I was actually diagnosed with PTSD recently about 3-4 months ago. The Psychiatrist I saw, said I was a "mild case" as per the new nonaxis DSM 5 diagnosis model. I'm not exactly sure what this means, or haven't honestly processed it all totally. I"m a married mother with two kids who is busy with work and school. Based on what I've noticed lately, I'm noticing I feel addressing this issue and somehow making time to "deal with it", (whatever that might mean) might be necessary.
For just a bit of background, I had been seeing a licensed mental health therapist for about five years. My time in therapy cane to a close about 3-4 months ago, since it was felt by both of us, we had accomplished our goals. I was sad to leave therapy, the lady I was seeing was a great therapist. I had learned much from the DBT group therapy early on, and improved my complicated family relationships (as much as was realistically possible).
My biggest issue since completing therapy is accepting the limits to the degree in which Iam able to put some things behind me. Realistically, coming to terms with the PTSD diagnosis, means, to some degree while I want to "be over it", I can't be completely. As I sit here, at 3:30 in the morning, for example I find myself crying over this. I feel a part of me, a small part, is mourning over a loss, like a death of sorts. I'm struggling with any contact I have with my family. They, apparently get to set the parameters in which I'm the scapegoat, its my fault. Any contact I have of them, brings up an underlying well of pain and hurt. Being in their presence, our entire dynamic is one of my realizing they will never validate my experiences, and make me forever feel as if it was my fault. Memories of assorted painful events come to mind, such as that time 20+ years ago when I attempted suicide and they never visited me in the hospital, or asked me if I was okay.
I feel ridiculious admitting all of this. You see, I'm basically doing well, functioning in life all right. School is going well, I love my husband and kids, yet this old stuff from so long ago keeps coming up. Twenty years ago, and there it still is. You see my parents were never abusive, they never hit, or called me names. They are doctors and on the surface seem perfect. What they did was ignore me and neglect my needs for support during a difficult time. To this day, if any emotion or old hurt comes up, I'm made to feel guilty from bring it up. I actually have to apologize. This seems wrong....
...At any rate I"m rambling. I just need to get some assistance in learning how to manage it, like Diabetes I guess. I appreciate your thoughts...
For just a bit of background, I had been seeing a licensed mental health therapist for about five years. My time in therapy cane to a close about 3-4 months ago, since it was felt by both of us, we had accomplished our goals. I was sad to leave therapy, the lady I was seeing was a great therapist. I had learned much from the DBT group therapy early on, and improved my complicated family relationships (as much as was realistically possible).
My biggest issue since completing therapy is accepting the limits to the degree in which Iam able to put some things behind me. Realistically, coming to terms with the PTSD diagnosis, means, to some degree while I want to "be over it", I can't be completely. As I sit here, at 3:30 in the morning, for example I find myself crying over this. I feel a part of me, a small part, is mourning over a loss, like a death of sorts. I'm struggling with any contact I have with my family. They, apparently get to set the parameters in which I'm the scapegoat, its my fault. Any contact I have of them, brings up an underlying well of pain and hurt. Being in their presence, our entire dynamic is one of my realizing they will never validate my experiences, and make me forever feel as if it was my fault. Memories of assorted painful events come to mind, such as that time 20+ years ago when I attempted suicide and they never visited me in the hospital, or asked me if I was okay.
I feel ridiculious admitting all of this. You see, I'm basically doing well, functioning in life all right. School is going well, I love my husband and kids, yet this old stuff from so long ago keeps coming up. Twenty years ago, and there it still is. You see my parents were never abusive, they never hit, or called me names. They are doctors and on the surface seem perfect. What they did was ignore me and neglect my needs for support during a difficult time. To this day, if any emotion or old hurt comes up, I'm made to feel guilty from bring it up. I actually have to apologize. This seems wrong....
...At any rate I"m rambling. I just need to get some assistance in learning how to manage it, like Diabetes I guess. I appreciate your thoughts...