peacelovemusic
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I don't know anyone IRL with PTSD. (I probably do, but not well enough to disclose) so I don't know if this is common.
I have a CONSTANT embarrassment/self conscious thing going on. Like, fricken constantly. Even my nightmares revolve around this. It is hard to function in a world where everything makes you feel ashamed. Like if I am taking a split second too long in ordering at a restaurant, or if I feel I am in the way somewhere. Or if I realize I am walking in the wrong direction and need to turn around, that kind of thing. I am hypervigilant about making sure I am not in anyone's way or doing something to make myself look stupid. I have these nightmares where I am at school, and I am an adult but all the kids from school are still kids, and they are mocking me because I am lost or confused, and I can't make my voice loud enough to shout at them and tell them I am an adult now.
This is just absolutely crippling to me. The idea of being in the wrong place or doing the wrong thing is so difficult. This *does* stem from my trauma, but that was just a little piece of my trauma. For some reason my brain just really wants to hold onto that little part. I wish my brain would knock that sh*t off sometimes.
I have a CONSTANT embarrassment/self conscious thing going on. Like, fricken constantly. Even my nightmares revolve around this. It is hard to function in a world where everything makes you feel ashamed. Like if I am taking a split second too long in ordering at a restaurant, or if I feel I am in the way somewhere. Or if I realize I am walking in the wrong direction and need to turn around, that kind of thing. I am hypervigilant about making sure I am not in anyone's way or doing something to make myself look stupid. I have these nightmares where I am at school, and I am an adult but all the kids from school are still kids, and they are mocking me because I am lost or confused, and I can't make my voice loud enough to shout at them and tell them I am an adult now.
This is just absolutely crippling to me. The idea of being in the wrong place or doing the wrong thing is so difficult. This *does* stem from my trauma, but that was just a little piece of my trauma. For some reason my brain just really wants to hold onto that little part. I wish my brain would knock that sh*t off sometimes.