I just got into anxious emotions thinking of writing about my trauma, because it does not fit the typical descriptions. This is my struggle that i was not taken serious for so long.
I worked with these highly driven people who didn't seem to mind to see abandoned and starving kids every day. After some time I was sitting in the corner of my living room feeling that I was going to die, helpless, crying for help and my husband replying,"I can't help you anymore" (this is what I remember) I konw that he loves me, but it really hit me deeply.
Being left abandoned like these kids we tried to help.
Another thing I just realized today is that I get traumatized by an atmoshere of adrenalin, especially when it is in my house. In the past it was people running around saving lives, writing e mails, making phone calls in an adrenalin atmoshere- I really hate it and want to get away from it as much as possible. And that is difficult especially when it is your husband creating this atmosphere. Very confusing. He loves me and he traumatizes me.
I worked with these highly driven people who didn't seem to mind to see abandoned and starving kids every day. After some time I was sitting in the corner of my living room feeling that I was going to die, helpless, crying for help and my husband replying,"I can't help you anymore" (this is what I remember) I konw that he loves me, but it really hit me deeply.
Being left abandoned like these kids we tried to help.
Another thing I just realized today is that I get traumatized by an atmoshere of adrenalin, especially when it is in my house. In the past it was people running around saving lives, writing e mails, making phone calls in an adrenalin atmoshere- I really hate it and want to get away from it as much as possible. And that is difficult especially when it is your husband creating this atmosphere. Very confusing. He loves me and he traumatizes me.