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Hi all,
I became a member quite a few weeks ago but have only now gotten the courage to actually post :)
Long story as short as possible:
I am 32 & have had anxiety most of my life, without realizing it. In 3rd grade I refused to go to school for most of the year, claiming constant stomach aches (what I now assume was anxiety). I remember being filled with fear of having to go to school. I was always a "mommy's girl" but not this extent. My mom finally took me to a therapist who couldn't get me to talk and so he ended telling me that if I didn't go back to school a truancy officer would take me away from home. That's when I went back but throughout the rest of my schooling, I had attendance issues .
Since I was a young teenager I've always felt as though I had been sexually molested as a child but had no memory or evidence of such. My parents had a turbulent marriage and we moved around a lot but that's it.
Over the years, I forced myself to do things I wasn't comfortable with (such as socializing, sex, dates) with the aid of alcohol. When I realized the alcohol was becoming a problem I stopped.
I've had bulimia since I was about 19. At 21, I decided to see a therapist and for the first time in my life was diagnosed with generalized anxiety and put on meds. Stayed in them for a about a year, stopped and was pretty much fine (aside from random anxiety attacks).
6 yrs ago, my dad died. It was hard but I had to stay strong for my mom.
5 yrs ago, my mom had to have open heart surgery and I was busy nursing her. It was hard but manageable.
4 yrs ago a very close friends husband came down with cancer. I was with them throughout it all, there to talk, take care of their little children and be in the hospital for shifts. He died 2 yrs ago. About a week before he died I developed insomnia and it hasn't gone away since.
About 9 months ago ago I started seeing a psychiatrist an d am back on meds.
2 months ago I finally told my therapist, who I have been seeing for 3 yrs, my deepest darkest secret. I have been having a recurring themed dream/nightmare since I was about 8/9 yrs old. In general terms, the dream consists of a child being raped by their parents or some adults. I am either just watching or I am the one forcing it to happen. Don't ever see the faces. I told T that I believe (& always have) I must be evil, a danger to society, specifically kids bc of this dream. He explained that it sounds as though I had some sort of trauma as a child and that I am not evil bc I wake up hating the dream and I have never hurt anyone.
But I don't believe him. I asked him if there's any way of remembering but he said that unless it comes back naturally, there's nothing that can be done. I can't live with this bc if I don't remember anything conclusive then who is to say that I am not a monster?
Since I told him about my dream (first time I ever said it out loud) I have been having the shakes and the only thing that gets rid of it is xanax. I have always been easy to startle but recently I have become extremely on edge. A car honk, my cell ringing, someone tapping me in he shoulder all makes me jump, my heart starts racing, I get shaky and my head gets heavy.
My therapist and psychiatrist say I may have ptsd but there's no way to confirm without having that original memory.
I have read a a lot of your stories and they are so horrible. I feel like an imposter trying to associate myself with some "group" in order to get a grip on understanding me.
I guess I'm just asking if anyone has anything that can be useful to me k if you think this is ptsd or just anxiety?
Guess the story ended up being the longer version... Sorry :)
I became a member quite a few weeks ago but have only now gotten the courage to actually post :)
Long story as short as possible:
I am 32 & have had anxiety most of my life, without realizing it. In 3rd grade I refused to go to school for most of the year, claiming constant stomach aches (what I now assume was anxiety). I remember being filled with fear of having to go to school. I was always a "mommy's girl" but not this extent. My mom finally took me to a therapist who couldn't get me to talk and so he ended telling me that if I didn't go back to school a truancy officer would take me away from home. That's when I went back but throughout the rest of my schooling, I had attendance issues .
Since I was a young teenager I've always felt as though I had been sexually molested as a child but had no memory or evidence of such. My parents had a turbulent marriage and we moved around a lot but that's it.
Over the years, I forced myself to do things I wasn't comfortable with (such as socializing, sex, dates) with the aid of alcohol. When I realized the alcohol was becoming a problem I stopped.
I've had bulimia since I was about 19. At 21, I decided to see a therapist and for the first time in my life was diagnosed with generalized anxiety and put on meds. Stayed in them for a about a year, stopped and was pretty much fine (aside from random anxiety attacks).
6 yrs ago, my dad died. It was hard but I had to stay strong for my mom.
5 yrs ago, my mom had to have open heart surgery and I was busy nursing her. It was hard but manageable.
4 yrs ago a very close friends husband came down with cancer. I was with them throughout it all, there to talk, take care of their little children and be in the hospital for shifts. He died 2 yrs ago. About a week before he died I developed insomnia and it hasn't gone away since.
About 9 months ago ago I started seeing a psychiatrist an d am back on meds.
2 months ago I finally told my therapist, who I have been seeing for 3 yrs, my deepest darkest secret. I have been having a recurring themed dream/nightmare since I was about 8/9 yrs old. In general terms, the dream consists of a child being raped by their parents or some adults. I am either just watching or I am the one forcing it to happen. Don't ever see the faces. I told T that I believe (& always have) I must be evil, a danger to society, specifically kids bc of this dream. He explained that it sounds as though I had some sort of trauma as a child and that I am not evil bc I wake up hating the dream and I have never hurt anyone.
But I don't believe him. I asked him if there's any way of remembering but he said that unless it comes back naturally, there's nothing that can be done. I can't live with this bc if I don't remember anything conclusive then who is to say that I am not a monster?
Since I told him about my dream (first time I ever said it out loud) I have been having the shakes and the only thing that gets rid of it is xanax. I have always been easy to startle but recently I have become extremely on edge. A car honk, my cell ringing, someone tapping me in he shoulder all makes me jump, my heart starts racing, I get shaky and my head gets heavy.
My therapist and psychiatrist say I may have ptsd but there's no way to confirm without having that original memory.
I have read a a lot of your stories and they are so horrible. I feel like an imposter trying to associate myself with some "group" in order to get a grip on understanding me.
I guess I'm just asking if anyone has anything that can be useful to me k if you think this is ptsd or just anxiety?
Guess the story ended up being the longer version... Sorry :)