Recognizing limits

I've reached (finally) the "moment", if you could call it that, of recognition in my latest ptsd relapse. It wasn't easy, but it is a twisted mess of relief, continued stress, and struggle.

During the spring, I taught three classes at my daughter's homeschool supplement program. I can teach, I discovered. I can't cope with the extra stress, even if I wanted to. In other words, I found my limit.

That limit feels like failure to my perfectionist brain. It's not failure, it's just the limit of my ptsd-damaged brain.

I am beginning to understand how and why long-term ptsd is often considered to be a permanent disability. I've never been on "disability" (ssi) and I am not sure that it would be worth it to try or that it would even be considered. I've been an unemployed stay-at-home mom for the last 8 years.

It's limits, not failure....

Oh I like the way you've thought of this! It's wonderful you've seen it as a limit and NOT a failure.(thumbs up to you!)--I also have a strong perfectionistic drive

OK, I'm going to try that frame of thought on a few things-- thank you for sharing --and-- Way to go!

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mandy

Thats wonderful. I'm finding mine too, and starting to feel okay with it wierdly.. Like this is me, and its okay. ITs so strange to even have that outlook!

Thank you so much for your post.... it makes me feel good that others see it as limits.

I am gradually after all these years saying NO to failure.. and Yes to limits..

It has been only in the past few weeks... my best friend has always "made" (note no me can make you) feel like a failure.

It is really I have different limits than she does. I have had a whole different set of experiences than she has had.

People.. I believe I am arriving at Acceptance.. wow..