for work, i drive people to and from Doctor appts. there was this woman who freaks out and gets nasty if she is in a group ride, which is more than 1 destination and/or pick up. everyone dreaded taking her and she always complains to the parent company that we work for. after some contemplation, i realized it could be ptsd.
so one day i am picking someone up from her building, but i couldn't remember her name...
so this woman comes out and gets in the car. i turn to her and said, "i have to pick up someone else." she simply replied, "OK"
i breathe a huge sigh of relief. and then...in a momentary lapse of reason, i say, "Thank God. there's this woman who lives here that freaks out every-time she is in a group ride."
...
"Oh, that's me!' she says...
:hiding::hiding::hiding:
i recovered quick though...
"ptsd?" i asked. she said yes. i told her i was picking up a guy and asked her if she wanted to sit up front, she did. when i picked up the guy, she opened her window. [i now know that this is a sign. women don't generally say that they've been raped and have ptsd.] the guy in back said it was getting kind of cold, but i let her keep the window open.
talk about foot in mouth disease though...
:wa: