Hi Everyone,
In my last therapy session, (I have been twice) I was asked to keep a diary of the all the flashbacks I have had. I came away and experienced los of flashbacks and it made me feel really upset to think about writing them all down. All week, I have been avoiding making a note of them when they occur, but have wrote some of them down. Maybe I need to talk to the therapist about this.
PTSD is so tiring, I feel like crying. I had a bad day at work and someone was really rude to me on the phone. A customer at work today said I knew nothing about life and couldn't do because I sounded young.
Sometimes I feel like writing things here, and then I go to type and I just cannot write. Sometmes I feel younger than and am, and sometimes I feel older. I feel like I have shut down a lot of my emotions, and I feel I don't respond in 'normal' ways to things. I tend to tolerate a lot of things that others would get really angry about.
I experienced sexual abuse as a child in my family home, which has never been acknowledged by my parents. I haven't seen the person who done it for seven years, and it is not spoken about by my parents, who I believe still see him.
I feel upset today. I feel 'abnormal' and have always isolated myself from others. For example, at work, I try to do my job well and I talk to my colleagues about the work we do, but I am very quiet and other people have said things about it. Sometimes, I wish that I didn't have to talk at all and I could go somewhere where I would never have to communicate with people. I avoid getting close to people at work, and am terrified of for example, going to lunch with a colleague, because I feel like they can already see through me and I hate answering questions about myself.
If people ask about my family at work, it makes me feel ill, even if I overhear someone talking about their family, I come out in rashes around my neck and feel I am dying. Just talking, makes me come out in rashes, and I am certain that my colleagues notice, and I have barely said the odd word in many many team meetings. I am sorry to go on, got to sign off now as have got really upset.
My thoughts are with you all,
Take Care,
Lucky Pink.
In my last therapy session, (I have been twice) I was asked to keep a diary of the all the flashbacks I have had. I came away and experienced los of flashbacks and it made me feel really upset to think about writing them all down. All week, I have been avoiding making a note of them when they occur, but have wrote some of them down. Maybe I need to talk to the therapist about this.
PTSD is so tiring, I feel like crying. I had a bad day at work and someone was really rude to me on the phone. A customer at work today said I knew nothing about life and couldn't do because I sounded young.
Sometimes I feel like writing things here, and then I go to type and I just cannot write. Sometmes I feel younger than and am, and sometimes I feel older. I feel like I have shut down a lot of my emotions, and I feel I don't respond in 'normal' ways to things. I tend to tolerate a lot of things that others would get really angry about.
I experienced sexual abuse as a child in my family home, which has never been acknowledged by my parents. I haven't seen the person who done it for seven years, and it is not spoken about by my parents, who I believe still see him.
I feel upset today. I feel 'abnormal' and have always isolated myself from others. For example, at work, I try to do my job well and I talk to my colleagues about the work we do, but I am very quiet and other people have said things about it. Sometimes, I wish that I didn't have to talk at all and I could go somewhere where I would never have to communicate with people. I avoid getting close to people at work, and am terrified of for example, going to lunch with a colleague, because I feel like they can already see through me and I hate answering questions about myself.
If people ask about my family at work, it makes me feel ill, even if I overhear someone talking about their family, I come out in rashes around my neck and feel I am dying. Just talking, makes me come out in rashes, and I am certain that my colleagues notice, and I have barely said the odd word in many many team meetings. I am sorry to go on, got to sign off now as have got really upset.
My thoughts are with you all,
Take Care,
Lucky Pink.