Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. ~Samuel Ullman
My beloved was able to make it out here this weekend. Absence can, indeed, make the heart grow fonder. Yes, it is foreshadowed by the need to accept that his father is making plans to pull the plug on our endeavors. I am not certain why he is surprised, but... I have long accepted that predictable events from his family drama often surprise him. It is his to sort, but I theorate it is only part of his family's Chronic Perfection Disorder. They seem to stuff their emotional cycles into the deepest, dankest of vaults in order to maintain appearances. It is what allowed them to plant Christmas Tree and pretty packages on the Huntington's Disease elephant for so many years. That is not even the only elephant in their house. Again, I remind myself that it is not mine to sort.
Again, today's reading from "Courage to Change" provided me the words which seem highly pertinent to the situation. Today's Reminder:
"It is risky to care -- I may be disappointed. But in trying to protect myself from pain, I could cut myself off from the many delights that life has to offer. I will live more fully today."
It has been raining this weekend. The drought hardened soils outside are suddenly soft and pliable. I can now penetrate them to see the interactions of clay and sand which cause the constant shifting of hillsides in this area. Digging it.
Thanks for letting me babble. I believe it helps me find sense within the chaos. Reality checks welcome.
My beloved was able to make it out here this weekend. Absence can, indeed, make the heart grow fonder. Yes, it is foreshadowed by the need to accept that his father is making plans to pull the plug on our endeavors. I am not certain why he is surprised, but... I have long accepted that predictable events from his family drama often surprise him. It is his to sort, but I theorate it is only part of his family's Chronic Perfection Disorder. They seem to stuff their emotional cycles into the deepest, dankest of vaults in order to maintain appearances. It is what allowed them to plant Christmas Tree and pretty packages on the Huntington's Disease elephant for so many years. That is not even the only elephant in their house. Again, I remind myself that it is not mine to sort.
Again, today's reading from "Courage to Change" provided me the words which seem highly pertinent to the situation. Today's Reminder:
"It is risky to care -- I may be disappointed. But in trying to protect myself from pain, I could cut myself off from the many delights that life has to offer. I will live more fully today."
It has been raining this weekend. The drought hardened soils outside are suddenly soft and pliable. I can now penetrate them to see the interactions of clay and sand which cause the constant shifting of hillsides in this area. Digging it.
Thanks for letting me babble. I believe it helps me find sense within the chaos. Reality checks welcome.
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Hey all, i know its been quite awhile since i posted on here. Its been a summer all right. Its been something else........... You know how they say not to open the can of worms? Well a few months ago i decided to find out what my due date would have been for my first baby, the one conceived by r***. My baby would have been due on March 4th of 2006. They would be 20 years old. I was R**** on June...
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
I am so sorry your bees are at risk, but glad you and your hubby are connected and connecting. Sort what you can. Babble away. Sometimes we have to sing a lot of scales before we hit the notes true.
Supporitve purrs from me and my mildly psychotic hyper-protective cat.
Thank you for the encouraging purrs.
:-)
"It is risky to care -- I may be disappointed. But in trying to protect myself from pain, I could cut myself off from the many delights that life has to offer. I will live more fully today."
It's why I'm dipping my tippy toe gingerly into other support offline, since caring here at DS PTSD has paid off so well. Last night I went to a church potluck, and it was ok. So far, so good. It's a risk, but I wasn't at home alone binge watching some tv series. I was not isolated all weekend as I have been for years. I ate some kind of church casserole and had conversation with some new people I'd never met. Trying something new, just an experiment.
What you mention as your husband's "family's Chronic Perfection Disorder" has trapped me before, too, and paralyzed me into isolation. It's not a path to enjoying life, so I'm trying another path.
Much support to you as you prepare for "the need to accept that his father is making plans to pull the plug on our endeavors." That's got to be hard to take, but we're with you, arfie.
Thanks, muji. In the cosmos I trust... This group is part of the cosmos, isn't it?
My support network is therapist, family friends... here... and the cosmos.... today just seeing an acorn was a tiny nanosecond of connection to Life Outside Me that was part of the great cyclical pattern...
I wax philosophical. Better stop that in a hurry.