lostforgottensoul
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So, few weeks ago, I came home to a car parked directly in front of my door, sideways. I had it towed, as I was personally told to do by someone in the office. But they have cycled full new staff since I was told that. Anyway, I didn't have it towed until the next morning but it freaked me out.
My apartment complex has labeled parking spots, one per apartment, and some unlabled spots for addtl tenants (where my dad parks) and guests. EVERYONE is to adhere to that and the policy states what is a 24 hr notice and what is an immediate tow. Parking sideways in front of someone's door is an immediate tow.
Last night was a 2nd time someone parked directly in front of my door. As asked in the 2nd email sent to us, I called whom was our security. They apparently aren't anymore and advised me to call towing. I didn't. I went outside and took pictures and was going to wait to see if it stayed there for an extended period of time as I also park there to bring in groceries and stuff but move it directly after. I think I am a pretty tolerant person but someone parking directly in front of my door, sideways, have to walk around it to get in, freaks me out. I didn't know it was the neighbor upstairs and who cares anyway? Why must I (now for the 2nd time as it was also that apartment the 1st time, just a different car) go up a flight of stairs, which is hard for me to do, to ask if its her car and ask her to move it. Or why must I ignore EVERYTHING?
Someone saw me taking pictures and called her on her cell to tell her (I was inside by this time) she went out to go move it but was yelling. My dad, who is 75 yrs old and thinks he is bullet proof and is the most nosey person I have ever seen, went out the back and they were talking but I could hear every word she was saying with the doors closed from inside as did Chopper, so I thought she was yelling at him. My step mom opened the front door though I asked her not to (I was trying my damnest to stop a confrontation) and since it sounded to me like she was screaming at my dad about me, I went out to basically end it. I said "ma'am..." she stopped me there and got directly in my face and her spit was splattering in my face, screaming inches from my face saying "there's no 'ma'am" (whatever that means). End of story there. I was trying to nicely ask her to adhere to the parking policy when she got inches from my face, literally spit hitting my face, my rage/anxiety explotion kicked in. I have zero control over this when it happens. It got so heated that my dad got between us (apparently my dad & step mom are "friends" with her...though they swear to not know her name) and she went to go hit me and scratched my face.
Anyway, my dad basically pushed me back inside and while I walking in she said "I'll f*ck you up bitch".
Afterwards my dad & step mom screamed at me. I tried to tell them that it freaked me out and why it did so and PTSD paranoia was the best thing I could think of as to why it freaked me out. But I was "in the wrong" and each time I tried to tell them of my symtpoms they would say "pffft, oh yeah right" and sarcastic "sure" and "oh ok"..like they didn't believe me. It was a big scream at me, lecture me fest where they stated that I belonged in a mental institution, I was cruel and mean spirited, and basically that I was a piece of shit human being.
They screamed at me for about an hour. Also stating that everyone hates me because I am so cruel and mean. "No wonder you have no friends and everyone, including the family, hates you!" "Why are you so mental?"
I jumped to being VERY suicidal and MADE THEM AWARE that was were my head went and STILL they went on and on. Later my dad got out of bed to "sit with me" when I made him aware of where my head was and what I was about to do and instead of sitting with me and comforting me or just shutting his f*cking mouth, he went on to tell me that I should take my entire trauma and "give it to god". Then when I told him that I wanted to take a baseball bat and pound "god's" head in, he asked "what did god do to you?" When I said "why am I still on this planet when all I do is make everyone miserable and hate me?" He said "well 'god' made you so there has to be a reason" and stopped there. Apparently him loving me isn't a reason to not die.
I understand that I over reacted but isn't that what PTSD is? An over reation to today's reality based on your trauma?
Oh, also they said that if i couldn't "get over" my past in 8 years of therapy then I should be in a mental instituation because I "should be over it by now."
Am I just an asshole? Should I be committed? I mean 8 yrs is a long time. Shouldn't I be better by now?
I'm so f*cking confused. I don't know up from down and feel like I am in water where an under toe took me which makes you confused of which way is up. That's how I feel. Under water spinning around not being able to find air.
Was I wrong? Should I be comitted? Should I be "over it" by now?
Last night, I made myself high by accident. I was just trying to bring down my anxiety and make myself very sleepy so I'd go to sleep and not do something stupid like jump in front of a train or cut really badly. It worked, i fell asleep. Today, I am just as confused and just as suicidal. I am looking for ANY reason to stay alive and I am failing to find one.
