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My name is Elinor and I've been reading posts on this website for a while and thought it would be time for me to dare putting my story out there. Mainly because I need answers and also to get in touch with like minded people that understand this invisible curse.
It all started 3 years ago when I experienced the devastating earthquake in Christchurch New Zealand that killed 200 people, it was a horrific event and I am lucky to be a live. I survived by chance but the aftermath of the destruction made me lose 2 jobs ( as the huge amount of after chocks continued to destroy buildings months afterwards) , lost my home, separated from my partner, fell out with my parents, car broke down, lost my finances, lost my private practice ( I'm an architect) all these stressful events and being an immigrant from Sweden and handling this alone...was a foundation of what followed next.
I was in a horrific near death rafting accident that had me fighting for my life, whilst swimming in 120 cubic metre per second flooded river,through the worst part of the gorge with nowhere to go. It was extremely dangerous - particularly when I was sucked under the boat in a Billyhole...I kept getting pushed up to the surface but I couldn't breathe as the boat was blocking me.
I saw my own funeral as I started to loose conciousness and that's what made me fight again, not the thought of dying....but the thought of how much grief I would inflict others.
Miraculously I made it out....but I think here is where things started going wrong. As I found out later - the person arranging the trip didn't have the necessary insurance and qualification to do what he did. So for him to avoid being caught, they didn't call emergency rescue. I was on the wrong side on a flooded river, having fought for my life over 10 minutes in cold spring mountain water, I had hypothermia and in shock. The huge amount of adrenaline I released could have killed me, it gave me a headache for 3 months.
Despite this....I was just picked up by a normal taxi helicopter ( although they considered leaving me there unattended for the night at first,in wet clothes and in the state I was in) and flown to security. But no doctor. No one wanted to accept how close it was. Had I died the person in charge would have been in jail for manslaughter.The mismanagement has been part of triggering I think.
So coming out of this...and with all of the things that had happened prior, I was diagnosed with PTSD. In a way it was a relief to understand my avoidance behaviour, the isolation and the things that had became my norm. To have a specialist psychiatrist at the Brain injury department here in Christchurch say I'm not crazy and what I experience, is normal for what kind of extreme trauma I had been through, was a relief.
However....my bad luck didn't stop there.
6 months after the rafting accident and 6 months of fighting panic attacks, night mares, flashbacks, hyper-vigilance ( doesn't help living in a country where we get earthquakes every 5 minutes) fear of letting anyone/anything near me / hurt me.... I fell of my horse and snapped my humerus bone in half.
The body responded by attending to this emergency injury but as it started to heal up - all of a sudden the nightmares came back. Dreaming of dying....wishing to die....started all over.
Feeling guilty of being alive.
Feeling guilty of being alive and not make the most of it.
Someone gave me a second chance and yet I constantly walk around feeling like a failure. Every setback, minor issue at work I immediately revert back to the same thought.
I should not be alive.
Anyway - I thought I was getting stronger in the last few months, no nightmares and I managed to loose weight , which was kind of my way of taking control. Because that is the hardest feeling of all.
Feeling helpless and feeling like you have absolutely no control. Life happens in front of you and you simply watch it without participation. However the other day it just daunted me....that all this time i've been walking around feeling like....even if the doctor diagnosed me , part of me didn't want to believe in it. Even if I did accept it on one level....my intellectual part of the brain kinda said - I can choose to not have PTSD.
But looking at myself now....having gone through all this crap..... I realized I've started avoiding my horses. They now represent a trauma and my way of dealing with it is avoidance. At first I thought this is probably normal....but the thinking about it. This is what I have done with everything else that has hurt me ...avoidance.
So now I feel rotten for not giving my animals the love and attention they normally get...I've failed them too. Once again I just feel like a failure and I don't know how to snap out of it.
Pretending im normal at work takes up most of my energy....only to fall apart in the loneliness at home.
I really don't know what my next step in life is. I've lost so much over the last few years...I simply feel inhuman and damaged.
Simply damaged.
Thank you for listening and sorry for my rant...but this is the first time I've spoken about it in public and with people suffering from the same thing.
