Hello, this is my second time writing this as my first one didn't post right [Yay!].
My name is Aaron I'm 23, and I believe I suffer from PTSD. I have not been diagnosed by a physician but every single thing about it just 'feels' right. I suffered childhood abuse at a young age, my father was a very abusive alcoholic. I believe I've seen my mothers life put in danger many many times, although I don't remember most of it. My mother divorced my father when I was 8, and we had to stay in battered womens shelters for awhile.
At 14 I was taken away from my family by the county for truancy for months at a time, until I dropped out of school at 17 to avoid being put in foster care.
I had my first panic attack about 4 years ago, it was bad enough that my tongue went numb and my fingers curled into claws. My mother that's a nurse thought I was having a stroke.
Every sense then I've been avoiding life, until I met my boyfriend Max about 2 years ago. I gave myself the chance, and fell in love with him. No bad ending either, he's still here next to me and promises he will be with me every step of the way. I believe him too.
However I've had a hard time simply accepting loving him, and that he loves me.
Around a week ago at the urging of my mother, I looked up the symptoms of PTSD and cried [although I've been doing that almost every day lately..] because it fit me to a T. Lately however I have been feeling hopeless, and useless.
I don't have a job, I'm not going to school, I don't even feel like I'm able to wake myself up at a time I want [I even set alarms but ignore them].
I guess what I'm looking for here is support, and hope it will get better. I'm not looking for a cure, but if I could be feeling 'good' 75% of the time I'd be content.
My name is Aaron I'm 23, and I believe I suffer from PTSD. I have not been diagnosed by a physician but every single thing about it just 'feels' right. I suffered childhood abuse at a young age, my father was a very abusive alcoholic. I believe I've seen my mothers life put in danger many many times, although I don't remember most of it. My mother divorced my father when I was 8, and we had to stay in battered womens shelters for awhile.
At 14 I was taken away from my family by the county for truancy for months at a time, until I dropped out of school at 17 to avoid being put in foster care.
I had my first panic attack about 4 years ago, it was bad enough that my tongue went numb and my fingers curled into claws. My mother that's a nurse thought I was having a stroke.
Every sense then I've been avoiding life, until I met my boyfriend Max about 2 years ago. I gave myself the chance, and fell in love with him. No bad ending either, he's still here next to me and promises he will be with me every step of the way. I believe him too.
However I've had a hard time simply accepting loving him, and that he loves me.
Around a week ago at the urging of my mother, I looked up the symptoms of PTSD and cried [although I've been doing that almost every day lately..] because it fit me to a T. Lately however I have been feeling hopeless, and useless.
I don't have a job, I'm not going to school, I don't even feel like I'm able to wake myself up at a time I want [I even set alarms but ignore them].
I guess what I'm looking for here is support, and hope it will get better. I'm not looking for a cure, but if I could be feeling 'good' 75% of the time I'd be content.