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    I'm having a tough time.

    Lately I've been struggling, more so than usual. I've been feeling very scared, angry and powerless about situations from the past. I keep getting these vivid memories of previous trauma, from my abusive relationship, from my family, and from the violence and abuse I received growing up black in...
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    I Don't Know What To Do.

    I got a new job early last month and I love it. Correction, "loved" it. It paid more, had more to do with my interests, and came with much better perks than my last job. My head manager says that he wants us all to feel happy and comfortable at work, but I can't. The manager above me makes me...
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    Today I Was Hit By A Car

    His morning when I went for a run I was hit by a car. It was between my 7th and 8th km, I was at an intersection and when the sign switched for me to go I continued running. A car in the lane closest to me kept stopping, then going, then stopping, then going. Until finally they settled on going...
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    Normal People Are The Worst Amirite?!

    I don't know about you guys, but I keep a very small circle. Most people bother me to an unnerving degree now. If I have to explain equal rights, consent, or any other basic human decency to you, you're immediately crossed out and lumped together with the worst people in history. But even with...
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    How Do You Know?

    How do you know if you're ready to start dating again? And if so, how do you bring up your past? I imagine it would have to come up at some point, especially if your ptsd symptoms are either severe or noticeable.
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    Sufferer Ptsdon't Touch Me

    I don't really know where to begin, but here it is. I was raised by my mother and father, it was the typical immigrant up raising; perfection was the standard. My sisters and I grew up knowing what falling below the standard meant, it meant we'd be slapped, whipped, and degraded until we broke...
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