Me: I'm fine. (translation: you aren't worth the effort to be honest with.)
Me: Terrible.
You: No you're not.
(You think I'm kidding about this one. I'm not. The purest form of denial.)
Me: Terrible.
You: You can't say that!
(A slightly contaminated form of denial.)
Me: Terrible.
You: But you could *choose* to have a *great* day!!
(Toxic positivity. The worst comforters in the entire world. A rather weird [desperate?] form of denial.)
Me: Terrible.
You: Oh, dear. (And then launches into a half-hour treatise of *their* troubles.)
(An interesting form of denial, *pretending* to be about sympathy, but really ensuring that there is no space/time for me to outline the realities of my life.)
Me: Terrible.
You: [Run away!]
(Yes, I'm well aware that death, grief, pain, and depression are taboo subjects in our society. I've known about the "death" prohibition since my sister died, when I was a teenager. But I have been surprised, recently, by just how strong this aversion is ...)
Me: Terrible.
You: I know *exactly* how you feel! I've felt like that when ... (and then considerable detail proving that, no, you really don't have much of an idea of how I feel at all ...)
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