The way this whole thing (that I’m just finding out about now) played out is a perfect illustration of the values that our church held to. I might write more later but now I’m upset. Somebody in my family should’ve asked if I was ok. Or at least when I got hospitalized for over a year with the sole diagnosis of C-PTSD, it would have been nice if they’d considered the possibility that I had actually been traumatized. Instead, they got offended and left me for dead and I haven’t heard from them since I was admitted to the hospital. Real nice.
