Don't trip
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Hello,
I'm currently in a struggle that I'd like to share and hoping for some feedback.
It's taken me awhile, but I feel very frustrated with everything I read about PTSD. I feel it's peppered with an underlying "you'll get over it' tone, rather than "here's how best to manage' tone.
Let me explain why I feel that way. I have been having to come to terms with a lot of illness, the breakup and subsequent fallout of my last abusive relationship and a lifetime of chronic abuse. There were things I did prior to diagnosis, that always frustrated me. My PTSD out of control, I have always had this 'go get em' attitude, but I would lose heart through most things and could never complete. School, work, relationships...I don't know what it was and I still don't, but I've never managed to maintain consistency in most things I've been passionate about or have done (exception-staying in abusive relationships longer than I should have).
This creates feelings of failure for me. And I HAVE been a failure at anything I've tried to do in my life, exception my domestic violence advocacy and mentoring/writing.
It's more than that though. Recently, I've had to advocate for myself with regards to insurance companies, medicaid and my health. Trying to see a specialist has been a nightmare. I finally self paid, as I'd been waiting a year and was so frustrated with my insurance company and the assholes for the neurology clinic who kept blowing me off and even blew off the insurance company. I reacted very angrily to this. I know I'm not alone in this either. The stigmas attached to mental illness, the poor and disabled, preclude care. Medicaid alone has stigmas attached. Unfortunately, due to my PTSD and my health, some of those stigmas are applicable to me now. There is a lot of abuse of the poor and disabled in the system. These are the quintessential authority figures, of which I have a morbid fear. Fighting them to get care has led to one triggering event after another. IT has been this way in my fight for SS too.
I swing wildly when I'm upset. I either get very verbally assertive or I completely shut down, fold like a lawn chair. There is no in between. What is so frustrating about this, is during all the fighting to get my medical needs met, I've felt re-traumatized, living the abuse all over again, over and over again. My reactions are spontaneous. I know how to meditate, eat right, take care of myself, but when it comes to dealing with stigmas, abuse, glaring criticism, I can't do it. I just CANNOT. DO. IT. I see the world from a pathological black and white perspective. I want to know WHY I cannot get past this. I'm having a hell of a time advocating for myself. It's hard for me to stand up for myself too. It's like I turn into a completely different person when dealing with those outside of my element and people do not get it. I'm completely comfortable with those closest to me, but anything outside of that, I do NOT trust and I've been given AMPLE reason not too.
Some of my friends, in fact many of my friends who work, have shared how pathological their work environments are. I could not tolerate it. After so much abuse, after a lifetime filled with it, I simply cannot deal with it. I'm one of those folks who would benefit from self employment or working from home. Jobs that are few and far between. I'm going to vocational rehab because I HAVE too, not because I want too. In fact, this is terrifying for me. At home, I have control over my environment. I have peace and there is no abuse. The longer I live outside of abuse (two years now) anytime I'm exposed to it, I become unhinged.
This has turned into depression for me. So many of my choices have f*cked up my life. I didn't know it was PTSD related at the time, but they were still my choices. I wish I had had information then to create a life for myself way early on, that would have helped to support my endeavors and to encourage me. I wish I had the therapist I have now, back then. I'm so damned angry at my growing up environment right now. I feel so sad when I see people doing the simplest of things that I wish I could do without reacting or experiencing a huge amount of hyper vigilance to the point of illness. I now have two autoimmune, DDD and chronic sciatica I'm dealing with on the health side of things, so it complicates all of this.
Anyway, when I read that you can get over PTSD, there is nothing I've not tried to accomplish that goal. All throughout my life, my choices were to run from it. I always had hope and always bulldozed forward with the best of intentions, only to lose passion and steam with another round of abuse, or a loss of faith in myself.
My limitations now, mean I am more isolated. That's suppose to be a negative thing too. Sometimes I hate it, but I only need to be exposed once to a rude individual and I'm reminded why I like being at home alone with my son and/or my dog or in the garden. It's peaceful. I can't do the noise of 'out there' anymore and I feel tremendous guilt about it. Like I'm making excuses and I keep trying, but wind up in the same place, does this make sense at all? I'm trying to verbalize this the best that I can.
I have no desire for a partnered relationship in my life again. Believe it or not because of this position, people think that there IS something wrong with me (laughing) and there IS...but I don't need partners in my life anymore. I know I can't have relationships with men that are healthy, other than friendships and I have lots of those. I have great friends. But many of them suffer with PTSD too.
How do I explain, verbalize this to my therapist, to my lawyer? TO anyone else? How do I say...'ya know, I really CAN'T', rather then, "OH I SURE CAN WATCH ME!". How do I come to terms with what my life has been and the pain I have caused or the ability to make friends with myself, my past and what PTSD and the abuse has done to me?
