reading all the things that happened to everyone else. I do have compassion for all of us, don't get me wrong. But this entire event in my life and hearing the events of others makes me think, doubt and question my sanity more. I am the one who seems to be forgetting the disease these people have. I noticed in my post that I didn't really talk about the stuff he tried to do. He did DBT for a year has counseling and continues to work on himself. Personally I think he does a horrible job at it, but I end up comparing him to all these other people on here and these people are human beings. Sick. :)on't get me wrong, everytime this guy calls me I feel sick. But during all this I have lost compassion for him and others and even on here I find myself, thinking we are bashing the crap out of sick people. Me Included. It is a constant guilt for me. I feel awful and crappy on the inside like I can't think for myself. I don't even know what I am trying to say.
Hi drv, I certainly share some of the feelings you have said... .mine even admitted (finally!) the other night that she was [mentally] "sick." But then she goes back to the same abusive behavior.
I may be in a minority, but I've never bought into the analogy equating physical sickness with mental sickness. I think it's something filtered into our society to make US feel guilty about not sitting there in the corner like the kicked puppy, licking the hand that smacks it, because, after all, the master is "sick" but he still loves us... .It's a form of emotional and societal blackmail. It's FOG. We can support, but we must not throw in the towels of our own hearts and be treated like doormats because "they're sick, they can't help it." Do we have no compassion? Are we monsters? No and no. Quite the opposite.