Cheers E
My name is Elinor and I've been reading posts on this website for a while and thought it would be time for me to dare putting my story out there. Mainly because I need answers and also to get in touch with like minded people that understand this invisible curse.
It all started 3 years ago when I experienced the devastating earthquake in Christchurch New Zealand that killed 200 people, it was a horrific event and I am lucky to be a live. I survived by chance but the aftermath of the destruction made me lose 2 jobs ( as the huge amount of after chocks continued to destroy buildings months afterwards) , lost my home, separated from my partner, fell out with my parents, car broke down, lost my finances, lost my private practice ( I'm an architect) all these stressful events and being an immigrant from Sweden and handling this alone...was a foundation of what followed next.
I was in a horrific near death rafting accident that had me fighting for my life, whilst swimming in 120 cubic metre per second flooded river,through the worst part of the gorge with nowhere to go. It was extremely dangerous - particularly when I was sucked under the boat in a Billyhole...I kept getting pushed up to the surface but I couldn't breathe as the boat was blocking me.
I saw my own funeral as I started to loose conciousness and that's what made me fight again, not the thought of dying....but the thought of how much grief I would inflict others.
Miraculously I made it out....but I think here is where things started going wrong. As I found out later - the person arranging the trip didn't have the necessary insurance and qualification to do what he did. So for him to avoid being caught, they didn't call emergency rescue. I was on the wrong side on a flooded river, having fought for my life over 10 minutes in cold spring mountain water, I had hypothermia and in shock. The huge amount of adrenaline I released could have killed me, it gave me a headache for 3 months.
Despite this....I was just picked up by a normal taxi helicopter ( although they considered leaving me there unattended for the night at first,in wet clothes and in the state I was in) and flown to security. But no doctor. No one wanted to accept how close it was. Had I died the person in charge would have been in jail for manslaughter.The mismanagement has been part of triggering I think.
So coming out of this...and with all of the things that had happened prior, I was diagnosed with PTSD. In a way it was a relief to understand my avoidance behaviour, the isolation and the things that had became my norm. To have a specialist psychiatrist at the Brain injury department here in Christchurch say I'm not crazy and what I experience, is normal for what kind of extreme trauma I had been through, was a relief.
However....my bad luck didn't stop there.
6 months after the rafting accident and 6 months of fighting panic attacks, night mares, flashbacks, hyper-vigilance ( doesn't help living in a country where we get earthquakes every 5 minutes) fear of letting anyone/anything near me / hurt me.... I fell of my horse and snapped my humerus bone in half.
The body responded by attending to this emergency injury but as it started to heal up - all of a sudden the nightmares came back. Dreaming of dying....wishing to die....started all over.
Feeling guilty of being alive.
Feeling guilty of being alive and not make the most of it.
Someone gave me a second chance and yet I constantly walk around feeling like a failure. Every setback, minor issue at work I immediately revert back to the same thought.
I should not be alive.
Anyway - I thought I was getting stronger in the last few months, no nightmares and I managed to loose weight , which was kind of my way of taking control. Because that is the hardest feeling of all.
Feeling helpless and feeling like you have absolutely no control. Life happens in front of you and you simply watch it without participation. However the other day it just daunted me....that all this time i've been walking around feeling like....even if the doctor diagnosed me , part of me didn't want to believe in it. Even if I did accept it on one level....my intellectual part of the brain kinda said - I can choose to not have PTSD.
But looking at myself now....having gone through all this crap..... I realized I've started avoiding my horses. They now represent a trauma and my way of dealing with it is avoidance. At first I thought this is probably normal....but the thinking about it. This is what I have done with everything else that has hurt me ...avoidance.
So now I feel rotten for not giving my animals the love and attention they normally get...I've failed them too. Once again I just feel like a failure and I don't know how to snap out of it.
Pretending im normal at work takes up most of my energy....only to fall apart in the loneliness at home.
I really don't know what my next step in life is. I've lost so much over the last few years...I simply feel inhuman and damaged.
Simply damaged.
Thank you for listening and sorry for my rant...but this is the first time I've spoken about it in public and with people suffering from the same thing.
Cheers E
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