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Things that used to paralyze me, drive me into seclusion, no longer wield that kind of power.
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The last two months brought a seismic change in my behavior. At least five times a week I am at practice or my grandson’s game.
These are crowds of strangers closely packed in tight spaces.
It is also a long duration of contact, three-plus hours of being vulnerable.
Soldiers with PTSD, rape victims, and abused kids all avoid crowds and people.
All have differing degrees of mistrust and anxiety levels involved in their PTSD.
I have been triggered, but it resembles a firecracker instead of a bomb.
Uncomfortable and awkward, they are not powerful enough to overcome my desire to support my grandson.
For once desire wins over PTSD.
I will be glad when the season is over.
It is great to be blunt.
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