I am old, and a cynic. And I have observed that much if not most of the time, when people admire my strength in any situation, they are doing it not so much to uplift me, and console me, and encourage me, as they are doing it to provide *themselves* with a solid excuse for not helping me in any way. Because I'm strong, and that means I can manage on my own. But hey, they said something nice, that should count for something. Right? Right?
Wrong.
[Edit in: I've also been told PTSD requires physical injury as a prerequisite. Total bologna. It's the combination of helplessness and the fear of death that causes it, and believe me, savage vicious bullying, savage emotional abuse, will cause you to feel trapped and fear for your survival without a hair of your head being touched. Bologna, I say again.]
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"I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people," said the man. "You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides."
-- Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
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