June 5, 2015 by AMY DICKINSON / askamy@tribune.com
DEAR AMY: I have a strange problem with a friend who just purchased a car. This friend is fairly new to my life. She is the closest friend I currently have in a new city where my family just purchased a home. I like this woman very much and don't want to offend her -- however I just learned that the car she purchased is the exact make, model and color that is owned by someone with whom I have a very painful past, related to the death of my infant son. I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder (which I have had all my life) and PTSD related to the traumatic death of my son, and this car is a very real trigger for me for some extremely painful memories -- memories, in fact, that were part of the reason why we moved to this new city. I want to be excited for my friend, because she is ecstatic about her car, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to ride in it, or park near her at school pickup, or do any of the things I used to do with her. I don't want to tell her and make this new exciting purchase depressing for her (or all about me), but I can't imagine that my aversion won't become obvious. I've worked hard for years to get over the emotional triggers involved in my son's death, but some days I'm just faking it till I make it, and I don't want to get back to another dark place where things start falling apart for me emotionally. Should I tell her, or should I keep quiet and pretend to be excited for her and her new big purchase?
Struggling
DEAR STRUGGLING: Keeping quiet and pretending this problem doesn't exist won't work, because internalizing your reaction won't help you to work through it. I assume your goal is to decrease your stress reaction over time, and the way to do this is to be honest with your new friend about this very unfortunate coincidence, while not blaming her for any of her choices.
Continue to avoid this visual trigger, but be open to the idea that your goal would be to adjust to it over time. Identify this challenge as an opportunity to tap into some of your inner strength. Ideally your friend's possession of this vehicle might help you replace the terrible and traumatic association with a more benign one.
Definitely talk this through with a therapist in your new city who has experience treating PTSD.
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It may sound stupid but I can relate. There are a few things that will trigger me as well and if they even get brought up in conversation I get sweaty and feel sick and will all of a sudden get intensely angry or sad depending on which trigger it is.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
It may sound stupid but I can relate. There are a few things that will trigger me as well and if they even get brought up in conversation I get sweaty and feel sick and will all of a sudden get intensely angry or sad depending on which trigger it is.
I get it.
I still have issues with blue Honda CRV's.
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The Principle of Least Interest: He who cares least about a relationship, controls it.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So you get in an accident. It happens. Caitlyn's car was totaled about 3 weeks ago. You know what the cop told her when she asked her pawpaw to drive her on to church? He told her to get back in the saddle. That it was the only way to get passed it and move on.
Now I know losing a child in a wreck is horrible. It's scared the crap out of me when I got the call about Caitlyn's wreck.
But come on. Grow some balls already.
Millions of people have car wrecks. They get on with their lives without the melodrama.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 7th of June 2015 12:37:42 PM
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So you get in an accident. It happens. Caitlyn's car was totaled about 3 weeks ago. You know what the cop told her when she asked her pawpaw to drive her on to church? He told her to get back in the saddle. That it was the only way to get passed it and move on.
Now I know losing a child in a wreck is horrible. It's scared the crap out of me when I got the call about Caitlyn's wreck.
But come on. Grow some balls already.
Millions of people have car wrecks. They get on with their lives without the melodrama.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 7th of June 2015 12:37:42 PM
I can't get over how you are comparing your daughter's car accident to a baby dying.
It's a lot easier to get on with your life without the 'melodrama' when you walk away from the accident completely fine.
Would you say the same thing to a soldier coming back from the war? Ptsd is pretty serious stuff.
Not remotely the same situation.
Pus, many people who have gone through some traumatic event act like they are the only ones who have ever done so. The fact is, nearly EVERYONE has gone through some emotional or physical trauma in their lives--including, I'm sure, Lily.
-- Edited by huskerbb on Sunday 7th of June 2015 01:06:38 PM
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
Yeah but just the knowledge that everyone else has gone through something too doesn't make it easier to bear. And different people are affected by things differently, hence the fact that we are all...different. Just because Lily seems to have the emotional level of a wet paper bag sometimes doesn't mean we all do.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
Would you say the same thing to a soldier coming back from the war? Ptsd is pretty serious stuff.
No. BECAUSE HE WAS IN A WAR!
Huge difference. Huge.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
You seem to have no emotional issues whatsoever well good for you. Not everyone is so lucky.
I have to deal with crap. Everyone does.
But I try my best to not let my crap define me. And I refuse to let it affect others.
My crap should not be someone else's problem.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
You seem to have no emotional issues whatsoever well good for you. Not everyone is so lucky.
No emotional issues AND no compassion for those who have them.
flan
Whatever.
Do you have ANYTHING to say about the OP or are you just trolling?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So you get in an accident. It happens. Caitlyn's car was totaled about 3 weeks ago. You know what the cop told her when she asked her pawpaw to drive her on to church? He told her to get back in the saddle. That it was the only way to get passed it and move on.
Now I know losing a child in a wreck is horrible. It's scared the crap out of me when I got the call about Caitlyn's wreck.
But come on. Grow some balls already.
