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<blockquote data-quote="Feeling Sad" data-source="post: 703875" data-attributes="member: 19245"><p>You are right, Copa. We have the courage to start making choices for ourselves...what is best for us and not always worry about others.</p><p></p><p>Your prison experience does sound like ptsd. There is a large proportion of abused or traumatized people who go into the helping fields...to nurture. We want to help others. I think that it goes even further than being comfortable with it. Where someone else would run for the hills, we are drawn to it. Perhaps, we want to 'fix' issues in others' lives that we could not in our own.</p><p></p><p>I worked in horrible areas in the San Fernando Valley on child abuse and child neglect cases in college. I was a 'spy' in a sense. Some of the mothers were mentally unstable and the father's were sexual inappropriate. Sometimes both parents were violent. They did not know that I knew that they were currently going to court and that I reported to protective services. Not a safe situation. My mother would have been very upset with me. In retrospect, I would not have blamed her.</p><p></p><p>Yes, we are brave, but, perhaps numb, as well. We are driven to help others, but our danger self-regulator is malfunctioning.</p><p></p><p>I have slept with almost every light in the house turned on. I turned off the ones clear across the house tonight, but I am feeling very spooked.</p><p></p><p>I have started to collect antique portraits from the 1700s and 1800s. I bought 2 up north on my recent trip. Both are paintings of men. I wish now that I hadn't. Dark shadow make them look very menacing. You cannot tell from their faces if they were friendly. One is gigantic...at about 4 feet tall. I am now thinking about the possibility of residual spirits. Ha ha ha... I want to turn the lights back on, but I do not want to go back out there in the dark.</p><p></p><p>Quite a quandary. Hmmm....brave? It is strange that I am not afraid in truly life threatening situations, yet in other safe situations, I cannot choose to just 'numb' out. I guess that my body does not feel the need to because it is not truly dangerous.</p><p></p><p>I still do not want to go out there right now, though. I own hundreds of antiques. In fact, I sleep in an antique bed. It is just my lousy ptsd.</p><p></p><p>Copa, pleasant 'benadryl free' dreams. We will help each other.</p><p></p><p>How is dear Leafy doing?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Feeling Sad, post: 703875, member: 19245"] You are right, Copa. We have the courage to start making choices for ourselves...what is best for us and not always worry about others. Your prison experience does sound like ptsd. There is a large proportion of abused or traumatized people who go into the helping fields...to nurture. We want to help others. I think that it goes even further than being comfortable with it. Where someone else would run for the hills, we are drawn to it. Perhaps, we want to 'fix' issues in others' lives that we could not in our own. I worked in horrible areas in the San Fernando Valley on child abuse and child neglect cases in college. I was a 'spy' in a sense. Some of the mothers were mentally unstable and the father's were sexual inappropriate. Sometimes both parents were violent. They did not know that I knew that they were currently going to court and that I reported to protective services. Not a safe situation. My mother would have been very upset with me. In retrospect, I would not have blamed her. Yes, we are brave, but, perhaps numb, as well. We are driven to help others, but our danger self-regulator is malfunctioning. I have slept with almost every light in the house turned on. I turned off the ones clear across the house tonight, but I am feeling very spooked. I have started to collect antique portraits from the 1700s and 1800s. I bought 2 up north on my recent trip. Both are paintings of men. I wish now that I hadn't. Dark shadow make them look very menacing. You cannot tell from their faces if they were friendly. One is gigantic...at about 4 feet tall. I am now thinking about the possibility of residual spirits. Ha ha ha... I want to turn the lights back on, but I do not want to go back out there in the dark. Quite a quandary. Hmmm....brave? It is strange that I am not afraid in truly life threatening situations, yet in other safe situations, I cannot choose to just 'numb' out. I guess that my body does not feel the need to because it is not truly dangerous. I still do not want to go out there right now, though. I own hundreds of antiques. In fact, I sleep in an antique bed. It is just my lousy ptsd. Copa, pleasant 'benadryl free' dreams. We will help each other. How is dear Leafy doing? [/QUOTE]
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