I totally get that. I am so used to second guessing myself .
It's actually.more second questioning myself, to be more accurate. I have to go back over facts and remind myself or else I'm having trouble believing my own reality.
I also have gotten a lot of "you're crazy" from those same people, especially my kid's dad, so I've been conditioned to completely distrust my sense of reality.
My parents also just plain ignore and avoid and deny and dissociate and minimize and kind of dehumanize me, so I'm having time out from them in my life, right now.
I think they are both very far out there and it kind of sends me to off the planet just having to deal with them.
I don't even know how I got so darned screwy but there's never been a time I felt truly connected and safe. But I am working on it with my man, who I utterly adore and he adores me. He has a brain injury though, from having his head bashed in and multiple other horrid traumas of his own, that he's lived through. So it's a matter of much peer support and being each other's carer, as well.
But just for clarity's sake, i will say that I do remember, some of it.
For instance I remember having a gun held at me at three, my mum being a screaming, abusive, violent mother (or just very frightening, emotionally, consistantly), numerous boyfriends of hers being violent, being left with abusive people, or just left in terror in cars or separate buildings at night, having reoccurring, incredibly vivid nightmares and being yelled at to go away from a shut door in another building from where I had to sleep, when I tried to get comfort (that was all when i was under 5). Being held down by my stepfather and threatened with a hack saw while he beat me (9),( i had tried to defend my mother). Having a guy hold me down and nearly strangle me (16) (he had drugged me with daytura and had sex with me prior to that, the strangling was when I started losing it after days of the drugging and f*cking/drugged-raping).
Lots of other horrible stuff, but lots I don't remember or will go into later, somewhere else. I just wanted to clarify that it's not all hazy or not remembered.
Sorry if this was an.inappropriate thread to make these admissions. I just wanted to clarify that I'm not a completely vague PTSD mess, I'm a somewhat sometimes lucid PTSD mess.:-)
I think it's that protective mechanism that people have mentioned above, that keeps us (or at least me, bcuz I can only really speak for myself) a bit detached or disbelieving.