I thought three things:
1. This is terrible, poor guy.
2. This is terrible, I remember being that guy. I remember it viscerally. I wonder if this meets the criteria for PTSD?
3. This isn’t all that bad, really.
And then I felt like a horrible person.
I know it was terrible for him and I’m sure we didn’t see years of stuff. I know it’s awful. I’m glad he’s getting the support he needs and deserves from all kinds of folk.
But I can’t shake the idea that if that was the culmination… I know tons of folks that have stories that bad and worse. Myself and my partner included. And there was no national outpouring of support, no outrage… There was a whole lot of nothing is what there was…. I wish we had all had video cameras.
Anyone else having this jumble of emotions?