Monday, February 13, 2017

Joyful squeaking causes distress

I was sitting with my son who was happily playing an iPad. He was making joyful squeaking noises. 

My injured brain subconsciously interpreted his happy noise as sounds of distress and it induced anxiety.

So I remoted myself to the end room to get away from it.

Later he joined me—to show off the set up railway set in the end room—and the squeaking began again. I had to explain how his happy noises were received by my wounded mind and ask him to try not to make them.

That's what it is to live with a psychological injury; happiness is stolen because your battered brain can't properly register the sounds of joy.

UPDATE (February 2017): Just to be clear, yes, I have PTSD.

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