That sounds incredibly lucky. Hopefully he’s okay.
As an aside, it always shocks me when people mention great-grandparents. Mine were all long gone before I could remember.
It’s lucky, but I think it’s really broken him mentally. He’s trying to take longer walks to get back to where he was after less than a week, he’s frustrated that he can’t cook as much yet, he’s trying hard to fight against it. I’m worried he’ll strain himself or hurt himself again. Let’s hope he’s able to take things down a bit. God, I’m so fucking scared.
Over at the AV Club After Dark I got (retrospectively deservedly) called out on some sexism in some jokey posts I put up. Rather than directly apologizing, I kind o whined about it in another thread, exacerbating the problem. I got called out on it rather harshly by a particular poster. I am kind of upset, I’m not going to lie. But if that’s what I’m upset about, I suppose I need to reevaluate my life. I just feel pretty crummy for what I did and for being called out in, somewhat harshly in a particular case. I’ll live, I know. It also ties into the morass of issues I have about my own sexuality, but that’s a whole other discussion.
I have had a few episodes with the compulsions returning too. It’s probably related to the spates of anxiety surrounding recent events, but I’m worried that whatever Walls I had built up there could start coming down. I should try to contact that other therapist again. I don’t know anymore, every time I even try to push back against this, I panic and retreat. I can’t hide from this forever. But every attempt I make to face it seems to end in retreat. I’ve insulated myself too long. I just don’t know what the fuck to do.