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Thanks for the encouraging words!
I have been trying to avoid what gave me PTSD, despite being able to remember it vividly. I was like other kids who were 17. Very social, I loved meeting new people and was always up for anything new. There was this guy who also went to my school and we worked at the same place. I was very close friends with him. He had asked me out a few times, but I always told him I prefered to be friends. Well, there was a misunderstanding in what I said. Instead of giving me space he only became even more suffocating in his actions toward me. Because I was friends with him I never thought anything of it, let alone it escalating to the extent that it did.
One day we were at work one evening and upon leaving he approached me again asking why i had repeatedly turned him down. Well the conversation became heated and next thing i know he hits me in the face. He pushed me to the ground and got on top of me, continuing to punch me in the face. I don't remember anything after that having blacked out. When I woke up I was still in the parking lot so I called my parents. As soon as my parents came I told them I wanted to call the police and go the hospital. My mother said no, explaining that she didn't want word of this getting out and embarrasing her. But, my dad wanted me to press charges. To this day I regret that I never pressed charges against the guy. After the bad run-in I stayed home for a week for the bruises on my head to go down. When I did go back to school, it was sheer torture. I had to see the guy everyday, and the looks he would give me the hallway-just ate away at me. Looking back on it I should have quit my job, but I really needed the money. This was a stupid decision on my part. I thought I could avoid him at work, but our employers, unknowing about the incident, would pair us together to complete assignments. Things continued like this for a year, and within that year I noticed I had changed. I had turned into an extremely hateful, intimidatingly angry person. I had so many friends and somehow managed to cut each one of them off, one by one. By the time I graduated I was a nervous emotional wreck with no friends and no one to talk to. My mother blaming for the incident further confused me and complicated things. As I got older I began to sort things out on my own and realized I should get help. When I entered college, I continued with my hateful ways. People would constantly ask me what are you so angry about, and why are you so hateful towards people. Gladly to say I have managed to calm down in realising what was causing me to be so angry, and I have to admit things have gotten better, but are still pretty bad.