fishstick123
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I'm new too forums in general, but I need answers and I'm hoping someone can help me.
So awhile back, when I was 15, I had chest surgery too correct a abnormality in my chest cavity, as the doctors were worried that it could touch my heart, and cause problems. The doctors insisted that we wait till I get older too go though with the surgery, but my mom didn't want that, as she wanted it done before I entered High School (Summer before Freshmen year).
In Middle School, my Gym Teacher was informed, and so were my family. My family, I'm sure of, told quit a few people, as I would have people come up too me and ask me if I was going too die, which I probably wasn't going too. My mother restricted me from going too events due too worry about me hurting myself due too my 'Issue'.
So the surgery happens, and it went well. I had a follow up surgery too remove the metal from my chest in about a year. During the recovery, I was in quit a bit of pain. My family had a tendency too punch me lightly in the chest, for whatever reason. On July 4th. 2015, I noticed that my breathing was very heavy. I went too Walmart with my family too get grocery, and since I could not even walk across the parking lot without gasping for breath, I decided too wait in the entrance on the bench and just people watch as I tried too control my breathing. Finally my family came back out, and this time it was even harder too walk too the car. The car ride from Walmart back home is about 1 hour and 30 minutes, so its a long haul. Finally I get home, and my breathing is getting worse. My mom decided too go too the casino. At this point, I could not walk down the hall without having a panic attack and having that feeling that I couldn't breath. I called my mom and told her I needed too go too the hospital. She said "It's just part of your surgery". I told her "No, it's not, I need too go in". Finally she got home and we went too the hospital. I was hooked up too a oxygen tank thing, and my blood pressure was very high. I had a lot of anxiety, and was given some medicine too help me calm down. The nurses were having trouble getting a ambulance, and I was stuck in the hospital for awhile. I feel asleep, and woke up in an ambulance. I ripped of my air mask, and started gasping for breath. The nurse put it back on and I feel asleep again. I remember kinda of drifting in and out of consciousness when I was being flown out too a different hospital. I woke up again too a doctor in front of me as I spit up a lob of blood. He told me too relax and I feel asleep again. Finally after being unconscious for 2 weeks, I wake up in ICU and the proceeded too take the tube out of my lung.
I could go, but I'd rather not talk about EVERYTHING that happened, as I was in the hospital for a total of 3 weeks. My mother was by my side the entire time, and witnessed more than I did. What bothers me the most is the way that I felt about the entire incident, which bothers me the most. I smoke heavily at the age of 20, and have Anxiety and Depression that I am working through with a Therapist, but the thought of PTSD is looming and I'm not really sure if it is the cause of why I am acting in the way that I am.
I'm very worried if I have PTSD, or C-PTSD from intense Childhood abuse, and as I am too worried too ask my therapist about it, I was hoping I can start here, anonymously.
So awhile back, when I was 15, I had chest surgery too correct a abnormality in my chest cavity, as the doctors were worried that it could touch my heart, and cause problems. The doctors insisted that we wait till I get older too go though with the surgery, but my mom didn't want that, as she wanted it done before I entered High School (Summer before Freshmen year).
In Middle School, my Gym Teacher was informed, and so were my family. My family, I'm sure of, told quit a few people, as I would have people come up too me and ask me if I was going too die, which I probably wasn't going too. My mother restricted me from going too events due too worry about me hurting myself due too my 'Issue'.
So the surgery happens, and it went well. I had a follow up surgery too remove the metal from my chest in about a year. During the recovery, I was in quit a bit of pain. My family had a tendency too punch me lightly in the chest, for whatever reason. On July 4th. 2015, I noticed that my breathing was very heavy. I went too Walmart with my family too get grocery, and since I could not even walk across the parking lot without gasping for breath, I decided too wait in the entrance on the bench and just people watch as I tried too control my breathing. Finally my family came back out, and this time it was even harder too walk too the car. The car ride from Walmart back home is about 1 hour and 30 minutes, so its a long haul. Finally I get home, and my breathing is getting worse. My mom decided too go too the casino. At this point, I could not walk down the hall without having a panic attack and having that feeling that I couldn't breath. I called my mom and told her I needed too go too the hospital. She said "It's just part of your surgery". I told her "No, it's not, I need too go in". Finally she got home and we went too the hospital. I was hooked up too a oxygen tank thing, and my blood pressure was very high. I had a lot of anxiety, and was given some medicine too help me calm down. The nurses were having trouble getting a ambulance, and I was stuck in the hospital for awhile. I feel asleep, and woke up in an ambulance. I ripped of my air mask, and started gasping for breath. The nurse put it back on and I feel asleep again. I remember kinda of drifting in and out of consciousness when I was being flown out too a different hospital. I woke up again too a doctor in front of me as I spit up a lob of blood. He told me too relax and I feel asleep again. Finally after being unconscious for 2 weeks, I wake up in ICU and the proceeded too take the tube out of my lung.
I could go, but I'd rather not talk about EVERYTHING that happened, as I was in the hospital for a total of 3 weeks. My mother was by my side the entire time, and witnessed more than I did. What bothers me the most is the way that I felt about the entire incident, which bothers me the most. I smoke heavily at the age of 20, and have Anxiety and Depression that I am working through with a Therapist, but the thought of PTSD is looming and I'm not really sure if it is the cause of why I am acting in the way that I am.
I'm very worried if I have PTSD, or C-PTSD from intense Childhood abuse, and as I am too worried too ask my therapist about it, I was hoping I can start here, anonymously.