Quite a thought Catherine........
On a good day, I can grasp that. I can empathize and not compare...understand and not judge either the other or myself......

on most days lately, it seems that my life was a picnic in the park with sunshine and a "good" family......
others are so sad and share such horrific parts of their lives. Such awful things were done to them that i can only imagine.......

I have talked to T about this. She then gives a "reader's digest condensed version" of what she has been told over the last few yrs and says "it was NOT a picnic."

I feel sometimes I want to "play the compare my stuff to your stuff game" and then go silent because i don't want to get into that.

Sometimes i desperately want to tell my story and unburden my soul to those who WILL empathize and not compare and not judge and not play the "game"----and then i project my own fears of not being accepted or they will think that my stuff isn't bad and not even worth the space in this place......

Perhaps part of my recovery plan is to accept what has happened to me as painful and horrible and be ok with other ppls stories and not feel i am not as "damaged" as I feel i am and because of that worth the space i take up on this earth.

sorry, tough T session today and so in need of a shoulder and a good long cry......bad stuff did happen to the little/young/teen-----and grief is the hardest thing to work thru right now...........
Very sorry for the long post........don't even know if i responded right....