Hi everyone, haven't been on lately because I was better. (or so I thought). My panic attacks are increasing and I even collapsed and was taken to the ER. I had to leave work over a year ago because I was under so much stress, I couldn't handle it. My Pdoc had to write a letter stating that I couldn't finish my 3 week notice because of the immense amount of stress I was under. Caring for my son, husband(he really is self sufficient), 4 elderly parents and working 50hr or more weeks had me on the verge of a breakdown and it was showing. My father's fiance' died april 2010, he had a complicated surgery 2 weeks after her death and was not well. My Aunt had died almost a year before that and he kept falling apart and if he wasn't in pain, he was crying. Then more happened.
People hear PTSD and they think military, like only soldiers can have it. An abused (mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually) child, who became a bank teller who was robbed with a gun pointed at my head (2 different times). Then became a RN at a level 1 trauma center who cared for people coming out of surgery. Having the 6 month old raped baby holding onto my neck crying because she didn't want to go to her mom, the young 18 yr old crying that he didn't want to die(endstage AIDS), the young 5 yr old who was held in boiling water, screaming "mommy don't hurt me" when I had to touch him to remove his monitors....they are like ghosts that scream and scream..there are countless more. I am damaged. My Mother died March 27 holding on to my shirt gasping her last breaths...(those cigs she couldn't give up). Last week my neice died in an accident with my 11 yr old nephew watching. This is just a few of my horrible things....I sing that to the tune of "these are just few of my favorite things". I feel fragile...pieces of my soul are falling off..never to be found.
First rule of nursing: never show weakness....broke that rule
People hear PTSD and they think military, like only soldiers can have it. An abused (mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually) child, who became a bank teller who was robbed with a gun pointed at my head (2 different times). Then became a RN at a level 1 trauma center who cared for people coming out of surgery. Having the 6 month old raped baby holding onto my neck crying because she didn't want to go to her mom, the young 18 yr old crying that he didn't want to die(endstage AIDS), the young 5 yr old who was held in boiling water, screaming "mommy don't hurt me" when I had to touch him to remove his monitors....they are like ghosts that scream and scream..there are countless more. I am damaged. My Mother died March 27 holding on to my shirt gasping her last breaths...(those cigs she couldn't give up). Last week my neice died in an accident with my 11 yr old nephew watching. This is just a few of my horrible things....I sing that to the tune of "these are just few of my favorite things". I feel fragile...pieces of my soul are falling off..never to be found.
First rule of nursing: never show weakness....broke that rule