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@Sunny First I wasn't whining. Perhaps you'd like to wear a mandatory N95 mask for 8-16 hours required at work. It's not fun but I do it as it's required and helps keep me safe. I'm grateful to be an essential worker though my job is really starting to kill me.
Second, you have no idea who you are talking to. My mentally ill mother was a 1/2 Jewish survivor of Nazi Germany who also "survived" (actually she survived nothing) the bombings of Dresden. (If not familiar with this bombing, please do a YouTube search. I have) She was never in a camp. I endured her rages as a child as she screamed at me her trauma. Yes, she had severe trauma but IMO she lost her trauma card when she abused her children. BTW my bio-dad was also a prisoner of war of the Japanese. I wasn't sure if I remembered that right, so I did a google search of his name. I was born with a rather unusual last name which was changed to my enabler stepfather's name when I was 7. He has turned up on every POW site for that era I looked at with one of the longest incarcerations one site stated. My brother, 11 years older, told me once "they were a volatile pairing" Ya think!
My mother's behavior went off the rails when she married my enabler stepfather. She would have never got by with her behavior with my biodad. But I think she tested my stepfather, he took all her abuse and within probably 6 months, she was a raging maniac. I was 7. No problem. I could handle it. Right?
My mother could be a good mother, but her rages were insane. And as an undiagnosed borderline personality disorder (don't anyone say I can't diagnose that woman, I was intimately familiar with her behavior) all her rages were forgotten and never happened once over. This appears to be a trait of this disorder. What a brain. While I remember. Also, a therapist told me my mother was likely a borderline.
And yes, I get mad. My mother had two husbands. One who got her to the U.S.. One who took all her abuse, had a good job and she lived a comfortable retirement. Not lavish at all but money was OK. I'm nearing retirement. Alone, never married, tell myself I'm a POS every day, rewired brain from the abuse and I worry a lot.
I wear a mask because I have to. If I get sick who will take care of me. No one. My stepfather was 7 years younger than my mother. He took care of her to almost 90 and took all her abuse, including physical to the end. She was in good health until her last year and was only in a nursing home the last 3 weeks where she died.
So I will wear this mask because I have to. I'm the only one I got. If I die, my cats will be put to sleep. No one can take care of me while many here had the privilege of not being raised with abuse and were able to marry and have family. My mother isolated me terribly as a child and I now realize how diabolical that was. And it's another borderline trait. So I'm alone and I realize I will have to wear this mask to stay as safe as I can. It's not a whine, it's a reality. So your post can bleep off.
So you want to talk about war. I had the affects of war raged at me from the age of 7. I knew the horrors of humanity at much too young an age. I remember how my mother flipped out when the Gulf War started. I can only imagine her now.