The lady from the psychiatric home assistance service came over today.
She found me shaken and the flat in a total mess too. For some unknown reason complete strangers recently kept shouting at me. Some for having a psychiatric condition, some for poverty. Most of them people working in administration (so couldn't avoid them).
I told her what happened. She said that she found it hard to belief. I could see the anger in her face. At some point she stopped me. "That's not the truth, don't say that ever again!" I feared the worst. "You are not psychiatrically ill, not one bit". [iOh God that tune again. Yes yes I know I am a fake and a liar because I don't look like your usual standard depressive or hypersensitive anxiety patient. Got that one at the clinic. Thank you very much. She gave me a stern look.
"You do not have a mental illness. Don't let anyone tell you that. You have a trauma. The very thing this ignorants would have developed if they had gone through the same! How dare they judge if it is a completely natural reaction that any sane person would have under this circumstances?"
Seriously I could have kissed her.
I think I will write that down and put it on the fridge. That's the first time I heard someone around me speaks about what it truly is: the normal reaction of a otherwise sane individual. If we were mentally ill we would be Narcs or Borderliners not people with C-PTSD. I wasn't very comfortable about having someone walking in to my flat to check up on me but I am impressed. I definitely like the style. That lovely lady has quite a fighter in her.
And it even got better: it tuned out that she is currently attending a class in C-PTSD in a rather renown clinic. Evidently it is a rather new diagnosis and she secured herself a place in to one of the first practical training classes for nurses -as she told me cheerfully. New diagnosis? Das ist des Pudels Kern! According to her the clinic also decided to specialise on C-PTSD as they believe it will be become the next big thing in psychiatry. So they are investing in to the trauma station in order to get a head start when the rat race kicks off. Needless to say that this is music to my ears. I might go and check that new trauma station out as it is a state owned clinic. I really want to be just done with that bull..it and get a real life.
So much too my usual whining that luck only happens to other people.
Well, if I am not one * of a lucky bunny -pardon- street rat!
She found me shaken and the flat in a total mess too. For some unknown reason complete strangers recently kept shouting at me. Some for having a psychiatric condition, some for poverty. Most of them people working in administration (so couldn't avoid them).
I told her what happened. She said that she found it hard to belief. I could see the anger in her face. At some point she stopped me. "That's not the truth, don't say that ever again!" I feared the worst. "You are not psychiatrically ill, not one bit". [iOh God that tune again. Yes yes I know I am a fake and a liar because I don't look like your usual standard depressive or hypersensitive anxiety patient. Got that one at the clinic. Thank you very much. She gave me a stern look.
"You do not have a mental illness. Don't let anyone tell you that. You have a trauma. The very thing this ignorants would have developed if they had gone through the same! How dare they judge if it is a completely natural reaction that any sane person would have under this circumstances?"
Seriously I could have kissed her.
I think I will write that down and put it on the fridge. That's the first time I heard someone around me speaks about what it truly is: the normal reaction of a otherwise sane individual. If we were mentally ill we would be Narcs or Borderliners not people with C-PTSD. I wasn't very comfortable about having someone walking in to my flat to check up on me but I am impressed. I definitely like the style. That lovely lady has quite a fighter in her.
And it even got better: it tuned out that she is currently attending a class in C-PTSD in a rather renown clinic. Evidently it is a rather new diagnosis and she secured herself a place in to one of the first practical training classes for nurses -as she told me cheerfully. New diagnosis? Das ist des Pudels Kern! According to her the clinic also decided to specialise on C-PTSD as they believe it will be become the next big thing in psychiatry. So they are investing in to the trauma station in order to get a head start when the rat race kicks off. Needless to say that this is music to my ears. I might go and check that new trauma station out as it is a state owned clinic. I really want to be just done with that bull..it and get a real life.
So much too my usual whining that luck only happens to other people.
Well, if I am not one * of a lucky bunny -pardon- street rat!