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Today marks my second anniversary post diagnosis and f*ck me am I shitting myself. Two years ago I took an online diagnostic test devised by my then Therapist. THis would show at what severity my condition lay. I was to take this in silence and answer multiple questions.
So I did just that. Ended the test and sent him the results before I met up with him in person.
My score marker came back at 79%. Placing me in the top 1 % of the UK sufferer population. So I was f*cked for good then ?
I have been coping quite well these last few days as I have clicked with another forum member and we have been helping each other manage our situations and get through each day. There may be numerous miles seperating us but we are closer now than I think I have ever been to another person in my life. She is that good a friend and a dear sweet person.
I have since that day been further diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder with Explosive tendancies/triggers and potential for Dissociative Identity Disorder as well as I struggle with keeping myself, the bastard and little Laurie safe from harm.
So I ended up in a full blown heart pounding panic about half an hour ago. My one and only saving grace being that wonderful and caring friend I have met here.
I have been so panicked I have caught myself regressing back to the age of three when I used to force myself to stay awake and guard my baby sisters cot all night against my abuser, my then thirteen year old brother.
I stood vigilant through her slumber in our nursery at the age of three, making sure that he could not hurt her. He abused me for the next twelve years every day and especially at his bedtime. This is the root cause of most of my terrors and nightmares still to this day.
As a direct result of his abuses and attacks on my child body I would wet myself right up until the age of thirteen, having to hide the urine soaked pyjamas I had been wearing through the night, changing my bed sheets every day and smelling like a toilet all day.
My dear friend has pointed out however that I am now a man and if anyone tried to hurt me or another person I would have the capability to kill them bare handed and I must concur that yes I do have that potential. THis is the sole reason I have been banned from ever stepping back in the ring. My now psychiatrist refuses to permit me back in the ring for fear I would actually kill an opponent. So my sensei has revoked my licence and will not allow me to fight ever again..
Here is to a trauma filled day in my life today and the hope and prayer that I can actually get through today without a relapse of my symptoms.
All I want to do it run away and hide under a rock.
So I did just that. Ended the test and sent him the results before I met up with him in person.
My score marker came back at 79%. Placing me in the top 1 % of the UK sufferer population. So I was f*cked for good then ?
I have been coping quite well these last few days as I have clicked with another forum member and we have been helping each other manage our situations and get through each day. There may be numerous miles seperating us but we are closer now than I think I have ever been to another person in my life. She is that good a friend and a dear sweet person.
I have since that day been further diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder with Explosive tendancies/triggers and potential for Dissociative Identity Disorder as well as I struggle with keeping myself, the bastard and little Laurie safe from harm.
So I ended up in a full blown heart pounding panic about half an hour ago. My one and only saving grace being that wonderful and caring friend I have met here.
I have been so panicked I have caught myself regressing back to the age of three when I used to force myself to stay awake and guard my baby sisters cot all night against my abuser, my then thirteen year old brother.
I stood vigilant through her slumber in our nursery at the age of three, making sure that he could not hurt her. He abused me for the next twelve years every day and especially at his bedtime. This is the root cause of most of my terrors and nightmares still to this day.
As a direct result of his abuses and attacks on my child body I would wet myself right up until the age of thirteen, having to hide the urine soaked pyjamas I had been wearing through the night, changing my bed sheets every day and smelling like a toilet all day.
My dear friend has pointed out however that I am now a man and if anyone tried to hurt me or another person I would have the capability to kill them bare handed and I must concur that yes I do have that potential. THis is the sole reason I have been banned from ever stepping back in the ring. My now psychiatrist refuses to permit me back in the ring for fear I would actually kill an opponent. So my sensei has revoked my licence and will not allow me to fight ever again..
Here is to a trauma filled day in my life today and the hope and prayer that I can actually get through today without a relapse of my symptoms.
All I want to do it run away and hide under a rock.