Monthly Archives: January 2017

Woe is me

It’s bizarre how taking a big decision renders me unable of taking any other, however small and insignificant. All things but one seem now meagre, meaningless. Time is slowly crawling and I can’t even make up my mind if I want it to pass faster or not.

Numbed by morphine, he’s now deep into his twilight sleep. Later this afternoon, with a little help from his humans, my buddy of more than 18 years will make the leap into the great unknown on the other side.

Met him on a chilly autumn day. No older than a month, a tiny but fearless black kitten, smaller than a sparrow, following passersby up and down the sidewalk, begging attention. He started purring as soon as I lifted him and I instantly knew we’ll be together for the long run. I love him dearly, however that’s not my merit. He’s well worthy of love.

Not quite an adult himself, he slipped without hesitation into the role of the Mother Cat, playing, guiding and grooming the orphan kittens we brought in.

Never selfish of greedy, he would yield his comfy spot or bowl of food to whomever manifested the smallest interest in it.

He loved music. The more strident and silly, like the most basic music box songs or the monophonic ringtones, the better.

He hated me having arguments, always rushing to climb to my lap and cause distraction to dissipate tense moments.

He loved the forbidden outdoors and secretly wished he was a dog. He would have been the greatest dog ever.

Surely we had our ups and downs, but we loved each other nevertheless. Clever enough to put two and two together and find me guilty of abandonment, he made it clear to me that the ordeal he had to endure in order to be able to join us here at the bottom of the Earth was the lowest point in our relationship. But we kissed and make up and all was forgiven the moment I brought him into our new home down under. I love him dearly. So hard to let go. Sad times ahead.

La tăți ni greu

Majoritatea știm ce e PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) din filme cu veterani de război. Simptomele specifice sunt flashbacks, coșmaruri în care evenimentele traumatice sunt retrăite vivid, sentimentul de pericol permanent și iminent, retragerea în sine etc.
Din același spectru, dar mult mai puțin populară, este afecțiunea numită Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD).

Spre deosebire de PTSD, în care trauma are loc într-o perioadă de timp limitată, CPTSD se referă la trauma care are loc încontinuu, sau în mod repetat, pe o perioadă lungă. Cel mai adesea CPTSD este diagnosticat la indivizi care au suferit abuzuri fizice și/sau psihologice în perioada copilăriei. Doar în Australia se estimează că există aproximativ 5 milioane de adulți afectați de childhood trauma.

Simptomele CPTSD se confundă cu trăsăturile de personalitate, mai ales pentru suferinzi: mulți nu realizează că sensibilitatea debilitantă, anxietatea socială, distanțarea sau eliminarea relațiilor cu oamenii sunt consecința CPTSD, și nu o pornire firească a caracterului dificil.

Un articol despre CPTSD și acceptarea faptului că poți suferi de o boală mintală, de la Deborah Orr in The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2017/jan/04/carrie-fisher-struggles-mental-illness

Si un forum cu resurse de informație și discuții despre CPTSD, pentru cei care vor să aprofundeze subiectul.