Muttly
Diamond Member
I've seen a few threads about Christmas, but not quite on this topic. Sorry if its a repeat. My hope is this could be a thread for anyone who has PTSD triggers around Christmas (not just me). I know that Christmas can be a stressful time for everyone and that "normal" families can show the stress. I also know that for some, like me, the holidays had/have very specific abuse associated with it
For me... some things were so small in a way, but so inescapable. I was the smallest so I was sent under the tree to water it. That as a good time for m dad to grope me. I also remember him sticking wrapping paper tubes between my legs in a sexual way. And then there was the day... my brother and I were made to wait in a bedroom and were then told to come out. It became a competition/race. Except my brother was 4.5 years older than me and physical big (people always asked if he played american football) and I was physically small. I'd get slammed into the wall, knocked down, tripped, etc. That was just part of it. Knowing I'd be hurt on my way to get presents. And likely hurt while waiting in the bedroom. Those are just a few things. There was always more though. The brother and I were out of school and the dad was off work (the mom didn't work), so all the normal bad stuff was more likely to happen too. And some of the worst stuff happened then too.
Add to that my grandma, who I grew close to as a teen/young adult, died on Christmas day. And as a teen, a friend of mine shot himself just after Thanksgiving and was in coma for the whole month of December and died shortly after the new year. I would look at the Christmas lights everyone had up and pray he'd live.
I've been told over and over to make it my own holiday. To find my own ways to enjoy and such. And maybe if I had kids, I would. As it is, I just wish I could sleep through December.
For me... some things were so small in a way, but so inescapable. I was the smallest so I was sent under the tree to water it. That as a good time for m dad to grope me. I also remember him sticking wrapping paper tubes between my legs in a sexual way. And then there was the day... my brother and I were made to wait in a bedroom and were then told to come out. It became a competition/race. Except my brother was 4.5 years older than me and physical big (people always asked if he played american football) and I was physically small. I'd get slammed into the wall, knocked down, tripped, etc. That was just part of it. Knowing I'd be hurt on my way to get presents. And likely hurt while waiting in the bedroom. Those are just a few things. There was always more though. The brother and I were out of school and the dad was off work (the mom didn't work), so all the normal bad stuff was more likely to happen too. And some of the worst stuff happened then too.
Add to that my grandma, who I grew close to as a teen/young adult, died on Christmas day. And as a teen, a friend of mine shot himself just after Thanksgiving and was in coma for the whole month of December and died shortly after the new year. I would look at the Christmas lights everyone had up and pray he'd live.
I've been told over and over to make it my own holiday. To find my own ways to enjoy and such. And maybe if I had kids, I would. As it is, I just wish I could sleep through December.