My Two Cents On C-PTSD
I am one who has also been diagnosed w/ C-PTSD and this is how it came about.My father returned from WWII w/ what we now know as PTSD.He became an alcoholic and when he drank,he would start telling me his war stories and as he got more drunk,he would start beating me,often w/ his Marine Corps. 4" wide belt.As his alcoholism progressively grew worse,so did the beatings and by the time I was six,I was having my own nightmares of combat!
It is very true that when a child is repeatedly mistreated and cannot establish their normal place in life,they are left highly susceptible to
any new traumas they're exposed to.By the time I left home at 15,I was one mean son of a bitch,ready to fight at a moments notice and with a huge chip on my shoulder.I decided that robbing drug dealers would be a good way to make a living and over the next four years I experienced so many "fight or flight" episodes that now those synaps in my brain are so fried that most medications have zero effect on me.I was shot twice (and came within 5 minutes of bleeding out one of those times),stabbed three times and had my skull fractured twice(three times total when you include the time my father fractured my skull) It would be easier to list the bones I DIDN'T break and I lost track of how many stitches I got.I can't remember how many times I was only shot AT!
Then,at 19,I witnessed two brutal murders not ten feet from where I stood frozen in place.The next day,the two mob-connected assailants tried (and nearly succeeded) to kill me! I was a " dead man walkin' ".
Eventually,I had to testify against the two murderers and they pleaded guilty to avoid the death penalty and got 25-to-life instead.That was 39 years ago (and 2 months!) There was no federal witness ptotection program in those days and I was given a wallet w/ a new identity in it, $500.00 cash and a plane ticket and was told by the US Marshal Service
"if you know whats good for you,don't come back"...yea,thanks for the good advise I said to myself.
The traumas weren't over yet however,as I was relocated from the Northeast to Florida in 1970,just as the Columbians began flooding So.Florida with pot.Within 3 months I was smuggling tons of Columbian red bud into St.Petersburg via shrimp boats. Eventually,the cocaine war broke out and even I realized it was time to get outta' Dodge while I was still in one piece and "retired" to the West Coast.
For the last 39+ years I have been forced to live under an assumed name and didn't see my family from 1970 until 2008.My mother,father,sister and grandparents all died during this time and I couldn't even go to their funeral services.I have 3 ex-wives and a 20 year old daughter who don't even know my real name! For the first 25 years,I constantly moved around,changed jobs,changed my appearance,checked under my vehicle for bombs and tried as best I could to disappear in plain sight,never stand out or stand up to be recognized,never vote,never get involved,always blend in.
After turning 50...BAM! it all caught up to me and I started having flashbacks,nightmares,my life-long imsomnia got worse,my body started breaking down,I had 2 bad hips and was in chronic pain for years,and then I tried to commit suicide,and that's when I was diagnosed with COMPLEX PTSD...and that's the kind of lifestyle one has to experience to have been given the "complex" diagnosis. (just my opinion)
Peace and Hope...jefferylee