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You Know You Have PTSD When...

...When your dog contacts a People Whisperer.

I am NOT letting my dogs read this post!
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Here's one that happened today!

You know you have PTSD when...
-You can't find your teenage child on her college campus. You start calling family and friends and scare them all then call campus security to look for your teenage child because she didn't call to say good morning. She finally calls and answers her text and says, but mommy we discussed this for two days, I was going to a brunch today. Sorry honey, I have no recollection of it. Then you have to call family and friends and tell them your memory sucks. You have to call campus security and tell them she checked in. Then you realize maybe I really do have this PTSD thing!
 
You know you have PTSD when your so busy getting anxious about going to work that you don't remember driving or how you actually got to the parking lot in one piece.

You know you have PTSD when you smell smoke, systematically check the entire house, unplugging things and realize the neighbor is burning yard debris next door when you finally happen to get a glimpse while passing a window to check again.
 
I haven’t figured out how to do the “quote” , so apologies for handmade ones.:)
.....while driving, you know the position of every car around you without ever looking in the mirrors. [Dylan]
Um…I always thought that was just a function of motorcycling…hehehe
--You actually prefer the motorcycle to the car because you know you’re invisible to everyone in the cars around you.
…. it isn't a question of whether or not you have a weapon nearby, it's how many and what kind. [Mina]
That brought two to mind…
--Everything around you—including that book on the table and the fire extinguisher on the wall—is a weapon if necessary.
--Someone asks you what you see when you walk into a public building, and you tell them about the potential exits, the places out of which someone to come at you, and things you can use to defend yourself or slow attackers up enough to run away.
And the ever popular:
--You track just where in the room people of varying heights would need to be maneuvered at various times of the year to put the sun in their eyes, without thinking about it.

How about:
--you get a whiteboard calendar and have trouble writing everything down on it, or write everything down on it and forget to look at it –even when it’s attached to the refrigerator.
--You only go to restaurants when 1.you are with friends who always ask you to pick where to sit 2. You are with someone you consider yourself responsible for, so you know that concentrating on keeping them safe will effectively block the usual self-related problems for awhile (does this work for anyone but parents and medics?) 3. You figure you’re tipping over the line into being housebound so you force yourself out to walk to the late night store for something you don’t need and chat with the clerks (about whose lives you know more than you do about most of your friends) while you’re there.
--you’re seriously thinking about getting some kind of breakable stuff to keep beside the desk because punching pillows doesn’t provide the audio input that helps you stop when your rage erupts at the slowness of the computer (or something you read on it, or the impossibility of getting a decent search result, etc) and you pick up the keyboard and slam it down while yelling “f*ck” and watching the buttons pop off and fly away.
--you have your bedroom set up so that you can barricade the door at night, and only sleep there in the winter when it’s too cold to sleep in the living room where you can hear any attempt to get into your home from any possible entry point.
 
Oh, I forgot a couple....( ;) )

--you're reduced to an utter rage at work when you notice that someone wrote --Get Over it and Drive on-- on the section of the employee disaster manual titled "Why do I feel this way? Responses to trauma"

--(for ladies only) you spend half an hour convincing yourself that you really can't just sit in the bathroom for the duration, you really do need to go to the store for those "feminine hygiene products".
 
You post something in the Carers section by mistake, have it placed in the appropriate section by another member... then you stop and remember that technically you are a carer and a sufferer (I live alone). Mixed feelings begin to flood in: anger, jealousy, bitterness - then happiness that there are some sufferers out there with such caring people next to them. Literally a flood of emotions takes over. Sometimes it's easier to isolate and not face many things when you're this sensitive.
 

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