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Do People Fake PTSD?

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Oh, and I am pissed off about people faking ptsd, because that makes it harder for the others to get help, and people cling to the negative often and that becomes a bias, a prejudice which can do harm. But with the fakers, it is likely an underlying illness? I'm not sure though. There's probably a variety of reasons or causes.
 
That was a really pleasant thing to say, Nishkaa. I had zero thoughts along that line, assuming only that anyone faking PTSD is doing so for mercenary and therefore annoying reasons. I have to say that even thinking it might be due to some underlying illness is a way to put a positive spin on it, and a much more pleasant thought-thank you! Much less cynical than my knee-jerk take!
 
Well with people faking Combat PTSD, its usually for a financial gain. But with PTSD in general it could also be those seeking attention. They are only simple reasons.
But I personally would trade anything in this world to have my life, my thoughts, and my health back.

Jimmy
 
Which is SO why(Jimmy's post) the knee jerk reaction in the first place. It's not some bizarre, 'this is my club, get out' mentality, it's just so personal and who we are and really really never wished to be. 'They' say ( they being faceless, nameless entities of various professions blah blah blah ) do not label and identify yourself AS your disorder. Well OK. Will do. However, unless I do sort of check back in with the stupid thing every, single day and ALLOW it, I can't get a grip on all the various crap it's left in my head and stick it where it belongs so I CAN get on with the day in a nice, normal fashion. It would indeed be very nice to not HAVE to have this thing, and those who choose it as their fake livelihood just drive me right up the wall.
 
Well said Anni.

When I first got hit with the symptoms-- I didn't know what they heck was going on, I just felt insane and it was messing up my functioning at school, why I can't concentrate on reading anything, why I'm having this inner freaking out in group work (conflict resolution "role plays" totally triggered me and I didn't understand why [it was because it geared me up to expect violence, even though not rational, my body did that, and I lost inner control-- outwardly, I ran to washroom to hide my myself, til I could re-gain control). I didn't understand that "this was panic attack", and "that was a flashback", etc. When I was told that it was likely PTSD, and not some form of schizophrenia, I thought okay, wow, good-- I won't have to be on meds for my lifetime and I'm not actually insane. But then I get the qualifier, but it's likely you will suffer this for some years.

No financial gain whatsoever of this condition, it's big financial loss.

Jimmy wrote: "But I personally would trade anything in this world to have my life, my thoughts, and my health back." Yes! Me too!

What became difficult for me also was once knowing this is ptsd, and having figured out some of the content of my reacting, and then something really bad happening in my lifeworld (really life threatening), to go to the hospital and not be beleived cause they are in "medical model' mode, ignore circumstance. And if they were confusing me with a faker, because I had partial awareness of this being ptsd-connected, in the swirl it's sent my head into (cause environment situation was not safe, and it was complicated-- and "outside of the normal range of experiencing"). This was frustrating: did they think this was "attention seeking"? I only go to the hospital, one because there's a pscyhiatrist shortage here, and 2) a counsellor shortage and 3) I was panicked about my safety and safety of others, and I was trying to take action, not only internally, but also externally, re: police, lawyers. What happened, was the chaos related to sociopath exposure and some really heavy stuff coming down, their abuse was getting exposed, under scruitiny of police and child care authorities, and a court case. . . and my life was threatened because they had friends who could do this, and know how to do this without the legal repercussions, cause they know the lines-- it's against the law to threaten a person's life, but how it was done, it would get thrown out of court (I was locked up in a garage, patches were flashed, handfull of bullets and verbal threat)-- it was a context beyond those front line hospital staff people.

So the fakers out there, while this dangerous situation was presenting in my life, and I'm not being beleived and my life and other lives were being threatened, I was shown the easy access to the "means" to deliver it (flashed a handful of silver bullets, .45s. . .?), the "patches" watch your back. I was being scapegoated, a distraction, cause one of the sociopaths knew that her games presented some deadly risks because of one thing happening in one part of her life and her association with these patches at another level.

I had to handle it with no back up or support for myself, no system response. I found a connection, got my way to the "General", just so that I was known, so he could know indirectly that I find their stuff to be none-of-my-business, I'm not a threat, I'm not "scratcy" and just so those other aholes knew, not to intimidate me. I didn't bring up what had happened, because I didn't want anyone to die (no matter how pissed off I was, and how sickeningly their crime was-- it was patch business, but there's a way they take care of that stuff internally).

It's just a situation, I had to handle on my own, without support, without another rational person helping me calculate risks, re: legal and re: how to approximate and evaluate that threat.