I use to think PTSD was a cop out. An excuse. So I kept forging forward, ignoring it, with people hating me inevitably because of my reactions to things, as well as my inability to say no to abusive people?
Ultimately, all I keep thinking about is...I just want peace. I no longer believe the way I did when I got out of the last relationship and was abuse free for the first time in my life. I thought I would be leading an active, normal life, but it has been two years of hell uncovering myself.
I can't work, unless it's in this environment and safe for me. I have sensory overload and even when I have four of my six children and the grands over for family day on weekends, I'm so overwhelmed when it's over. I do love them dearly and I have been working on making amends with my children, but I get very irritated and angry after just a few hours. I'm so done by then. I don't want to hurt them with that anger, so I never speak it, but there have been times where I have. I've only recently let them know how my PTSD affects me and why I was such a bitch for a mother to them.
I look around me and many of my friends live in beautiful homes and work at great jobs, have big families and do fun things, work out....I admire that they have it all. That they are not marred and scarred by life the way I have been. I just don't know what it's like, that's all. I never experienced it. I just observe it.
My idea of 'fun' day now, is to take a quiet walk with my dog somewhere, when I can, but my sciatica has been very bothersome to me lately. My companion pet has been very sick, as well as I have been. I haven't tapped into my creativity yet, except with my writing and currently, with all the stress going on, I have writer's block....uh, except here..:)
My life will never look like I once hoped it would. That makes me sad. To live in a healthy way, I can't do what is perceived to be 'healthy' with my PTSD. It's just too much. I have to get a job or something soon because I now have no income. This is also very stressful. I know I can't keep a job outside of home. I can't work "FOR" anyone. I wouldn't survive it and would be a waste of my time and a potential employer's time, but bills need to be paid and it will be a long, long time before my SS case is heard.
What do I do now that I understand my limitations when understanding them means it's polar opposite to the go get em image I have reflected in pretentiousness that my abuse didn't affect me? I have this compelling feeling about being very real and straightforward. I'll be honest with those at vocational rehab about my PTSD. It seems COMPLETELY pointless to be anything but. I know a lot of people hide it, but I would not be able too given the severity of my symptoms in certain situations.
I want to make friends with my PTSD, this monster in my life. But I don't know how. Doing so goes against everything I wanted to believe and all that my pathological family emphasized in what it was to be 'successful' in this world. I haven't had a relationship with them in 5 years. I'm seeing that there are some things I will never be able to get beyond. I now have to learn to accept it. That's so, so, so hard.
Thanks for letting me vent...:)
I'm currently in a struggle that I'd like to share and hoping for some feedback.
It's taken me awhile, but I feel very frustrated with everything I read about PTSD. I feel it's peppered with an underlying "you'll get over it' tone, rather than "here's how best to manage' tone.
Let me explain why I feel that way. I have been having to come to terms with a lot of illness, the breakup and subsequent fallout of my last abusive relationship and a lifetime of chronic abuse. There were things I did prior to diagnosis, that always frustrated me. My PTSD out of control, I have always had this 'go get em' attitude, but I would lose heart through most things and could never complete. School, work, relationships...I don't know what it was and I still don't, but I've never managed to maintain consistency in most things I've been passionate about or have done (exception-staying in abusive relationships longer than I should have).
This creates feelings of failure for me. And I HAVE been a failure at anything I've tried to do in my life, exception my domestic violence advocacy and mentoring/writing.
It's more than that though. Recently, I've had to advocate for myself with regards to insurance companies, medicaid and my health. Trying to see a specialist has been a nightmare. I finally self paid, as I'd been waiting a year and was so frustrated with my insurance company and the assholes for the neurology clinic who kept blowing me off and even blew off the insurance company. I reacted very angrily to this. I know I'm not alone in this either. The stigmas attached to mental illness, the poor and disabled, preclude care. Medicaid alone has stigmas attached. Unfortunately, due to my PTSD and my health, some of those stigmas are applicable to me now. There is a lot of abuse of the poor and disabled in the system. These are the quintessential authority figures, of which I have a morbid fear. Fighting them to get care has led to one triggering event after another. IT has been this way in my fight for SS too.
I swing wildly when I'm upset. I either get very verbally assertive or I completely shut down, fold like a lawn chair. There is no in between. What is so frustrating about this, is during all the fighting to get my medical needs met, I've felt re-traumatized, living the abuse all over again, over and over again. My reactions are spontaneous. I know how to meditate, eat right, take care of myself, but when it comes to dealing with stigmas, abuse, glaring criticism, I can't do it. I just CANNOT. DO. IT. I see the world from a pathological black and white perspective. I want to know WHY I cannot get past this. I'm having a hell of a time advocating for myself. It's hard for me to stand up for myself too. It's like I turn into a completely different person when dealing with those outside of my element and people do not get it. I'm completely comfortable with those closest to me, but anything outside of that, I do NOT trust and I've been given AMPLE reason not too.
