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Our shared life lessons

These are a few thoughts on the behaviors that come through this house and how I've been handling them.

As I've noted, the CNAs bring a lot of drama to my house by telling me their problems and acting up. I still learn from them though. While listening to one in particular, I see she is yet to learn from her mistakes. I know some of her history and see her dating the same type of individual. I see a desperate heart yearning to be rescued from herself, from her own demons.

As I watch this young lady (especially w knowledge of her diagnoses) I see a very hurt child trying not to drown, trying to survive herself. As a survivor of abuse w PTSD, I know well what it feels like to try to survive myself. What I didn't know was how it feels to watch a person make the same mistakes, w no power to help them get on the right course. This frustration must be what doctors felt when I was her age making wild, unstable decisions. Like my CNA, I was predictable in that I was going to rush into things having no true foundation.

I hope I don't sound overly critical of her as I point out the stage of life this young woman is in. I can see parts of my young self in her which teaches me the viewpoint of older onlookers at that stage in my own life. The shoe is on the other foot now. As I watch and listen to her I am learning to do what older ones did w me. I'm learning more patience for one thing. Lol. I'm learning when to speak and when to listen. And I'm willing to learn from mistakes she's making now so that I don't suffer the same lasting consequences.

I didn't ask for new life lessons. I didn't ask to be the adult in the room that offers a bit of sound advice, tinged w sarcasm. But here I am, a middle aged woman, sitting w a younger me (wild CNA) trying to talk sense into her emotionally trampled heart.

Who knew all this abuse and history of mine would be of any value to someone else? If I am to have this history and if I was forced to learn those lessons, at least now I can attempt to pass them along to another survivor in need.

Even though I talk to one of my CNAs on a very personal level, I still have to set boundaries concerning subject matter. She knows she can't come here threatening to kill herself. She has a therapist and family members to assist with that. I'm not able to manage that symptom of hers. I talk to my friends about their suicidal feelings but for many reasons, I refuse to go there with her. There's one other subject that I won't talk to her about unless there are steps forward in helping herself. These boundaries protect my sanity and prevent unnecessary triggers. After all, this is not my daughter and I am not a therapist. I'm a survivor in therapy and there is only so much I can take. There's only so much energy I can expend for her.

After saying all that stuff about her, I have to admit that I really like her. Despite issues, she's pleasant and funny. You pretty much know where she stands bc she wears her heart on her sleave. 😊 She's a good kid, ya know? Just kind of lost for the moment. Just for the moment, though. There is hope for her future.

Faith

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SUNDRIP – Art for Life is a site that expresses in every media possible an intimate look into the life of a person living with major trauma. The issues addressed in art and writing include Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Lupus and CRSD. Despite these issues, I intend to move forward, through and out with honor, grace and creativity.

2 thoughts on “Our shared life lessons

  1. Deb Rhodes

    And now you begin to experience something I've heard for decades, that God doesn't waste our pain. He will always use it to help someone else who is where we use to be. Pretty cool, isn't it?

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