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Triggered . What does that mean?

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 “Triggered”.What a misunderstood word.  I had someone tell me they’d been “triggered” because their children wouldn’t do the dishes.  No, that’s “frustrated “ and you can control that outcome. “ Reward reversal”. If they don’t do the work, they lose a reward. No drama, no screaming just natural consequences.  When a person suffering from PTSD is triggered it’s as if someone shot a gun and the person is bombarded by past trauma.  I was in a car accident and nobody from my family came to check on or support me. They actually turned their phones off. Yes, that’s cruel in itself. When you’re a person that’s suffered from abandonment and trauma a situation like that “triggers “ that person to experience every time they were abandoned and in trauma. I said something unkind to my family that I perceived was reality and the consequences were unreal.  They stopped speaking to me and judged me harshly. Which reinforced the anxiety and proved that I truly was abandon...

Codependency vs Survival

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 Once I asked a “qualified “ person what was wrong with me? Why did I get hurt so deeply by others? Why did their disapproval of me matter.  “What’s wrong with me?” The answer they gave me was awful. They said I was codependent… what? So I depended on others too much and was clingy to find approval??? They were so wrong. They had no clue what it’s like to survive living with abusers. They’re irrational and combust spontaneously.  You never know what’s going to happen next. So, you live on guard. You have to judge the mood of the room before you enter it in order to survive.  I was also told that I’m a “fixer.”  Yes, I have to fix everyone. That’s also a condition of abuse. If the abuser has a problem, fixing it is the only way to survive another day or another moment.  When a person is abused most of their lives they have to learn how to think differently. Relaxing is a luxury never afforded them. PTSD is very real. So, when someone sneaks up behind you, yo...