Things people say to "help"
"It is what it is." That's my brother-in-law's favourite last line after I try to get some help/advice with my depression and anxiety. While he thinks he is helping, he's unknowingly being very insensitive and very, very cruel. I hate that line so much. It really hurts. Does anyone know how to respond to friends/family when they say dumb things like that, thinking they're helping you?
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So sad that so many families just can't get along. I absolutely dread those kinds of get-togethers myself. Thank you for your comments.
Thank you for your comments. So much confusion, misunderstanding and bewilderment out there these days. Even making simple eye-contact can put wrong ideas in people's heads. I hope you find the peace you definitely deserve.
Great advice. Thanks!
It's truly unfortunate that some people think that they can speak for God - I hear "it must be God's will" way too often, and the other one, "God has a plan for you", assuming that God wants you to be in the situation you're in! I'm a retired minister, and I know that too many people say things like that which simply aren't true. Yes, I know He has a plan for my life, but I also know that things happen outside his plan. Life happens. God wants the best for everyone, and we all here know that PTSD or major depression or schizophrenia are NOT the best He has to offer.
I pray every night for the people who are hurting in some way on Mayo Connect. I appreciate it when someone says they're praying for me, whether they mean it or not, without adding an insensitive placebo. People mean different things when they say they're praying, and that's ok with me. Just being acknowledged goes a long way.
Jim
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I TOTALLY agree! I was just about to post the same advice as a rhetorical question after reading all of the above posts so far:
"Why can't someone genuinely smile, nod their head in understanding, and give a hug, if OK with the recipient?"
Coming from a family where I have a sister who has "numbed out" as a way to function around our small family (now just remaining is my mother & me, & my sister), believe me please when I say how hard it is to be around someone you care about who doesn't respond to things.
BUT, for people you know and/or those you care about - especially who you don't see often - I'm inclined to suggest the kind, genuine, caring approach of warmth, a hug/s and just BEING there. But never easy or enough, maybe.
Hugs.
A thought about your sister who "numbs" out. In my humble opinion there is a major reason for this...having been "numbed" out for long periods in my own life. Trauma.
She does care about things but her "numbness" inhibits here from fully functioning and being in the moment.
This "numbness" is actually an emotional defense mechanism. Most likely learned from a young age in childhood. And most folks do not know how trauma literally can change the brain and not for the better. And such changes can be life long - especially when there are layers upon layers of trauma and it started in the formative years of childhood brain development.
It's so good to read you care about your sister despite it being "hard" to be around her.
You might think "my sister never had trauma in her life"...but this you truly do not know. What was a "nothing" incident for you - might have traumatized her without anyone else even knowing it.
Believe me, been there, done that. Anyone looking at me from the "outside" would see a highly functional, high achiever who accomplished much in life. But very few people know my inner world. And lots of people would not even "get it" so I say "nothing". But I paid a very high price for my trauma and numbness and still do to this day. The difference now is I am AWARE of it. Before, I was too numb to know!
Continue to care and love your sister. She will not be in your life forever. In the meantime simply try to be a bit more understanding. There may be so much you don't know about her and, most likely, will never know.
Oh how true. Oh how you get it. I have been diagnosed with complex PTSD because of a traumatized childhood. I had a horrible mother. As I reach the end of my life people say I am so strong. I don't feel strong. I was just fighting for my life. Part of this involved leaving her and travelling to a different country on my own. Yes, I am an immigrant. I was able to find a job and a place to live. And I just went on from there. But you are right. We are left with lifelong scars. One of my sons has stopped speaking to me. I am not in his life anymore. It is hard. On the other hand, my other son is much more loving and understanding when he actually listened to why I was diagnosed. And so it goes. Happy New Year to all.
Thank you, sincerely, for picking up on my sister's numbness.
There is more to our history than you know, and probably more to her history - or experience of life - than she will ever share with me, in spite of my many gentle, understanding and varied attempts to "be" with her.
She is a successful doctor, yet tried to take her own life.
I don't know what could be next.
For me, in my life experience, one of the hardest things is no interaction....a feeling of 'not being seen, invalidating of my existence, experiences, tge knowledge I've gained & is hard-won from decades of trying to identify, and then state out loud (unsuccessfully) the dynamics and impact of them on my life, as well as the toll it took and was lashed out between my parents.
I will leave this story of lifelong grieving for now.
Again, thank you for your wisdom in "seeing" my sister's pain & struggle from the little I shared in my first post.
I found this article a few days ago on the Medium site, and saved it to my "library." I thought it might be of interest to many,
https://medium.com/on-the-couch/to-tap-your-full-potential-heal-your-shame-wounds-795b0e01f045
I have spent a lot of time and money to "evolve" away from my family, or rather my remaining sisters who still abide by the "family rules." At least once every few months my sister, the one who still speaks to me, will say, "look how much time you spent in therapy, and all the money you wasted, where did it get you?" I say that it got me to a place where I accept myself, I have more compassion and a sense of humanity than I have ever had in my life. I am forgiving, even to those who ordinarily I would not forgive, like my partner who absconded with my retirement account. This is an especially hot topic for my sister who is always reminding me that I could be living in a much better place if not for, "her," Many in my shoes would be very bitter, but I choose not to because doing so just isn't how I am wired. I am humble and happy just where I am. I may live paycheck to paycheck, but I am happy, finally.
My sister, who I am dreading seeing tomorrow, has turned into a walking zombie that I no longer can have a discussion of any importance with, including this awful disease that has invaded my body. When she suggested to me on Friday that she thought I was angry with her, we should take a break. I responded that I was not angry, but rather anxious because I am being tested again for multiple myeloma. NO response. And to think that she is waiting for her demented husband to fall over and break his hip before she makes a decision to put him in a facility before she has a heart attack. As I told my doctor last week, she really should just push him over. Madness.
I keep thinking about this buddhist quote I read last night: when you get to the other side of the river, drop your canoe, because you no longer need it. I wonder how close I am sometimes.