One of the most triggering questions in the world is the innocently well intentioned “Why don’t you just…?” question-suggestion-judgment. It feels like an attack when it is actually meant as a suggestion. Inevitably, it’s asked by someone who does not understand the struggle I am feeling, the tempest inside, or the helplessness that is just bubbling under the surface.
Having CPTSD is like being at a dance and not knowing what the steps are. It feels like two steps forward, one step back, three steps to the right, ten to the left, and then we start all over again without knowing what the pattern is or if there is a final goal. No rhyme or reason. Other people seem to be doing the dance well and I just want to rebel against the tempo, get out of this dance, or pretend that I’m doing it like the rest of the people on the dance floor.
“As a second grade teacher, I see a lot of parents separate around this time. They’ve had issues and now the kids are a little older and at school more full time. They look at each other and decide that they don’t actually want to be together anymore. It’s even tougher on the parents whose children have special needs.”