before". I never really "lost" anything, although, I am fully aware, "I've lost it all". Have been exchanging e-mails with another woman with PTSD and we both agreed that we didn't know why people were talking about "second chances" since we didn't have a first one. Oddly, I am saying this not with a lot of sadness, but mostly with a sense of regret, knowing I "should" feel sad about this and maybe desperate and other things. But I only know from what others have told me what I could have had. Since I didn't, I don't miss it. Don't get me wrong. I do miss a "normal" life, "normal" "love", "normal" "social" "life", etc. But at the same time I have all that; it's just that it is my understanding of all this, all those terms in quotation marks.
Often in therapy sessions it happens that I say something and in an instant my therapist gets tears in her eyes. That makes me angry because it is then that I see and more importantly feel how bad what I have had to live through must be. My not having had that first chance also protects me from fully realizing all the loss and hurt; I have nothing to compare. And therefore, what I wish and hope for, my "normals" are not "normal normal" but my exaggerated versions (either for the better or for the worse) of the two.
Just lately I learned of someone who was put through terrible trauma himself as a child of about 10. He seems to have had a "before". He knows what he lost. He would have an answer to this question. And, in my view and perception, this "before" makes him incredibly hopeless, sad and mostly very angry. (And I totally understand.)
Sometimes I am glad I have no "before". Sometimes I still hope I will have an "after". I do not think this is possible in my case, and most of the times that really is okay. I have lived almost 40 years the way I am and my life has been, and I have had very many good things, "good" in my definition at least. Little things, but big as such.
Again, this is my reality. To me, this post is not incredibly sad but just real - a bit sad, some regret - but also gratefulness for many things and some people.