DSkyler
Bronze Member
C-PTSD
I was born in a cardboard box
My eyes the colour of sin
Then someone massaged my brain
So no love could ever get in.
(I wrote this aged 18 before I’d pieced everything together about my life)
I was separated from my mother at birth and driven 25 miles to a big hospital for a blood transfusion I didn’t need in the end.
8-10 days in an incubator. Living hell. I believe I nearly died and had to leave my body occasionally to remove myself from the pain. My brain and limbic system fried and welded in a mess.
Mistreatment as a young child added to the burden. Ten people had physically hit me by the time I’d reached my teens. But despite this I’ve had successes and good times.
Death of mother and family breakdown/disappearing at age 20 compounded the trauma.
Early 20s ran into books that pointed way to primal psychotherapy which helped given that I had a safe attachment figure for the first time.
But this was before EMDR. Only with EMDR did I start to feel real relief and less panic attacks and disassociation. But I had not the resources to follow it through and repeated the abandonment and fleeing to escape my pain.
Now being much older with more resources and steady family I have returned to EMDR and believe I can finally undo and reprocess without abandoning myself. I’m lucky to have got this far.
It’s taken me 34 years after realising I was an abused child to get to this point. Peace in my own body is all I want.
I feel for you all. PTSD is a failure of our environment, not us. Yet we suffer. Take care and find strength and the right help.
~ D
I was born in a cardboard box
My eyes the colour of sin
Then someone massaged my brain
So no love could ever get in.
(I wrote this aged 18 before I’d pieced everything together about my life)
I was separated from my mother at birth and driven 25 miles to a big hospital for a blood transfusion I didn’t need in the end.
8-10 days in an incubator. Living hell. I believe I nearly died and had to leave my body occasionally to remove myself from the pain. My brain and limbic system fried and welded in a mess.
Mistreatment as a young child added to the burden. Ten people had physically hit me by the time I’d reached my teens. But despite this I’ve had successes and good times.
Death of mother and family breakdown/disappearing at age 20 compounded the trauma.
Early 20s ran into books that pointed way to primal psychotherapy which helped given that I had a safe attachment figure for the first time.
But this was before EMDR. Only with EMDR did I start to feel real relief and less panic attacks and disassociation. But I had not the resources to follow it through and repeated the abandonment and fleeing to escape my pain.
Now being much older with more resources and steady family I have returned to EMDR and believe I can finally undo and reprocess without abandoning myself. I’m lucky to have got this far.
It’s taken me 34 years after realising I was an abused child to get to this point. Peace in my own body is all I want.
I feel for you all. PTSD is a failure of our environment, not us. Yet we suffer. Take care and find strength and the right help.
~ D