Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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This will be my second year with no family at all. I lost most my family when I decided to ditch my dad. My brother I've seem to have lost now, so DS is my family. I spent the last two years here with people, and it'll continue to be my tradition, spending the holidays with my DS family:-)
I don't drink, so that won't be happening. I use to feel that disconnected feeling also, but last year I was glad to be free for once from my toxic family, and I enjoyed the holidays as best as I could. So I think it will be okay from now on to be alone. I wish I had a kitty, but I'll be hangin' out with my fur-sister, Leo, and she's a kitty cat so... :D
I can understand you mujic. Because of the family problems, it'll make you want to be alone, although that is not what I really want but it's better than hurting.
Compared to that? A quiet day with me, my laptop and some DVDs? much more relaxing!
I will miss my cat this year, soooo much. But it'll be okay, I hope. (I think?)
Gizzy & I will provide the purrs for those whose fur-friends aren't available:-)
...and thanks Leo, sister, you just reminded me why I hated all of those (supposed to be happy) holidays with my dad. Oh yes, moody....yep. I remember it well, but I do need to be reminded of why I cannot be with him anymore, and he is completely out of my life as of last February.
I'll be checking in, that's for sure. :-)
I'm a highly competent person at my job teaching at the college, but when I arrived at my family's home the humiliation and ridicule would begin. After a warm up with that kind of hostility, attacks on my friends and my beliefs would follow. Eventually, that would build to a rant, and finally I would be hit at some point. Followed by the cooling down period, the analysis by the participating bystanders of what I'd done wrong to provoke getting hit. Then the goodbye until this family opera of abuse was performed again at Christmas. Helluva holiday ritual.
All the while I didn't answer the mockery, the rant, the attacks, or hit back. It didn't matter. The script was the script.
I find myself having internalized that script somewhat as, in spite of the fact that I'm not subjecting myself to that again, I find myself cringing in preparation. The pre-holiday cringe, like when a whipped dog anticipates getting hit again. So sad what evil families can do to a person when there's such an opportunity to do so much good. Glad I'll be here on Thanksgiving instead of waiting at my family's table to be hit again.