Millions of people have car wrecks. They get on with their lives without the melodrama.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 7th of June 2015 12:37:42 PM
I can't get over how you are comparing your daughter's car accident to a baby dying.
It's a lot easier to get on with your life without the 'melodrama' when you walk away from the accident completely fine.
I empathize with the woman. I said losing a child is horrible.
But let's face it. She ain't the only one to have lost a child.
Compassion is feeling bad about it. Understanding the gravity of it.
But her friends need to ok a car efore buying it? Whats next? What about when friend has her own child?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So you get in an accident. It happens. Caitlyn's car was totaled about 3 weeks ago. You know what the cop told her when she asked her pawpaw to drive her on to church? He told her to get back in the saddle. That it was the only way to get passed it and move on.
Now I know losing a child in a wreck is horrible. It's scared the crap out of me when I got the call about Caitlyn's wreck.
But come on. Grow some balls already.
Millions of people have car wrecks. They get on with their lives without the melodrama.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 7th of June 2015 12:37:42 PM
I can't get over how you are comparing your daughter's car accident to a baby dying.
It's a lot easier to get on with your life without the 'melodrama' when you walk away from the accident completely fine.
I empathize with the woman. I said losing a child is horrible.
But let's face it. She ain't the only one to have lost a child.
Compassion is feeling bad about it. Understanding the gravity of it.
But her friends need to ok a car efore buying it? Whats next? What about when friend has her own child?
My mother lost three. I had an old neighbor who buried three kids, a wife, and a couple of grandchildren.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
Yeah but just the knowledge that everyone else has gone through something too doesn't make it easier to bear. And different people are affected by things differently, hence the fact that we are all...different. Just because Lily seems to have the emotional level of a wet paper bag sometimes doesn't mean we all do.
Sooo... being emotionally stable is now a bad thing?
Then I will take it.
I don't know all the crap you have been through and you don't know all the crap I have been through.
I'm not going to say either is worse than the other.
But a car wreck vs. War.
There is NO comparison. War is worse.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Yeah but just the knowledge that everyone else has gone through something too doesn't make it easier to bear. And different people are affected by things differently, hence the fact that we are all...different. Just because Lily seems to have the emotional level of a wet paper bag sometimes doesn't mean we all do.
Sooo... being emotionally stable is now a bad thing?
Then I will take it.
I don't know all the crap you have been through and you don't know all the crap I have been through.
I'm not going to say either is worse than the other.
Would you say the same thing to a soldier coming back from the war? Ptsd is pretty serious stuff.
No. BECAUSE HE WAS IN A WAR!
Huge difference. Huge.
Really? He saw death. She saw death. OF HER OWN BABY.
Yeah. Still not the same.
Not saying losing a baby isn't awful. It is.
But that is a one time event. It happens in one moment.
War lasts for days and days and days.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
You seem to have no emotional issues whatsoever well good for you. Not everyone is so lucky.
No emotional issues AND no compassion for those who have them.
flan
Whatever.
Do you have ANYTHING to say about the OP or are you just trolling?
I have an opinion. I am stating it.
flan
So just trolling. Good to know.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Then Vette is also a troll because she dared address a comment to you?
flan
No. She actually had a first post regarding the actual OP.
You have yet to do so.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Yes war is terrible...but the OP has not been through a war. She HAS been through the death of her child. I cannot even imagine that. Just because there are worse things (and I don't think war is worse, I would rather something happen to ME than to my child any day of the week) doesn't mean this event isn't terrible.
The OP didn't want to approve her friend's car choice. She just wants to know the best way to explain her PTSD trigger to her friend without making her friend feel badly. I don't think there is anything wrong with that.
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So you get in an accident. It happens. Caitlyn's car was totaled about 3 weeks ago. You know what the cop told her when she asked her pawpaw to drive her on to church? He told her to get back in the saddle. That it was the only way to get passed it and move on.
Now I know losing a child in a wreck is horrible. It's scared the crap out of me when I got the call about Caitlyn's wreck.
But come on. Grow some balls already.
Millions of people have car wrecks. They get on with their lives without the melodrama.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 7th of June 2015 12:37:42 PM
I can't get over how you are comparing your daughter's car accident to a baby dying.
It's a lot easier to get on with your life without the 'melodrama' when you walk away from the accident completely fine.
Seriously. It is not the same AT ALL.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
The thing is, most people have experienced some sort of trauma. We that experienced it know there are certain triggers that drag up those shock moments and try to avoid them. Our friends get that no matter how trivial those triggers may seem. The best friends get it, even if they don't understand it, and support us. That is what the OP is about. If you don't get that, then you just aren't that good friend.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
So again. I ask. Having your crap together is a bad thing?
Not putting your crap on other people is a bad thing?
How does she talk to her friend about the new car her friend is so happy about and tell her friend that the car causes her mental and emotional distress to the point of breakdown ?
Why do that to your friend?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So again. I ask. Having your crap together is a bad thing?
Not putting your crap on other people is a bad thing?
