PTSD, therapy and triggers

I can’t imagine WHY people bury their PTSD and never get help for it. 

(Pete started working on his ptsd earlier this year and now is almost constantly triggered.)

Oh right. 

That.

It’s hard. 

(Wait, and along with adhd, I have mild autism? SCORE!!!)

But like all therapy, the introspection is amazing. 

My desire to … allow the triggering to continue has … “hurt” some people.

They should ask THEIR therapist to explain it to them. 

(But they don’t have a therapist.) (Well that’s a problem, cause until I get the anger and triggers under control, those people will never see me. 🤷‍♂️)

At least I’m making progress on learning about my adhd and autism. 

Learning how to make decisions and do things is fucking insnanely hard. 

Today, I called the junk man to hall away some old filing cabinets that I wasn’t using. 

Idiot 1: why didn’t you JUST put it up on FB market place. 

Not quite shouting Pete: what part of autism is confusing to you? Everything? It literally took medication and every ounce of will power that I have to call “got junk” and pay the, to cart them away. 

Sanctimonious Prick: why didn’t you donate them???

Exhausted Pete: autism. I’m ecstatic that I did something. And sanctimonious prick shoots me down. Feel free to banned banned banned. 

So yah.

I’ve been finally working on the project list. 

It’s both painful and awful.  (Awful, full of awe. YOU don’t get to complain about changes in the language while using other changed parts of the language.)

“Pete. Do not do two things at once. FINISH putting the shelves together. 

THEN reorganize.”

So now I’m in the middle of five projects in four different rooms. 

😮‍💨

Skills!