I addressed this in some other thread the other night.

I see my counselor weekly. It does concern me if I am too dependent on him to live a normal life. But mostly I think I do lead a 'normal' life as best I can.

I really am alone in this world except for my therapist and best friend who this year retired and has become a vagabond (around about 1 week a month). Bev and my therapist are the only people in the world that can listen to my past and present, and recognize the struggles I have living.

I have family and an adult daughter (adult? 22). None of which bother to relate to me and my PTSD. Their token line is "just get over it" not recognizing it's impact on most of my days and nights.

Ultimately, I shrug my shoulders and think what the heck it's keeping me centered and out of the hospital. They often respond to the reactions of my family and keep it in perspective - highlighting the inappropriate responses and helping me to discard their hurtful remarks.