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Esme Fae's avatar

I really think that most people's lives are so easy these days that it is making everyone go collectively insane.

I think about my grandparents, who were impoverished Transylvanian peasants in the early 20th century. They went through a lot to immigrate to America in 1912, and their lives were very hard - my grandpa worked as a coal miner and later in a steel mill; my grandma had nine children, of which three died in infancy, and raised them all in an 1100 SF house, while growing all their vegetables and raising chickens on a 1/4 acre city lot. Yet I do not think the word "trauma" was even in their vocabulary. That was just...life, in those days. You sucked it up, and you got on with it, because you had to.

I used to read the "Little House" books to my kids every night. In "Little Town on the Prairie," things are finally looking up for the Ingalls family; after nearly starving to death the winter before, the weather has been favorable and they are anticipating a great harvest, when an enormous flock of migrating blackbirds comes through and devours all the corn and oats. Laura complains about how they always have to fight something - there's always some sort of disaster ruining things. Ma shrugs and tells her "This earthly life is a battle. If it isn't one thing to contend with, it's another. It always has been so, and it always will be. The sooner you make up your mind to that, the better off you are, and more thankful for your pleasures." Then Pa shoots a bunch of the blackbirds and Ma fries them up for dinner, and bakes some of them into a pie.

I think people in past times were better at just sucking it up and getting on with it, because they had no other option. Today, our lives are easier and more luxurious than literally any time in human history - and yet people claim to be "traumatized" because they had to be polite to the Trump-voting uncle at Thanksgiving or because they had to get a pap smear and it reminded them that we can't actually change our reproductive organs into something else by using weird made-up pronouns.

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Elena Small's avatar

Thank you. I have a PTSD diagnosis and have gone through years of specialized therapy and meticulous medication management to keep me functional. My “trauma” isn’t something I brag about, and I often feel apologetic about how confusing or worrisome my flashbacks appear to others. Many terrible, horrible parts of life aren’t trauma, and that is okay. Grief is a horrific beast to navigate, for instance, even if it doesn’t always equate to trauma.

I get frustrated with the idea that anyone whose pet cat ran away or whose mom was reluctant to use their neopronouns also “has trauma” in the same way someone living with PTSD does.

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