tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post9144159863885323667..comments2023-04-03T00:54:10.969-07:00Comments on PTSD is NOT My Fault: Blog Rage...oh yeah, and DON'T PANICHillary63http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206667421255061274noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-10720503391194185222011-08-17T10:47:51.755-07:002011-08-17T10:47:51.755-07:00Yes telling you you were wallowing and that you ar...Yes telling you you were wallowing and that you are drowning in your sadness was really really really wrong of them. I am so sorry you had to go through that. Yes love to you!!!Heather Jerdeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17569969882305597077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-13132164584993083122011-07-26T21:50:40.124-07:002011-07-26T21:50:40.124-07:00Thank you so much Angela, love and hugs to you too...Thank you so much Angela, love and hugs to you tooHillary63https://www.blogger.com/profile/12206667421255061274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-14091073278910336242011-07-26T16:41:15.432-07:002011-07-26T16:41:15.432-07:00Telling you that you were wallowing was definitely...Telling you that you were wallowing was definitely the wrong thing to say, and very insensitive. I'm sorry that when you reached out, your voice wasn't heard. I hope that someone in your life will stand up for you and let you lean on them. Sometimes we just need someone to take over for awhile. I'm thinking of you. Sending love and {{{HUGS]}}Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05748840293468845389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-19312317366918553732011-07-25T08:24:09.261-07:002011-07-25T08:24:09.261-07:00Thanks Cathy, hugs back.Thanks Cathy, hugs back.Hillary63https://www.blogger.com/profile/12206667421255061274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-80956751067477269762011-07-25T04:48:33.580-07:002011-07-25T04:48:33.580-07:00OMG, was I just trying to fix you? I was, wasn'...OMG, was I just trying to fix you? I was, wasn't I?<br />LOL!!!<br />See? We're hopeless!<br />HUGS!!!!Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079815991315675288.post-50632785870644115032011-07-25T04:47:19.359-07:002011-07-25T04:47:19.359-07:00They just don't know what to do. I know I don&...They just don't know what to do. I know I don't. Not everybody can just listen to a problem without wanting to fix it - that 'fix it' part is instinctual, especially when you love someone. Put a band-aid on that bloody knee. Take an aspirin for your headache. If loved ones didn't give a shit, they wouldn't try to help. That's why what you're going through is so hard for your friends and family (I have no idea what's up with the Helpline dude) - they have no idea how to 'fix you' but you must know they want to SO MUCH. If there was a band-aid for PTSD, they would put one on you and kiss you better and that's what they want to do. I don't know my arse from a hole in the ground on this subject but, as a reporter, I could listen to strangers' problems and not have the urge to fix them. I could not do the same to someone I care about. <br /><br />I dunno... maybe cut them some slack. They're freaked out, you're right. But that doesn't mean you have to hold your feelings in, either. What you're doing here, venting, is awesome. You're putting it out there to the world and the world listens - no band-aids, no fixes, just silent ears.Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.com