Hi!
I have been diagnosed with PTSD by three different people. I am a bit ashamed of writing this because I am scared off coming off as just seeking attention and validation.
I used to fight with my 9year older half-brother when I was a kid. My mom would tell me off and punish me for this. He never finished high school because of his psychotic episodes (he has schizophrenia). I remember him mostly being psychotic, angry and he had delusions about me. He has tried to kill me several times, once with a knife. When I write it like this, and I think about me being 11 years old when he was 20 it is obvious that this was not ordinary sibling fighting.
It was also unreasonable of my mom to make me responsible for his behavior. She told me that I provoked him deliberately. That I was the one starting it. I tried to tell her that I didn’t, but I think I kind of believed her. I sometimes had bruises I could have shown to someone, but I didn’t. I felt so ashamed or guilty or something.
My mom also had a lot of problems in her life and I sometimes think that she might not have been the most caring mom to me. She was trying to finish her education when she got pregnant with me, had to quit and never tried again. I suspect that she resents that a lot. A secretary at the doctor’s office threatened to report her to CPS when I was 3. I have seen a video of me and my siblings when I was 6. You can hear her yell really degrading remarks directed towards me in the recording, and I remember her doing that a lot.
I also got bullied in school. I’ve been wondering if I had odd behavior because of the situation at home and the other children might have reacted to that. I feel like I don’t belong in the world. Like everybody else is normal people while I am some different species. And I still expect people to not want me to be there (at social gatherings, meetings at work, wherever).
I wonder whether my PTSD diagnosis is correct or not. I feel so lazy, and I feel I am to blame for my problems (lack of concentration, insomnia, lack of motivation and so on). I feel I am making this out to be way worse than it was and I feel I should be able to get a grip on my life.
But when I think about episodes I remember, like my mom threatening me with a warm iron or my brother trying to strangle me and I think about how old I was and what really happened in the situation. Then I can kind of see that in an objective light this is f*cked up, one should not do this to kids and the child is not to blame for this (even though the child might sometimes have uttered four letter words or something).
I also feel that this should not affect me that much now (I’m in my thirties and I moved out when I was 16). I wish I could pull myself together. I wish I knew how. I am seeing a therapist, but I feel like we are getting nowhere. I am afraid to tell her about my experiences as a child, I want to do it, but when she mentions that I all off a sudden realize that I have changed the subject and I automatically avoid the topic of my history. I am scared off getting more upset if I talk about it. I have tried not talking about it since it happened, I wish I could give that a real try, but I am scared off getting hurt and having horrible feelings.
Anyway, that was enough ranting for now. I’m sorry for this being so long.
I have been diagnosed with PTSD by three different people. I am a bit ashamed of writing this because I am scared off coming off as just seeking attention and validation.
I used to fight with my 9year older half-brother when I was a kid. My mom would tell me off and punish me for this. He never finished high school because of his psychotic episodes (he has schizophrenia). I remember him mostly being psychotic, angry and he had delusions about me. He has tried to kill me several times, once with a knife. When I write it like this, and I think about me being 11 years old when he was 20 it is obvious that this was not ordinary sibling fighting.
It was also unreasonable of my mom to make me responsible for his behavior. She told me that I provoked him deliberately. That I was the one starting it. I tried to tell her that I didn’t, but I think I kind of believed her. I sometimes had bruises I could have shown to someone, but I didn’t. I felt so ashamed or guilty or something.
My mom also had a lot of problems in her life and I sometimes think that she might not have been the most caring mom to me. She was trying to finish her education when she got pregnant with me, had to quit and never tried again. I suspect that she resents that a lot. A secretary at the doctor’s office threatened to report her to CPS when I was 3. I have seen a video of me and my siblings when I was 6. You can hear her yell really degrading remarks directed towards me in the recording, and I remember her doing that a lot.
I also got bullied in school. I’ve been wondering if I had odd behavior because of the situation at home and the other children might have reacted to that. I feel like I don’t belong in the world. Like everybody else is normal people while I am some different species. And I still expect people to not want me to be there (at social gatherings, meetings at work, wherever).
I wonder whether my PTSD diagnosis is correct or not. I feel so lazy, and I feel I am to blame for my problems (lack of concentration, insomnia, lack of motivation and so on). I feel I am making this out to be way worse than it was and I feel I should be able to get a grip on my life.
But when I think about episodes I remember, like my mom threatening me with a warm iron or my brother trying to strangle me and I think about how old I was and what really happened in the situation. Then I can kind of see that in an objective light this is f*cked up, one should not do this to kids and the child is not to blame for this (even though the child might sometimes have uttered four letter words or something).
I also feel that this should not affect me that much now (I’m in my thirties and I moved out when I was 16). I wish I could pull myself together. I wish I knew how. I am seeing a therapist, but I feel like we are getting nowhere. I am afraid to tell her about my experiences as a child, I want to do it, but when she mentions that I all off a sudden realize that I have changed the subject and I automatically avoid the topic of my history. I am scared off getting more upset if I talk about it. I have tried not talking about it since it happened, I wish I could give that a real try, but I am scared off getting hurt and having horrible feelings.
Anyway, that was enough ranting for now. I’m sorry for this being so long.