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Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and Ebola
Oct. 24th, 2014 09:27 amSo-o, at 1:45 am last night, RTT starts texting me – Can’t sleep. Feels sad. Doesn’t want to do anything. Life is not worth living, etc.
Woke me up. I didn’t get back to sleep till 5 or so, and now I’m a zombie.
Clearly, he’s suffering from some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder related to the robbery. It triggers the memories of Justin’s suicide.
He needs therapy but short of driving back up there, throwing him in a car, and taking him to a clinic myself, I’m not sure how to get him into therapy.
I mean, I’d drive up there in a heartbeat, but he never does anything Itell advise him to do, so really, it would be a wasted trip.
But somehow his father and I need to convince him this must be done.
I invited him down to spend some time with me in the boring, bucolic Hudson River Valley – hangin’ with the pusskers, being fussed over by Mommy etc. But he didn’t want to do that either.
I must say, I’m really rather exhausted by the continual crises. I get that it’s not his fault – well, I mean the large sum of money sitting in his sock drawer was his fault, but not the robbery. Still.
I feel as though somehow I managed to survive the last six years – shit, the last 15 years if you want to factor in all the work and nail-biting that went into starting a business – shit, the last 20 years if you count all the ICM madness – and now all I want to do is curl up in a little ball, write my little fantasy stories and read biographies of the Mitford Sisters. Maybe travel a little. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently.
In other news, Ebola has hit the Big Apple. A hipster doc came home from his stint with Médecins Sans Frontières in Guinea and didn’t take the isolation protocol very seriously. One assumes this is because he knew for a fact that his HazMat suit had never been never breached while he was treating patients. That’s actually the most alarming thing about his infection: How did he get it?
I can tell that the Ebola crisis is no longer a crisis, though, because The Daily Mail has begun running Kardashian stories again.
Law and Order aficionados already knew that Metro cards can be used as tracking devices.
And I'm betting it won’t be a problem to find seats on the A Train for the next few days, even at the height of rush-hour.
Woke me up. I didn’t get back to sleep till 5 or so, and now I’m a zombie.
Clearly, he’s suffering from some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder related to the robbery. It triggers the memories of Justin’s suicide.
He needs therapy but short of driving back up there, throwing him in a car, and taking him to a clinic myself, I’m not sure how to get him into therapy.
I mean, I’d drive up there in a heartbeat, but he never does anything I
But somehow his father and I need to convince him this must be done.
I invited him down to spend some time with me in the boring, bucolic Hudson River Valley – hangin’ with the pusskers, being fussed over by Mommy etc. But he didn’t want to do that either.
I must say, I’m really rather exhausted by the continual crises. I get that it’s not his fault – well, I mean the large sum of money sitting in his sock drawer was his fault, but not the robbery. Still.
I feel as though somehow I managed to survive the last six years – shit, the last 15 years if you want to factor in all the work and nail-biting that went into starting a business – shit, the last 20 years if you count all the ICM madness – and now all I want to do is curl up in a little ball, write my little fantasy stories and read biographies of the Mitford Sisters. Maybe travel a little. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently.
In other news, Ebola has hit the Big Apple. A hipster doc came home from his stint with Médecins Sans Frontières in Guinea and didn’t take the isolation protocol very seriously. One assumes this is because he knew for a fact that his HazMat suit had never been never breached while he was treating patients. That’s actually the most alarming thing about his infection: How did he get it?
I can tell that the Ebola crisis is no longer a crisis, though, because The Daily Mail has begun running Kardashian stories again.
Law and Order aficionados already knew that Metro cards can be used as tracking devices.
And I'm betting it won’t be a problem to find seats on the A Train for the next few days, even at the height of rush-hour.
