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I can only imagine what George Carlin would do with horseshit like #metoo and the like. He already called out a bunch of this crap as early as '90.
What a bunch of pussies
Don't forget that a lot of this is spawned by the so-called mental health industry. There are some good psychiatrists and psychologists who really help people who genuinely need it ... and there are a whole bunch of charlatans who need help more than their patients, who create false diagnoses and false "syndromes" (and false "memories").
PTSD is an odd mental state to be in. I?ve never been in the military, or been in combat, but am currently taking time off from work to deal with what?s been triggered over the past few months. One of the hardest aspects of this for me is the constantly losing battle of wills. I start off not realizing that I?m even in that mindset, and over the course of weeks my drive to fix what?s wrong is taxed by sleep loss, constantly being in a heightened state of fight or flight, and knowing that something just isn?t right.
I do feel guilt bringing this stuff up with my therapist, there?s plenty of people who have been through much worse than me, but that doesn?t diminish the reality of my situation or the work that I need to keep up with.
That sounds more like Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) (I am not a doctor, but recognize what you're talking about). I was diagnosed with it when my first wife came home from surgery with a surprise tracheostomy. I wasn't sleeping due to worry about her airway becoming obstructed and requiring regular sterile cleaning. I eventually ended up with physical symptoms - felt like my heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn't catch my breath. Xanax worked wonders for me and I was able to focus, prioritize, and feel 'normal' again. Eventually I learned how to recognize what was going on and control it without meds.
It's not really a 'constant worry'. I would be in a state of 'this isn't right', or 'I'm missing something that I should be paying attention to'. You just can't quite put your finger on it. Making decisions was kinda' fuzzy, like I was mentally clouded. Then I'd usually recognize I wasn't breathing normally, kind of holding my breath in. Crazy stuff.