Why is it that my children, who want for absolutely nothing…who have family, friends and beautiful things ….. who live in a safe neighborhood, have a safe school to attend, and again never have to fear for their lives… need to see a therapist 8 times a week because I didn’t give them the exact same amount of attention as I did their siblings- but kids who have nothing and see doom and gloom around them at all times- are as happy as a clam?

Please explain how my kid has PTSD from having her great-grandfather live with us until his end- surrounded by nurses and family … but Joe Shmoe who saw his brother get shot and father go to jail is still able o enjoy splashing around a fire hydrant that’s activated?