Senlac Middensitter
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Hello everybody,
Well, you've got to start somewhere. I was diagnosed two years ago with CPTSD at the age of 51, which explained a lot more about anger outbursts, alcohol abuse, hyper-vigilance, constant dread etc. that misdiagnoses of depression, bipolar etc. over the years did. My wife, who is the love of my life, also clearly has CPTSD from her unstable and sometimes abusive childhood and is seeing a psychiatrist; it began to be clear to her what the nature or origins of her problems are as we discussed my diagnosis. My own parents' horrendous childhood experiences and some of their experiences as a young married couple I think contributed to them in some respects not doing an awfully good job as parents when my sister and I were little. It was lovely about ten years ago when my Aunt, with whom we spent quite a lot of time as children, said that I had been "a lovely little boy," as profound guilt and shame at being such a source of trouble and unhappiness are the things which I feel about my childhood, and a lot of my adult life too.
Anyway, two years ago I had another nervous breakdown and started down this road of understanding at least. Yesterday I was sent home from work again for a day or two to try to get some rest as it is pretty clear to me now, as it was to my wife for some weeks already, that I have been overworking and running on empty. She and I powerfully "triggered" each others' trauma responses on Saturday evening; we actually did a much better job at the then being able to talk about it and listen to each other the next day, but yesterday I felt so ill at work, nearly fainted and had a panic attack, the Doctor said I sounded like I was in shock, so I came home to get rest and now I'm lying here now writing this.
To be perfectly honest I feel like a self-indulgent failure - I can't even get a decent reason to have PTSD - I haven't been in a War, I was not sexually abused etc. I was bullied unrelentingly for years as a child and always had a difficult relationship with my parents. Still, the Doctor I was seeing two years ago after my breakdown looked pretty horrified at some of the details, so I do try to trust her judgement, God knows my own doesn't seem to be up to much snuff.
So, I guess that is about it for the moment. Thanks
Well, you've got to start somewhere. I was diagnosed two years ago with CPTSD at the age of 51, which explained a lot more about anger outbursts, alcohol abuse, hyper-vigilance, constant dread etc. that misdiagnoses of depression, bipolar etc. over the years did. My wife, who is the love of my life, also clearly has CPTSD from her unstable and sometimes abusive childhood and is seeing a psychiatrist; it began to be clear to her what the nature or origins of her problems are as we discussed my diagnosis. My own parents' horrendous childhood experiences and some of their experiences as a young married couple I think contributed to them in some respects not doing an awfully good job as parents when my sister and I were little. It was lovely about ten years ago when my Aunt, with whom we spent quite a lot of time as children, said that I had been "a lovely little boy," as profound guilt and shame at being such a source of trouble and unhappiness are the things which I feel about my childhood, and a lot of my adult life too.
Anyway, two years ago I had another nervous breakdown and started down this road of understanding at least. Yesterday I was sent home from work again for a day or two to try to get some rest as it is pretty clear to me now, as it was to my wife for some weeks already, that I have been overworking and running on empty. She and I powerfully "triggered" each others' trauma responses on Saturday evening; we actually did a much better job at the then being able to talk about it and listen to each other the next day, but yesterday I felt so ill at work, nearly fainted and had a panic attack, the Doctor said I sounded like I was in shock, so I came home to get rest and now I'm lying here now writing this.
To be perfectly honest I feel like a self-indulgent failure - I can't even get a decent reason to have PTSD - I haven't been in a War, I was not sexually abused etc. I was bullied unrelentingly for years as a child and always had a difficult relationship with my parents. Still, the Doctor I was seeing two years ago after my breakdown looked pretty horrified at some of the details, so I do try to trust her judgement, God knows my own doesn't seem to be up to much snuff.
So, I guess that is about it for the moment. Thanks