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	Comments on: &#8220;What Doesn&#8217;t Kill You Makes You Stronger&#8221; and Other Stupid Crap People Tell Trauma Survivors	</title>
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		By: Rachel		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ellen, Thank youn for writing on this subject. During the 40+ years I have worked on the knotty issue that is the CPTS in my life. 
I encountered some of the platitude-quoting people you described. Since the perpetrator in my life was my biological mother, I got: &quot;Well, mothers and daughters don&#039;t always get along.&quot; &quot;Are you sure it was that bad? You were young and may not remember.&quot; &quot;Are you sure you&#039;re not exaggerating?&quot; When I heard someone say those things I ask, &quot;How was your relationship with your mother?&quot; And invariably they tell me they got along and/or were close. That&#039;s when I look at them and as I think &#039;Stop talking. They don&#039;t get it.&quot; I change the subject. 
People who spout platitudes and are toxically positive have no idea what my life is like and don&#039;t know what else to say when confronted with something they can not understand. Why would I make up the prisoner of war lifestyle I lived? I longed to have a mother who could be there emotionally, be kind and compassionate, supportive, love unconditionally as I saw other mothers be for their children. 
I&#039;ve worked long and hard on myself. At the ripe old age of 73, while not striving for that level of &quot;positivity&quot; in which all is rainbows, smiley faces and clear sunny days, I go with being able to be grateful I have the courage to go grocery shopping, talk to people and be kind. When someone tells me of their horrific childhood I tell them I cannot imagine it, but am glad they are here, walking, talking and trying. I avoid the toxically positive and go for a life in which some days will be bad and some will be good and they are all ok. The perpetrator in my life has finally departed this life. I have a long way to go but am determined to do as much as I can to not only help me but anyone who has &quot;been there.&quot;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ellen, Thank youn for writing on this subject. During the 40+ years I have worked on the knotty issue that is the CPTS in my life.<br />
I encountered some of the platitude-quoting people you described. Since the perpetrator in my life was my biological mother, I got: &#8220;Well, mothers and daughters don&#8217;t always get along.&#8221; &#8220;Are you sure it was that bad? You were young and may not remember.&#8221; &#8220;Are you sure you&#8217;re not exaggerating?&#8221; When I heard someone say those things I ask, &#8220;How was your relationship with your mother?&#8221; And invariably they tell me they got along and/or were close. That&#8217;s when I look at them and as I think &#8216;Stop talking. They don&#8217;t get it.&#8221; I change the subject.<br />
People who spout platitudes and are toxically positive have no idea what my life is like and don&#8217;t know what else to say when confronted with something they can not understand. Why would I make up the prisoner of war lifestyle I lived? I longed to have a mother who could be there emotionally, be kind and compassionate, supportive, love unconditionally as I saw other mothers be for their children.<br />
I&#8217;ve worked long and hard on myself. At the ripe old age of 73, while not striving for that level of &#8220;positivity&#8221; in which all is rainbows, smiley faces and clear sunny days, I go with being able to be grateful I have the courage to go grocery shopping, talk to people and be kind. When someone tells me of their horrific childhood I tell them I cannot imagine it, but am glad they are here, walking, talking and trying. I avoid the toxically positive and go for a life in which some days will be bad and some will be good and they are all ok. The perpetrator in my life has finally departed this life. I have a long way to go but am determined to do as much as I can to not only help me but anyone who has &#8220;been there.&#8221;</p>
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