How does she talk to her friend about the new car her friend is so happy about and tell her friend that the car causes her mental and emotional distress to the point of breakdown ?
Why do that to your friend?
I'm not talking about having your crap together because trust me... I do. I'm just flabbergasted about how cold you are. Your comments on losing a child are nonchalant. Get over it. Right? I mean you weren't in a war or anything... ? Huh???
So again. I ask. Having your crap together is a bad thing?
Not putting your crap on other people is a bad thing?
How does she talk to her friend about the new car her friend is so happy about and tell her friend that the car causes her mental and emotional distress to the point of breakdown ?
Why do that to your friend?
If she doesn't tell her friend, her friend will still know something is seriously wrong. She wouldn't be able to hide her feelings from her friend.
She needs to figure out the right way to explain it.
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Seems like she needs therapy. A friend wouldn't try to tarnish another friends happiness. Sometimes suckling it up is the right thing to do.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So again. I ask. Having your crap together is a bad thing?
Not putting your crap on other people is a bad thing?
How does she talk to her friend about the new car her friend is so happy about and tell her friend that the car causes her mental and emotional distress to the point of breakdown ?
Why do that to your friend?
What the hell is wrong with you? Why do consider this friend's happiness over her new car to be a more important emotion than a woman's grief over the death of her child?
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
There is nothing wrong with me. The crap I've seen and lived through would half of you in a locked mental ward.
But I don't flip out when I see flare guns or telephone cords or hear gates clanking shut.
I took care of my crap. I didn't put it on other people.
I'm not saying the car is more important. But the friends feelings are just as important.
And I don't see them remaining friends for long after being told that the car causes mental anguish. It isn't like a picture you can shove in a drawer when you need to. It's a car.
I am sure there are probably thousands of that car on the road. What's the OP going to do? Flip every time she sees one?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There is nothing wrong with me. The crap I've seen and lived through would half of you in a locked mental ward.
But I don't flip out when I see flare guns or telephone cords or hear gates clanking shut.
I took care of my crap. I didn't put it on other people.
I'm not saying the car is more important. But the friends feelings are just as important.
And I don't see them remaining friends for long after being told that the car causes mental anguish. It isn't like a picture you can shove in a drawer when you need to. It's a car.
I am sure there are probably thousands of that car on the road. What's the OP going to do? Flip every time she sees one?
And I'm guessing that "crap" was the result of choices YOU made.
There is nothing wrong with me. The crap I've seen and lived through would half of you in a locked mental ward.
But I don't flip out when I see flare guns or telephone cords or hear gates clanking shut.
I took care of my crap. I didn't put it on other people.
I'm not saying the car is more important. But the friends feelings are just as important.
And I don't see them remaining friends for long after being told that the car causes mental anguish. It isn't like a picture you can shove in a drawer when you need to. It's a car.
I am sure there are probably thousands of that car on the road. What's the OP going to do? Flip every time she sees one?
And I'm guessing that "crap" was the result of choices YOU made.
flan
No. Not all of it.
But again, what about the other thousands and thousands of that kind of car?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I think she should tell her friend briefly, and leave it alone. The friend will understand then if she doesn't want to see her new proud possession. And she should get grief relief to deal with her loss.
There is nothing wrong with me. The crap I've seen and lived through would half of you in a locked mental ward.
But I don't flip out when I see flare guns or telephone cords or hear gates clanking shut.
I took care of my crap. I didn't put it on other people.
I'm not saying the car is more important. But the friends feelings are just as important.
And I don't see them remaining friends for long after being told that the car causes mental anguish. It isn't like a picture you can shove in a drawer when you need to. It's a car.
I am sure there are probably thousands of that car on the road. What's the OP going to do? Flip every time she sees one?
Oh, please. Give me a break.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Once again, what about the other cars like this one on the road?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Once again, what about the other cars like this one on the road?
There is a difference between a car passing by you on the road and having one pull into your driveway. But there are rarely that many same year, make, model and color of older cars around you at all times. But the biggest thing is that she probably does things with her friend and does not want to ride in it.
And trust me - there are people here who have been through more than you - dealt with more death, dealt with more issues. The fact that you were a wild child that got herself in trouble a lot doesn't make you so special as to know everything better than everyone else.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Having crap to deal with, and dealing with it and not making another carry your baggage is bad.
And I have brought a lot on myself. Tell me one time I didn't own it?
But there is a lot of crap that I didn't bring on myself. Still not making others carry it.
It seems being a victim is some lofty goal these days. Why?
And if just seeing her friends car brings on these feelings. It stands to reason that seeing any car of that make and model would do the exact same thing.
Look. My very first post on this thread was 3 little words.
And it quickly became a personal attack.
But I have answered questions and responded to each post.
Don't get the extreme angst over it all.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Yeah, your 3 little words said a lot about you. It conveyed a whole lot of nasty attitude with an extra serving of heartless. Dealing with crap you bring on yourself, or that is regular life crap is not remotely the same as having YOUR CHILD DIE.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.