Sometimes, I wonder that if 9/11 didn't happen, would I have ended up with PTSD. I've always had anxiety an...
hodge: I get this entirely. I had PTSD basically all through my teens, not really treated in any way, but I was 21 and Sept. 11th was the start of my senior year of college.
I struggled with PTSD, I had a cruddy unhelpful therapist and a psychiatrist who threw benzos and ambien my way.... but I managed. I got it together just enough... and I wonder if I could have continued writing, teaching, grad school, if it was just the the trauma of CSA without this second trauma.
I always got into my head when I was trying to write papers, or any other bit of pressure, my first three years of college...and I wonder, could I have stood up to the stress if it was "only" the trauma of CSA and that september 11th hadn't happened. Maybe I could have limped along.
I had a 2 year gap... I limped through my senior year, then I slacked off at a couple of jobs - one I did so well they asked me to do MORE which led me to quit. I know, I know. But that's one little clue that didn't make sense to me - or my parents - at the time, but now I realize it was the pressure building in me. Grad school was too difficult - I didn't adjust well from my undergrad days when I did a lot of my own research but didn't spend much time on coursework. I was working as a freelance writer and that takes a lot of initiative to get something published.
It is all a moot point. I wonder, sometimes -well NYU had been a college choice for me. What if I'd been entering my senior year THERE in lower Manhattan? It could have been worse for me to be there...but it could have been better...because I got this notion in my head that I was supposed to literally "be there" for my city. And yeah, my city. More than one person has told me I have survivor's guilt for the *city*, that I left New York behind in shambles.
I can't tell you how I love new york and always have and it's gone, the city died. Call me crazy.... but that's what goes through my mind.
I'm sorry about all these long posts and turning to my own stories...these are things I have never told anyone other than my therapist, and that was a long time ago, too. Thank you, hodge, and everyone contributing to these threads, for providing this place, where I am feeling safe to post this mess that is always going through my mind. My real intention, hodge, was simply to empathize with you and the great big "what if's".
but now that I've written all this.. I don't want to just delete it.