Hello
I'm leery to post here because I have found people to not really be supportive in other forums, making judgements about the kind of care I am getting. And that only serves to confuse me because of the dynamics of my car are one of unusual trust, when over the decades I have found it best to NEVER trust anyone. But someone I've been able to trust the person I am getting care from, my psychologist, Stephanie.
I have diagnosed C-PTSD (with some mild psychosis symptoms) and Depressive and Anxiety Disorders. I am 50 now and my first traumas started at age 4 and continued to come, through sexual abuse and parental abandonment because of that sexual abuse. There was also sexual abuse from one of those parents later. I have been bullied throughout my life, especially my school years from age 5 through high school. It was a daily occurrence from fellow students, even some teachers, and even family. I have been physically attacked more than I can count, including having someone lift me up by my neck just because I didn't do something in a sports game that they liked (and the school staff tossed him out, but ridiculed me for it). I have been abandoned more times than I can count. I have experiences at least 3 Nervous Breakdowns in my life, at age 16, 34 and most recently at age 48 in April 2022. I have yet to recover from that because I was literally yelled at and told to just behave by family and management at work.
I have been in a bad place many, many times in my life trying to manage this. But more and more through my life everything has pointed to one thing: I am a mistake. My life was a mistake and I am a cancer, the monster in the story. And aside from my psychologist, Stephanie, I don't have anyone I trust. I am alone in life and don't belong. That is an especially tricky spot to be in, believing you are alone in the world except for this one person that you trust, but knowing that having just one leg to stand on is not great. If she disappears then I'm left feeling 100% alone. I have been abandoned and alone so much in my life and that it core pain. I have felt I was on my own when my parents abandoned me immediately following my sexual abuse at age 8. And that has be the way it always has been.
I came from a strict Catholic conservative family. That adds another layer of institutionalized guilt. Then I came out as Transgender in 2021 to them and they abandoned me again, not wanting to have any part of that me. So I was on very shaky ground, that I had to increase to two sessions a week with my psychologist. Then I lost my psychologist for a little while in April 2022, unexpectedly and I thought "I have lost her" and I was 100% alone in the world. No friends, no love ones, no family and sitting in a place where it is terrifying to trust people and I already felt like I was a cancer in the world so it is hard to subject the world to me either. I avoid people to save them and save myself. I didn't want my life to turn out with these believes, but it has been such a consistent experiences that it is hard to dismiss the evidence.
So I had a nervous breakdown when I thought I lost my psychologist. I won't go into the details of that time. She did come back and it wasn't rational that I thought I lost her, but everything prior to that had been building up with the knowledge that I am always abandoned and alone. It is getting harder and harder to not feel alone in the world to have the experience every day. The main way I cope is to dissociate from the experience, There is not other option in my mind, because the believe I am alone feel an impermeable given. And so the psychologist is on break right now (Spring Break) and she has done so many times in work together, but it is getting harder to be separate from her for long times. Not ideal and I don't need people judging that dynamic. You can't know the dynamics of our work together without having sat with us for all these years. And she is the most careful person, very conscious of boundaries but also very caring and genuine and works freaking hard. We knew the break was coming and set up safety measures and ways to reach her in the ultimate emergency, but also back-up colleagues. But I sit her experiencing her absence, fearful "What if something happens and she doesn't return?"
I am so tired of this life. C-PTSD is so hard and complex and people just don't get how things trigger you so easily. I just want relief, but I don't have the inner courage or strength to believe this can be fixed.
I'm leery to post here because I have found people to not really be supportive in other forums, making judgements about the kind of care I am getting. And that only serves to confuse me because of the dynamics of my car are one of unusual trust, when over the decades I have found it best to NEVER trust anyone. But someone I've been able to trust the person I am getting care from, my psychologist, Stephanie.
I have diagnosed C-PTSD (with some mild psychosis symptoms) and Depressive and Anxiety Disorders. I am 50 now and my first traumas started at age 4 and continued to come, through sexual abuse and parental abandonment because of that sexual abuse. There was also sexual abuse from one of those parents later. I have been bullied throughout my life, especially my school years from age 5 through high school. It was a daily occurrence from fellow students, even some teachers, and even family. I have been physically attacked more than I can count, including having someone lift me up by my neck just because I didn't do something in a sports game that they liked (and the school staff tossed him out, but ridiculed me for it). I have been abandoned more times than I can count. I have experiences at least 3 Nervous Breakdowns in my life, at age 16, 34 and most recently at age 48 in April 2022. I have yet to recover from that because I was literally yelled at and told to just behave by family and management at work.
I have been in a bad place many, many times in my life trying to manage this. But more and more through my life everything has pointed to one thing: I am a mistake. My life was a mistake and I am a cancer, the monster in the story. And aside from my psychologist, Stephanie, I don't have anyone I trust. I am alone in life and don't belong. That is an especially tricky spot to be in, believing you are alone in the world except for this one person that you trust, but knowing that having just one leg to stand on is not great. If she disappears then I'm left feeling 100% alone. I have been abandoned and alone so much in my life and that it core pain. I have felt I was on my own when my parents abandoned me immediately following my sexual abuse at age 8. And that has be the way it always has been.
I came from a strict Catholic conservative family. That adds another layer of institutionalized guilt. Then I came out as Transgender in 2021 to them and they abandoned me again, not wanting to have any part of that me. So I was on very shaky ground, that I had to increase to two sessions a week with my psychologist. Then I lost my psychologist for a little while in April 2022, unexpectedly and I thought "I have lost her" and I was 100% alone in the world. No friends, no love ones, no family and sitting in a place where it is terrifying to trust people and I already felt like I was a cancer in the world so it is hard to subject the world to me either. I avoid people to save them and save myself. I didn't want my life to turn out with these believes, but it has been such a consistent experiences that it is hard to dismiss the evidence.
So I had a nervous breakdown when I thought I lost my psychologist. I won't go into the details of that time. She did come back and it wasn't rational that I thought I lost her, but everything prior to that had been building up with the knowledge that I am always abandoned and alone. It is getting harder and harder to not feel alone in the world to have the experience every day. The main way I cope is to dissociate from the experience, There is not other option in my mind, because the believe I am alone feel an impermeable given. And so the psychologist is on break right now (Spring Break) and she has done so many times in work together, but it is getting harder to be separate from her for long times. Not ideal and I don't need people judging that dynamic. You can't know the dynamics of our work together without having sat with us for all these years. And she is the most careful person, very conscious of boundaries but also very caring and genuine and works freaking hard. We knew the break was coming and set up safety measures and ways to reach her in the ultimate emergency, but also back-up colleagues. But I sit her experiencing her absence, fearful "What if something happens and she doesn't return?"
I am so tired of this life. C-PTSD is so hard and complex and people just don't get how things trigger you so easily. I just want relief, but I don't have the inner courage or strength to believe this can be fixed.
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