You Know You Have PTSD When...

[ladee]

@Anrish , I really get this one!
I can feel stark raving nuts and smile. I get afraid when some one causually asks "how are you" and am terrified I Will tell them .

 

[420kitty]

I love this!
You know you have PTSD when:

+You've thought about multiply ways to kill your attacker and hoemtomget away with it. :o! (surprise face)
+When at work taking a cry break is normal
+Normal people seem too boring but are very refreshing
+Saidstic and offensive humor is all you know
+You have heard thenphrase, "just get over it".

 

[Ronin]

When statistics is your friend.

Look it, in all the intersections, my life's supposed to be a bigger screw up than it is, & even more probably, I'm supposed to be dead.

I'm not dead. I'm not blown on a mine. I wasn't shot dead in cartel wars. I ain't on life support. I didn't drink myself to death. I'm not even homeless. Which means I'm good. Statistics, my love, my light.

 

[Anrish]

When you cannot eat or drink while others are around.

When you rather sleep less than having to stay over night at some strange place...

 

[Keming]

When a youtube presenter with talkie hands makes you shove backwards, and backwards, and backwards away from the threat until the couch has moved eight feet and there's scratches in the floor.
dammit.
the felt pads did nothing. nothing!

 

[One step at a time]

When...
There's a hoooole in my memory, dear Eliza, dear Eliza....
There's a hoooole in my memory, dear Eliza, a - whaddaya mean, that's not how the song goes???

 

[Anrish]

When people inviting you over for some wine and beer and chitchat makes you feel tense and scared and like running away...and you just cannot explain it to them...and you only want to hide even more in your room. :cry: How will I get through this...the social events increase every day...:bag::unsure:

 

[Lola Nocheprieta]

Statistics, my love, my light

O statistics, my love, my nemesis ... you tell me I'm good. I'm not dead in an alley. I'm not a prostitute. I don't have to barter sex for food or a place to sleep (anymore.) I'm not addicted to anything (but self-harm.) I'm not in an abusive relationship (anymore.) Hell, I'm not even trapped in a dead-end job.

Instead, I'm dancing as fast as I can and faking good. When do I get to have my nervous breakdown? When will someone see through this apparent competency?

 

[Deleted member 12723]

When you catch yourself worrying all of the time, and it is all things out of your control.:eek::oops:

 

[Ronin]

When do I get to have my nervous breakdown?

& When you are super skilled in moving breakdown time into every other time of the day :D

It just takes being alone. Otherwise? Feel no emotion. Show no feeling. Something about loyalty & Getting money. / Don't trust don't fear don't beg don't /care/. -- What do you mean, I'm not supposed to survive on mottos. Don't even tell me, there might go a different breakdown.

 

[Friday]

What do you mean, I'm not supposed to survive on mottos.

Blood needs to sing. Just does. Different times different things.

 

[Ronin]

Blood needs to sing.

The whole thing was a beauty as well and I caught it :tup:

Helps quite a lot. I'm coping with uncopable reality with old realities & legends. Because they're enough of a reminder those sons of bitches still have some oh, conventions, applying on their so called humanity they display so nicely.