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I was formally diagnosed with PTSD (of the complex variety) around 1 year ago. I went out of my way to find myself a trauma-informed therapist after many years of taking whatever help I could find. Makes all the difference in the world.
I am 29 years old, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I take one step forward, only to take two steps back.
Being in therapy seems to make everything so much worse, but it is what it is. You have to go through it to overcome it. No way out.
When I read about complex ptsd, I feel connected to this larger world of trauma and abuse survivors, yet still totally alone. In one part of my brain, I know the diagnosis is right. In another part of my brain I will deny to the end of time that what I experienced was abuse. In fact, if you catch me in the right moment I will argue that I was just born wrong, biologically, pathologically ill, too weak, NOT resilient etc...
It's a really weird place for the 'professional' me to be, stuck between acceptance and denial. I'm supposed to think clearly. I'm supposed to have the answers. Most of the time, I do...as long as those answers concern other people who are not me. I have often thought that 'hypocrite' was the perfect adjective to describe my general life dysfunction. I know the answer... but I don't know the answer. The head doesn't communicate with the heart anymore.
I'm a good example of a 'try-hard'. I work with children in the foster care system as a guardian ad litem. I also run a detective agency which specializes in finding missing persons. I also work full time for a non-profit organization, providing counseling and direct support to individuals who experience disabilities. I also volunteer for my communities public health organization as a trainer on Adverse Childhood Experiences & Resiliency. I also spoke at, I also volunteered for, I also over-extended myself to blah blah blah...
I keep myself busy so that I don't have to remember. When you work 6am to midnight every day, there's not a lot of room to think, or sleep.
So basically I'm the worse kind of patient, a professional with unfinished business. I know enough to thwart my own efforts to heal. My defense mechanisms are ample and active. I need peers to keep me stay on point and keep me honest. So, here I am.
I am 29 years old, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I take one step forward, only to take two steps back.
Being in therapy seems to make everything so much worse, but it is what it is. You have to go through it to overcome it. No way out.
When I read about complex ptsd, I feel connected to this larger world of trauma and abuse survivors, yet still totally alone. In one part of my brain, I know the diagnosis is right. In another part of my brain I will deny to the end of time that what I experienced was abuse. In fact, if you catch me in the right moment I will argue that I was just born wrong, biologically, pathologically ill, too weak, NOT resilient etc...
It's a really weird place for the 'professional' me to be, stuck between acceptance and denial. I'm supposed to think clearly. I'm supposed to have the answers. Most of the time, I do...as long as those answers concern other people who are not me. I have often thought that 'hypocrite' was the perfect adjective to describe my general life dysfunction. I know the answer... but I don't know the answer. The head doesn't communicate with the heart anymore.
I'm a good example of a 'try-hard'. I work with children in the foster care system as a guardian ad litem. I also run a detective agency which specializes in finding missing persons. I also work full time for a non-profit organization, providing counseling and direct support to individuals who experience disabilities. I also volunteer for my communities public health organization as a trainer on Adverse Childhood Experiences & Resiliency. I also spoke at, I also volunteered for, I also over-extended myself to blah blah blah...
I keep myself busy so that I don't have to remember. When you work 6am to midnight every day, there's not a lot of room to think, or sleep.
So basically I'm the worse kind of patient, a professional with unfinished business. I know enough to thwart my own efforts to heal. My defense mechanisms are ample and active. I need peers to keep me stay on point and keep me honest. So, here I am.