I'm sorry that I'm making this a thread. It should be a diary entry. I guess I just need more replies but I'm sorry if I am bothering everyone. My head is in such a bad place right now. I don't know what to do or where to go. My therapist is tomorrow but I don't know if I can make it that far.
My apartment complex has labeled parking spots, one per apartment, and some unlabled spots for addtl tenants (where my dad parks) and guests. EVERYONE is to adhere to that and the policy states what is a 24 hr notice and what is an immediate tow. Parking sideways in front of someone's door is an immediate tow.
Last night was a 2nd time someone parked directly in front of my door. As asked in the 2nd email sent to us, I called whom was our security. They apparently aren't anymore and advised me to call towing. I didn't. I went outside and took pictures and was going to wait to see if it stayed there for an extended period of time as I also park there to bring in groceries and stuff but move it directly after. I think I am a pretty tolerant person but someone parking directly in front of my door, sideways, have to walk around it to get in, freaks me out. I didn't know it was the neighbor upstairs and who cares anyway? Why must I (now for the 2nd time as it was also that apartment the 1st time, just a different car) go up a flight of stairs, which is hard for me to do, to ask if its her car and ask her to move it. Or why must I ignore EVERYTHING?
Someone saw me taking pictures and called her on her cell to tell her (I was inside by this time) she went out to go move it but was yelling. My dad, who is 75 yrs old and thinks he is bullet proof and is the most nosey person I have ever seen, went out the back and they were talking but I could hear every word she was saying with the doors closed from inside as did Chopper, so I thought she was yelling at him. My step mom opened the front door though I asked her not to (I was trying my damnest to stop a confrontation) and since it sounded to me like she was screaming at my dad about me, I went out to basically end it. I said "ma'am..." she stopped me there and got directly in my face and her spit was splattering in my face, screaming inches from my face saying "there's no 'ma'am" (whatever that means). End of story there. I was trying to nicely ask her to adhere to the parking policy when she got inches from my face, literally spit hitting my face, my rage/anxiety explotion kicked in. I have zero control over this when it happens. It got so heated that my dad got between us (apparently my dad & step mom are "friends" with her...though they swear to not know her name) and she went to go hit me and scratched my face.
Anyway, my dad basically pushed me back inside and while I walking in she said "I'll f*ck you up bitch".
Afterwards my dad & step mom screamed at me. I tried to tell them that it freaked me out and why it did so and PTSD paranoia was the best thing I could think of as to why it freaked me out. But I was "in the wrong" and each time I tried to tell them of my symtpoms they would say "pffft, oh yeah right" and sarcastic "sure" and "oh ok"..like they didn't believe me. It was a big scream at me, lecture me fest where they stated that I belonged in a mental institution, I was cruel and mean spirited, and basically that I was a piece of shit human being.
They screamed at me for about an hour. Also stating that everyone hates me because I am so cruel and mean. "No wonder you have no friends and everyone, including the family, hates you!" "Why are you so mental?"
I jumped to being VERY suicidal and MADE THEM AWARE that was were my head went and STILL they went on and on. Later my dad got out of bed to "sit with me" when I made him aware of where my head was and what I was about to do and instead of sitting with me and comforting me or just shutting his f*cking mouth, he went on to tell me that I should take my entire trauma and "give it to god". Then when I told him that I wanted to take a baseball bat and pound "god's" head in, he asked "what did god do to you?" When I said "why am I still on this planet when all I do is make everyone miserable and hate me?" He said "well 'god' made you so there has to be a reason" and stopped there. Apparently him loving me isn't a reason to not die.
I understand that I over reacted but isn't that what PTSD is? An over reation to today's reality based on your trauma?
Oh, also they said that if i couldn't "get over" my past in 8 years of therapy then I should be in a mental instituation because I "should be over it by now."
Am I just an asshole? Should I be committed? I mean 8 yrs is a long time. Shouldn't I be better by now?
I'm so f*cking confused. I don't know up from down and feel like I am in water where an under toe took me which makes you confused of which way is up. That's how I feel. Under water spinning around not being able to find air.
Was I wrong? Should I be comitted? Should I be "over it" by now?
Last night, I made myself high by accident. I was just trying to bring down my anxiety and make myself very sleepy so I'd go to sleep and not do something stupid like jump in front of a train or cut really badly. It worked, i fell asleep. Today, I am just as confused and just as suicidal. I am looking for ANY reason to stay alive and I am failing to find one.
I'm sorry that I'm making this a thread. It should be a diary entry. I guess I just need more replies but I'm sorry if I am bothering everyone. My head is in such a bad place right now. I don't know what to do or where to go. My therapist is tomorrow but I don't know if I can make it that far.
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