I’m an intense person. Always have been. Which isn’t to say I’m an argumentative person in real life. I’m known for being diplomatic, open-minded and willing to talk to people about virtually anything. When I’m confronted with an opinion that triggers my rage button, my response is to shut down and say nothing. It’s better than putting something unconstructive out there. So people often believe I’m unflappable when really I’m just very good at controlling my anger.
For example, I was recently at a family event in which one of my in-laws trotted out a video she’d taken at the rally of a prominent politician and started raving about how she’d brought her 12 year old grandson to said rally because said politician was such a terrific role model for children. She just went on and on showing this video to everyone and talking about it for at least a good twenty minutes. From my perspective, she was praising a man who makes me nauseated just to think about. What I wanted to do was flip the goddamn table. Instead, I sat there and ate my steak, and said absolutely nothing, though at a certain point I turned to my husband and remarked, “This is damned good filet!” The filet was worth having to listen to her blather, honestly. If she had tried to engage me on the subject, I’m not sure what I’d say, but it wouldn’t be careless.
This actually plays out on the internet, too. I can appear very calm and reasonable in my posts while freaking the fuck out internally. (On certain subjects close to my heart, keeping up this moderate tone qualifies as emotional labor, and I have stopped doing it by choosing not to engage.)
I feel everything intensely. Love? Jesus. Love is all I think about. It’s how we make it through. I am high as a kite right now because my kid counted to ten today.
Or we have to step away for three years, in my case. This is one of the things PTSD can do to you, it can make internet arguments feel like a matter of your personal, immediate safety rather than just someone’s opinion, man. That’s why I fucking hate when people joke about others being “triggered” - a word they are co-opting from the clinical language of people who suffer from PTSD. The last time I was “triggered” on the Straight Dope, I argued with a guy here for 19 hours straight, at the expense of sleep and food, and missed work the next day. I doubt he was paying much attention to the argument, while I spent hours in a sleep-deprived stupor crafting each individual post - because my physical safety felt dependent on changing his mind. That mishap was a major factor in my decision to leave here and get better help. PTSD is not a fucking joke, and neither is being triggered. (Now when I’m getting tangled up on the internet, my husband says, “quit arguing with your mother” because that’s usually what gets me hooked, some combination of willful ignorance and lack of empathy that recreates my mama drama.)
I think a lot of people who freak out easily or easily have their buttons pushed refuse to acknowledge that they are responsible for addressing their trauma or associated psychological issues, and instead demand that the world adapt around them. I think that is ultimately to their detriment. That guy I argued with for 19 hours was probably wrong about whatever thing he said, but he is not responsible for my PTSD. It was my own stupid ass who didn’t go to sleep. The problem is people are going around misidentifying traumatic triggers for traumatic causes. “I can’t deal with the trauma of Doper’s opinion about X” is a stupid thing to say, but I’ve essentially heard that argument, when a much more adaptive thing to say would be, “Doper’s opinion about X triggers experience Y so I better go address Y.” I believe that a lot of our current cultural problems stem from a refusal of people to take responsibility for their own mental health. I feel very, ah, intensely about this.
I’m much less bothered now than I used to be. I leaned into the hard-left identity politics thing for a while, but it didn’t serve me well, and it certainly didn’t help anyone suffering under an oppressive system. So I’m lightening up.
The truth is that, even if they don’t have full-blown PTSD, people are more prone to intensity about issues when they have an identity tie to that issue, and the opinion threatens their identity. This happens very easily, and journalists take advantage of it all the time.