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PTSD in blogville
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PTSD in blogville What is the first visceral memory you have? Not something you remember because someone told you about it but something you remember because it’s a flash in your own mind? There are times that I remember in total…….like they are movies in my brain that I can run back and forward….all the details just as clear as if they happened ten minutes ago. I can smell them, taste them, hear the sounds. Trauma does that. Any huge emotion I think. It’s why PTSD is so terrifying, so real and so damaging. We live in a world that is filled with survivors. Veterans, , women and men who have been abused, elderly who suffer at the hands of their caregivers, those in hospitals who are treated with malignant cruelty instead of tender care. People who most often cannot for whatever reason call a halt to the abuse. I was so blessed to have 15 years of love before I knew fear. Fifteen years of safety before I came across true cruelty. If you were blessed, no….even if you weren’t and you’ve managed to survive and crawl to safety for which I give you the most amazing standing ovation and lift you high for all to see… then please…take a look around HotMatch.com. How do you want people to remember you? All this stuff that’s happening here in blogville…..all these people trying to seem bigger by making other people feel small. What’s that about? Telling people what they can write…..whoa baby….this is America so backup a minute. No one puts baby in a corner. If writing here is anything, it’s about free speech. It’s about being able to make a memory come alive or make a new one, show off, make someone laugh. Censorship here is like force feeding a vegan steak tartare………wrong in so many ways. Don’t want to read a certain blog……..shrugs…….easily solved………..don’t read it. No reason to go shouting about it all over the place. Hey look I don’t read that blog………what’s the point in that other than to make sure everyone knows you’re a bit of an asswipe? pfft. Blocking comments…..I guess I don’t see the point. A comment is a comment. Everyone has an opinion (yup, they're like assholes) We write to be read. If I feel like it’s over the top to block. I might choose not to respond. But why block it? It’s just an opinion. If you were publishing RT, you couldn’t block a reviewer, right?. Now, I know I am not read by any of the big people here because I don’t write about sex and print sex pics so it doesn’t make much difference what I say. BUT, we little guys do read a lot of the people that are being harassed and it’s starting to annoy us. So cut the shit. Act like grown-ups. It’s a blog… … And unless you have PTSD, I’m so over y’all. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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my comment to ensure that i exist You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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1 post 9/9/2016 1:49 pm |
I thought that I had read multiple posts from multiple Bloggers that all of that was over and done with? ... Or am I missing something new?
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Well said! I know many people with PTSD symptoms .. too bad they will not go get help when they need it. I normally let all blog post stand as they are on my blog. Why block someone unless they are really being an idiot. hugssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I agree with everything you say here except the part about blocking. First I should point out that if I have someone blocked, then I will not go to their blog ( even to look) ever. That's only fair in my mind. But if someone only comes to my blog to insult me, then I have no problem blocking them. And the same if they always quote me and precede to insult me on other's blogs. Now ( this is my right ) I also block people that I see that always seem to go to the blogs of people that I feel are basically only here trying to cause problems within the blogs... and agree with them wholeheartedly. Why would I ever want those types of people coming to my blog? I'm here to have fun. I'm not here to be popular or to gather comments. I don't mind a discussion at all. Or a good debate. But I'd rather not have either with people who are just looking for trouble or *out to get me* ( trolls... I have a few ). Again, I'm here to have fun. Anything that I can do to insure that my time spent here is fairly pleasant, is for me to decide. And because I will not go to anyone's blog that I have blocked... I think that's fair.
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fuckn right I have ptsd.
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I try to be honest, insofar as I perceive the truth, so I'll be candid here. I have a number of members blocked, and there's a reason why. I was being a turd. If another member wants to read my blog, and even leave nasty comments, I can't stop him. There are so many members here with multiple profiles that anyone with the least initiative can access my blog with one of those second, third or fourth profiles. I've been little bothered by trolls on my blog. But I've had friends who were very much bothered by them, and on occasion one of the most high profile of trolls was...trolling my blog to see if he might catch me violating the TOU. I had collaborated with two other bloggers on a post about trolls. The purpose wasn't to bash any specific member who we had identified as a troll- it was to offer support and encouragement to our fellows who had been bothered that we were here for them- we had their backs. The Troll on a Trike wasn't pleased, and he sent "message profiles" to my blog with taglines like "Fuck you, you fucking fuck." It was great , good and wholesome fun! So I kept blocking the fake profiles, which meant that he had to create new ones to poke at me. And every minute he spent doing that was a minute he wasn't hassling some poor vulnerable woman on this site. If he wanted to be a dick I meant to make him work for it. So, yeah, I was being a turd. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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You said.. " I don't know kzoo........maybe I should have just not said anything ". Noooo. That was just fine. That was your opinion. And... you stated it politely and civilly. It was neither rudely put nor nasty. No problem there, my friend. Besides, there are people I know who also have HAD problems and they STILL feel the way you do. It's like a *moral code* that they have... or something. To each, their own. Right? 
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Your post was just fine... you shouldn't have any regrets. The thing about such a post is to illicit responses and hear what people think.  I'm not really sure what my earliest memory is... but I do have lots of memories from a time when I was probably about 3-4 years old. I remember once something had fallen into a heating system vent on the floor. I wanted it back. What I remember is the grate being removed (not sure if I removed it or someone else did) then reaching down to retrieve the item and falling down into the duct work and catching myself by my feet on the edge. Someone grabbed me by the feet and pulled me back out. But I don't believe it is a true memory. I think it is a product of an event and an very active imagination. I think what really happened was when I went to reach for the item that the mystery person that was there said something about not falling in and my imagination ran away with it. Vive La Difference
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I don't get many comments on my blog. Probably, my posts are too long, too wordy for those who post comments to build their readership. However, with no big fuss, no discussion of it, I did block ONE person who wrote me a nasty personal note. I decided I never needed to be reminded of him EVER again. Now...about memories. I've been quite lucky in that there's no physical trauma in my past (none anyway that I've found digging around in years of therapy). That said, I really don't remember ANYTHING until I was about five years old. My mom has told me stories of trauma I may have witnessed up to about age 2. If I believe her. I look at pictures of myself at age 4 or 5, when my younger sister was born and claimed center stage, and I think I remember that but...how do we know what's really a memory? Maybe it's just seeing the intertwined emotions --love and desire to kill her-- in my face in the photo as I looked at her.
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Sure, I've blocked people, men who creeped me out one too many times, for my own well-being and safety. I get defending someone from online bullying. I don't get the concern and consternation that happens over and over again here about who is in the "top blog" spot. I just don't understand it. *shrugs* Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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