Some of my friends, in fact many of my friends who work, have shared how pathological their work environments are. I could not tolerate it. After so much abuse, after a lifetime filled with it, I simply cannot deal with it. I'm one of those folks who would benefit from self employment or working from home. Jobs that are few and far between. I'm going to vocational rehab because I HAVE too, not because I want too. In fact, this is terrifying for me. At home, I have control over my environment. I have peace and there is no abuse. The longer I live outside of abuse (two years now) anytime I'm exposed to it, I become unhinged.
This has turned into depression for me. So many of my choices have f*cked up my life. I didn't know it was PTSD related at the time, but they were still my choices. I wish I had had information then to create a life for myself way early on, that would have helped to support my endeavors and to encourage me. I wish I had the therapist I have now, back then. I'm so damned angry at my growing up environment right now. I feel so sad when I see people doing the simplest of things that I wish I could do without reacting or experiencing a huge amount of hyper vigilance to the point of illness. I now have two autoimmune, DDD and chronic sciatica I'm dealing with on the health side of things, so it complicates all of this.
Anyway, when I read that you can get over PTSD, there is nothing I've not tried to accomplish that goal. All throughout my life, my choices were to run from it. I always had hope and always bulldozed forward with the best of intentions, only to lose passion and steam with another round of abuse, or a loss of faith in myself.
My limitations now, mean I am more isolated. That's suppose to be a negative thing too. Sometimes I hate it, but I only need to be exposed once to a rude individual and I'm reminded why I like being at home alone with my son and/or my dog or in the garden. It's peaceful. I can't do the noise of 'out there' anymore and I feel tremendous guilt about it. Like I'm making excuses and I keep trying, but wind up in the same place, does this make sense at all? I'm trying to verbalize this the best that I can.
I have no desire for a partnered relationship in my life again. Believe it or not because of this position, people think that there IS something wrong with me (laughing) and there IS...but I don't need partners in my life anymore. I know I can't have relationships with men that are healthy, other than friendships and I have lots of those. I have great friends. But many of them suffer with PTSD too.
How do I explain, verbalize this to my therapist, to my lawyer? TO anyone else? How do I say...'ya know, I really CAN'T', rather then, "OH I SURE CAN WATCH ME!". How do I come to terms with what my life has been and the pain I have caused or the ability to make friends with myself, my past and what PTSD and the abuse has done to me?
I use to think PTSD was a cop out. An excuse. So I kept forging forward, ignoring it, with people hating me inevitably because of my reactions to things, as well as my inability to say no to abusive people?
Ultimately, all I keep thinking about is...I just want peace. I no longer believe the way I did when I got out of the last relationship and was abuse free for the first time in my life. I thought I would be leading an active, normal life, but it has been two years of hell uncovering myself.
I can't work, unless it's in this environment and safe for me. I have sensory overload and even when I have four of my six children and the grands over for family day on weekends, I'm so overwhelmed when it's over. I do love them dearly and I have been working on making amends with my children, but I get very irritated and angry after just a few hours. I'm so done by then. I don't want to hurt them with that anger, so I never speak it, but there have been times where I have. I've only recently let them know how my PTSD affects me and why I was such a bitch for a mother to them.
I look around me and many of my friends live in beautiful homes and work at great jobs, have big families and do fun things, work out....I admire that they have it all. That they are not marred and scarred by life the way I have been. I just don't know what it's like, that's all. I never experienced it. I just observe it.
My idea of 'fun' day now, is to take a quiet walk with my dog somewhere, when I can, but my sciatica has been very bothersome to me lately. My companion pet has been very sick, as well as I have been. I haven't tapped into my creativity yet, except with my writing and currently, with all the stress going on, I have writer's block....uh, except here..:)
My life will never look like I once hoped it would. That makes me sad. To live in a healthy way, I can't do what is perceived to be 'healthy' with my PTSD. It's just too much. I have to get a job or something soon because I now have no income. This is also very stressful. I know I can't keep a job outside of home. I can't work "FOR" anyone. I wouldn't survive it and would be a waste of my time and a potential employer's time, but bills need to be paid and it will be a long, long time before my SS case is heard.
What do I do now that I understand my limitations when understanding them means it's polar opposite to the go get em image I have reflected in pretentiousness that my abuse didn't affect me? I have this compelling feeling about being very real and straightforward. I'll be honest with those at vocational rehab about my PTSD. It seems COMPLETELY pointless to be anything but. I know a lot of people hide it, but I would not be able too given the severity of my symptoms in certain situations.
I want to make friends with my PTSD, this monster in my life. But I don't know how. Doing so goes against everything I wanted to believe and all that my pathological family emphasized in what it was to be 'successful' in this world. I haven't had a relationship with them in 5 years. I'm seeing that there are some things I will never be able to get beyond. I now have to learn to accept it. That's so, so, so hard.
Thanks for letting me vent...:)