einzelganger
New Here
As a Suffer of Complex PTSD, I feel like an alien who crashed landed on a strange hostile world: unable to understand the cultural norm, being constantly reminded that I am not like other people when it comes to my thought patterns or simple views of the world around me. My girlfriend teases me that I am in fact an alien from another planet. I know she is trying to lighten my mood and my self-view. But sometimes I wonder if she means it in a different way. During one of our fights, I ended up apologizing and she got even more angered by the way I was apologizing and I felt even more attacked by her. I thought to myself, “There is must be something so wrong with me that I can’t even give a heart-felt apology right.” Since then I have been suppressing myself. My emotions, who I am, what I talk about. I feel unsafe and unsure of how to be normal. Forcing myself to appear normal all the while just wanting to hide and be left alone.
Back history:
As a child who endured 16 years (from birth to age 16) at the hands of a sadistic abuser (my father) not only as an adult do I suffer with the sever physical pain left behind but the mental and emotional pathways he scorched though my gray matter.
In my 40+ years, I have been in and out of therapy several times. Always trying and struggling to reach the goal of living a quasi-normal life. It isn’t reassuring when I first meet a tried and tested therapist and they get this look on their face of shock and dismay when I tell my story for the first time. Thankfully, most have been willing to learn and try to help me.
I feel so alone. Does anyone else feel like an alien? Like you are so different from others?
Back history:
As a child who endured 16 years (from birth to age 16) at the hands of a sadistic abuser (my father) not only as an adult do I suffer with the sever physical pain left behind but the mental and emotional pathways he scorched though my gray matter.
In my 40+ years, I have been in and out of therapy several times. Always trying and struggling to reach the goal of living a quasi-normal life. It isn’t reassuring when I first meet a tried and tested therapist and they get this look on their face of shock and dismay when I tell my story for the first time. Thankfully, most have been willing to learn and try to help me.
I feel so alone. Does anyone else feel like an alien? Like you are so different from others?