Ah, to paraphrase another person too punch-drunk to understand the concept of grammar "I luv youse all"
I know there is a school of thought that thinks acknowledging your own, or other people's, misery is bad for you. That's the same school of thought that used to refuse to discuss postpartum depression in case someone talked themselves into it.
The term 'like PTSD' also fascinates me. Just how much more fucking stressful do things need to get? That is in no way discounting the experiences of service or emergency personnel; this is not a competition, but lying on a trolley instructing someone to lop your tits off is a little bit challenging. Going to extremes to protect yourself via poisoning and irradiation in an environment where sometimes the stats for faith healing and conventional medicine are a comparable (in the low single figures) is not exactly restful. Being off work for months or years does not mean you are on holidays.
No wonder some of us have a wee bit of a struggle with the whole shit fight.
