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Sorry, thanks for pointing that out, I have a brain injury from a car accident in 2000 and sometimes I get my words mixed up. He broke his radius and ulna, not his tibia and fibula! We were driving at this early stage because he had to, 1, get home from the hospital and, 2, get to his check...

My son and I were in a bad car accident on Monday. I was looking down and the traffic ahead was stopped so I slammed into them at 35 miles an hour. My son broke both his tibia and fibula and had to have the bones set. I have a broken nose and bruised everything, only my feet and the top of my...

No, I'm on my meds and still in therapy. I see my T every day except Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. We don't really even work on things. Until I get away from being triggered daily, there really is no point to trying to work on it.

I'm feeling hopeless. I know this is nothing new to this forum. I feel like I'm never going to get better. Every day is a struggle. Living one hour at a time is no way to live. I know I have to stay alive for my son, to pretend to be happy around him, but I really just want to lay down and...

Just Jack!

I figured, I am up with flashbacks, so what the heck. Here's my story... My biological father and my mom got divorced when I was 5 months old. Three years later my mom married my dad, who adopted me later, at the age of four. When the judge asked if I wanted him to be my dad, I said yes...

When you are ready, I find it easier to type an email about the issue I'm embarrassed about sharing, or scared about sharing. Sometimes the words just won't come out of your mouth.

Lovely story. I admire you! I do foster care for cats and kittens and so I now have four cats, the last one I got as a Christmas present for myself. They are all sleeping in with my son right now. Oh, and on top of that, I have a cat dog, a bichon who is 3. They are all my loves and they do...

I was triggered by my therapist and freaked. What triggered me? She was harsh with me about something...don't remember what, strangely enough, but she was harsh with me and it reminded me of getting in trouble with my dad, which triggered me. She was trying to help with whatever it was she...

I have told my therapist to keep my medication, that I'm a live, and that I'm not going to therapy any longer. She usually gives me my meds on a day to day basis, so that's why she has them. I'm just done with the whole control issue. FINISHED.

Today I spent the majority of time dissociated. I was at my therapist's office, and was able to be together enough to pick my son up from school. I didn't even have flashbacks last night. I'm so confused. I don't know where it is coming from. I'm so worried that I'll do it when my son is...

Welcome! I think you will find a lot of support here...and just in case you're wondering, your username...still says Beetle.

I feel well rested and ready to sleep again. I feel cared for because a friend did me a favor today. I feel happy to have my son. And now, time to piss off the family by changing my son's school to a waldorf school.

I find that my house is much louder when my child is not allowed on any electronics. My ears want me to give him more time to play video games, but my heart just can't do it.

I take a cocktail of medication that isn't working...zyprexa, welbutrin, klonopin, adderall, and minipress.

So, tonight was another night of flashbacks. I can't sleep because if I do, I'll have more. Tomorrow is going to bite. When will this ever go away? Even medicated properly I can't escape it.

I am fluent in ASL, but hearing. I've known ASL since childhood. I understand where you are coming from, as far as typing in English vs ASL. Welcome to the forum!

My cousin said my T is causing all of my problems. She thinks that if I get away from my therapist I won't have any symptoms and there will be nothing wrong with me. If only she knew how my T has kept me alive and been the only person in my life who has never left me, no matter what I have...

I can relate. I avoid sex. I was artificially inseminated to have my son. I can't stand it. I do identify as lesbian, but haven't even been able to date for years. I just don't want to have to explain myself.

So, earlier I had posted about how life was seeming to revolve around my dad and his birthday and how it was overwhelming me. I was able to kindly decline attending events even though everyone else came in to town to celebrate. They didn't like it, but nobody killed me for it. I have been...

A lot of people go through a phase where they tell everyone. I know my friend did, and I did about 7 years ago. I have since stopped and only tell my T and my Psychiatrist. When people learn about how severe my PTSD is, they tend to leave.

((HUGS)) you can hang in there, we can be your support...if you need to, please go to the hospital

I think I'll fake strep.