The thing about Fantasy was that there was a time when most of the really emotionally mature Fantasy was being written with the YA label, and the Adult Fantasy publishers were giving us things like Robert Jordan, all adolescent male fantasy (small f). Now that YA is becoming popular, it's mostly adolescent female fantasy, and I'm left picking through, desperately seeking the good stuff.
God, the Doofus Dad. My dad's an absentminded professor type, and can't cook, and there was a lot of "what do you expect from a man?" jokes. What?
I hope to God you're right about what the VA person meant, because otherwise, I can't deal with the stupid. And it is true that while I was being stalked, I didn't recognize my symptoms as PTSD because I was too busy using them. Hypervigilance was necessary, not maladaptive, and while I was in survival mode, I was too terrified to realize how traumatized I was. So in a place like the Congo, PTSD would be serving its original evolutionary purpose. Which is, um, horrifying on an entirely different level, I suppose.
It gets even more ridiculous when people start victim-blaming for inherited illnesses. Obviously my genetic disease wasn't real and I was just sick because my parents were bad, or because I was a bad kid or something. Yeah, I don't even know. The Just World fallacy is really pernicious.
There's a reason why therapists who treat depression have staggeringly high rates of suicide, and I don't think there really is anything much more traumatic than watching somebody close to you hurt and almost die over and over again and being unable to do anything about it. And I say that as the person who was almost dying on a regular basis. *shakes head* Caregiving is also tremendously devalued in many societies, so how dare we allege that it is grueling and potentially as traumatizing as war? And then there's more victim blaming. "If you really loved your parent/spouse/child/whatever it wouldn't be a burden" bullshit.
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Date: 2013-02-15 04:16 pm (UTC)God, the Doofus Dad. My dad's an absentminded professor type, and can't cook, and there was a lot of "what do you expect from a man?" jokes. What?
I hope to God you're right about what the VA person meant, because otherwise, I can't deal with the stupid. And it is true that while I was being stalked, I didn't recognize my symptoms as PTSD because I was too busy using them. Hypervigilance was necessary, not maladaptive, and while I was in survival mode, I was too terrified to realize how traumatized I was. So in a place like the Congo, PTSD would be serving its original evolutionary purpose. Which is, um, horrifying on an entirely different level, I suppose.
It gets even more ridiculous when people start victim-blaming for inherited illnesses. Obviously my genetic disease wasn't real and I was just sick because my parents were bad, or because I was a bad kid or something. Yeah, I don't even know. The Just World fallacy is really pernicious.
There's a reason why therapists who treat depression have staggeringly high rates of suicide, and I don't think there really is anything much more traumatic than watching somebody close to you hurt and almost die over and over again and being unable to do anything about it. And I say that as the person who was almost dying on a regular basis. *shakes head* Caregiving is also tremendously devalued in many societies, so how dare we allege that it is grueling and potentially as traumatizing as war? And then there's more victim blaming. "If you really loved your parent/spouse/child/whatever it wouldn't be a burden" bullshit.