As a carer of a 16yr old daughter who has just been diagnosed with complicated PTSD, I was using my day off work today to try to find some further answers and stumbled on this site. God what a relief!! When I say just diagnosed, it was on Saturday that she got to meet with an Auckland pyschiatrist who decided after reading copious notes spanning about 10 years that she didn't just have PTSD but Complex/Complicated PTSD. Before she had been diagnosed with General Anxiety disorder. Its a long story and I don't want to bog everyone down, but I was interested in reading the above posts, because it feels to me, as a mum, that it is so difficult being a 'normal' mum to my daughter. Sometimes I feel I let her off too easy, not wanted to make her feel worse, sometimes I put my foot down, only to find out she has hacked at her arm again. I feel like I am walking on a very thin tightrope most of the time, and I feel so useless and hopeless because the one thing I want to do is help her to be happy because she is my daughter and I love her so much. But there is nothing so bad as watching her continually fighting her demons inside and not being able to help take them away. Don't get me wrong, I don't just lie down and let her walk all over me, but its that feeling of being on edge when I do discipline her because I am never sure of the outcome. One night I told her off for not eating the meal she said she wanted, I didn't yell at her or anything. The next thing she was running out the door in the pitch black to go god knows where, but we live by a river and that terrified me. I thought she had gone to throw herself in there. So I jumped in the car and drove the short distance to the river got out running up and down the banks I couldn't see her anywhere. I was crying and yelling out her name and felt like screaming but managed to drive back home thinking I would ring the police. When I got there she was standing in the garden. I was so angry and scared I didn't know what to do. In the end I just went inside, she followed and sat down in the lounge. I turned everything off, lights tv etc and went to bed, not saying a word. The next thing she comes in crying, saying she is sorry and talked about alot of stuff that was in her head at that time. I felt relief but also a kind of sick feeling that I was lucky that time. So yeah it is so damn hard dealing with all of this, yet she is a lovely girl that I pray will make it to being a lovely woman. She is on medication Seraquel and is coming off citalopram slowly before she takes Venlafaxine Efexor. She hears voices in her head telling her that her time is up, they are getting worse and so are her suicidal tendencies. So any ideas on how to help me help her would be greatly appreciated.