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I believe that I have had episodes of PTS since the age of 11, when I was raped by a known person but not a family member. I cannot go into all of the detail of the ongoing psychological terrorism of this situation or subsequent traumas at this time. Suffice to say that I have been in various kinds of therapy for most of my life since then. I have been given a number of diagnoses by psychiatrists who have spent very little time with me and really do not know me, but all of them carry an enormous stigma, particularly in my family, and require enormous doses of medication that has made me feel not only physically very ill, but more deeply traumatised. I am experiencing a deeply depressing period of my life now, and I wish I could find someone in my town who will consider the PTSD diagnosis and proper treatment for me as an individual.
I feel very isolated and have been estranged from my mother for a year. Every time we try to get past our history, we, mostly she, drags us back into traumatic past events and her assumptions, interpretations, accusations, insults and ultimately abuse. I need help and support but am not finding the support I need yet. Episodes and sypmtoms vary and are always brought on by another traumatic life event. The greatest difficulty I suffer is the lack of an emotionally supportive family. My only brother died tragically 12 years ago and the rest of my extended family are dotted around the globe and the country and are generally out of reach and totally out of contact with what is going on.
I put on a poker face smile, make up and great looking clothes when I have to make public appearances of any description and hide under my blanket, unable to eat or even drink when alone. I most often function at a good and strong level and achieve with reasonable success. However, when verbally or physically abused by someone I thought loved me and I could trust, or if I am to suffer intensive and ongoing criminal infringements on my home, I tend to backslide.
I am not in a good place now, despite having reached out to everyone I possibly can for support. I cannot stand the thought of having to face a night alone, but I don't want to go out either. I wish I had someone here to hold me and counteract my mother's horrendous opinion of me, and remind me how wonderful and kind and sweet and beautiful I am. Tears now...
I believe that I have had episodes of PTS since the age of 11, when I was raped by a known person but not a family member. I cannot go into all of the detail of the ongoing psychological terrorism of this situation or subsequent traumas at this time. Suffice to say that I have been in various kinds of therapy for most of my life since then. I have been given a number of diagnoses by psychiatrists who have spent very little time with me and really do not know me, but all of them carry an enormous stigma, particularly in my family, and require enormous doses of medication that has made me feel not only physically very ill, but more deeply traumatised. I am experiencing a deeply depressing period of my life now, and I wish I could find someone in my town who will consider the PTSD diagnosis and proper treatment for me as an individual.
I feel very isolated and have been estranged from my mother for a year. Every time we try to get past our history, we, mostly she, drags us back into traumatic past events and her assumptions, interpretations, accusations, insults and ultimately abuse. I need help and support but am not finding the support I need yet. Episodes and sypmtoms vary and are always brought on by another traumatic life event. The greatest difficulty I suffer is the lack of an emotionally supportive family. My only brother died tragically 12 years ago and the rest of my extended family are dotted around the globe and the country and are generally out of reach and totally out of contact with what is going on.
I put on a poker face smile, make up and great looking clothes when I have to make public appearances of any description and hide under my blanket, unable to eat or even drink when alone. I most often function at a good and strong level and achieve with reasonable success. However, when verbally or physically abused by someone I thought loved me and I could trust, or if I am to suffer intensive and ongoing criminal infringements on my home, I tend to backslide.
I am not in a good place now, despite having reached out to everyone I possibly can for support. I cannot stand the thought of having to face a night alone, but I don't want to go out either. I wish I had someone here to hold me and counteract my mother's horrendous opinion of me, and remind me how wonderful and kind and sweet and beautiful I am. Tears now...