I was not "faking" and the situation was dangerous, it had risks that I had to figure out how to manage to keep myself safe, while containing possible risks to others safety, and manage all the trauma of this lenthy prolonged trauma situation that resulted in my life being threatened. The bottom line, stay away from sociopathic people. The General, he was okay, a reasonable person when I was there, he was not an idiot or anything. I think he somehow might have recognized my ptsd though, just mild dissociation stuff, he was quite generous, hospitable, decent, approachable. He also let me know that I was "family", so that actually was a comfort that I needed to hear. The boys treated me really well too, and that also helped me feel better, more safe. At the same time, I know it's good to stay away from things, not getting pulled into anything. It's another spin on 1%-- that percent our society ignores, that aren't there for us, so have to take it into one's own hands, work with nothing, pull together.

Where I live, actual PTSD treatment is hard to get, despite the diagnosis. If I had earlier treatment response, I could have been smarter about avoiding sociopaths, recognize the abusive patterns before falling into it, know that I have a right to pull away without guilt, and do that earlier.

There used to be more PTSD treatment options, a hospital, some out-patient programs, but those got cut. Some people might have "over-used" those services, e.g. over-dependent, I don't know? I do know that it sucks that they're gone now, when I could have benefited significantly from them earlier on with this disorder. There are people on the front-line, their own group-talk, thinking they're all 'tough, hardened, won't get fooled again" sort of thing, but that can displace real people who are presenting real problems, who need more than just support, 'love' or whatever. I don't need 'love' I just need to steer clear of bs, so I don't "get fooled again".

Ha, but I laugh, that I'm still alive! But I am angry. I feel rage about it sometimes. I have to cool it down. It was a lot of energy to not smack that rotten person who played these power games on me, threatened my life. . . I've let myself visualize doing that. But then I have to release my anger energy safely and not against my self (which I was also predisposed to do), externalize it, take care of it within, exercise, pound at an inanimate object, whatever.

Survival-- the mother of invention ;-) :)
 
Woops, I leaked out some crazy disclosures.

What's happened where I lived and in our health care system that's supposed to be "universal" access is not so for people with serious PTSD. I'm frustrated that mental health didn't work harder to secure those programs to help us. One guy who headed a program got recalled back to work more directly with Vets, but it's left some of us other, genuine PTSD cases lack of access to help to help us stabilize our symptoms.
Big pharmacy has taken over our hospitals and it has displaced PTSD treatment.

What's just ironic about my story about the 1%-ers, it that I got far better treatment and assurance of my safety, then the hospital could provide-- and just what does that say about front-line mental health help where I live!!! I wasn't going to be stupid and say too much and start out a crazy legal process. In fact, I had checked in with a lawyer first to make sure I was clear on disclosure, confidentiality-- because there were real risks to my safety. I was also invited to the clubhouse, but I knew I couldn't handle direct exposure to the one's who threatened my life-- I'd be really angry, I'd spill some things out which could put other lives at risk. General had a general sense that something happened, but didn't push anything. What I needed was to just open up the lines of communication, in case that sociopath ex-friend was going to pursue starting up other crap with me. The situation is reasonably contained now. At least it was nothing to do from up high above, and just confined locally with her own circle of 'patched friends' (whom she was manipulating and trying to set me up-- when I had no business with that business, but she set traps for me to be a witness infront of those others-- she was just a nasty control freak and she knew she messed up and their were consequences-- so being the sociopath that she was-- was trying to set negative attention towards me)

I suppose, the hospital really couldn't have advised me on this, and I think I had to figure it out on my own (in the midst of major ptsd crisis crap going on with me-- if they could have at least taught me how to reg-round from it, it would have been way easier for me-- instead, they were denying what had happened, wouldn't listen, wouldn't give me a space to work it out-- and that damaged.

I think the people who have conned the hospitals with "fake ptsd" has had effect on me getting actual help, and for the crap I was dealing with, to take it seriously.

Anyway, I am alive, and screw them, all of them.
 
Hi Nishkaa,

we haven't run into each other yet on the threads, even though I've seen your name around and peaked at some of your posts. Nice to meet you. I am sorry that you didn't get the support you needed when you were looking for it. From what I can gather, it was pretty brave for you to reach out. I can tell you're quite a survivor. I was very fortunate to be at a place where people understood PTSD and got me proper care right away when it started. I can't even imagine how much harder this must have made things for you. Your being here is a testimony to your endurance and resourcefulness. Good luck expanding on all the resources you've found so far!

Best,
Bluecat
 
Bluecat,

Thank you very much for acknowledging that it has been a stressfull loss not having access to help when I first got sick. I had a psychiatrist who was way out of it, didn't behave professionally nor ethically, to refer me to specific ptsd help. Yeah, I remained sick, and that also set me up for further victimization (my psychiatrist was so clueless-- e.g. I asked him things about "boundaries" and he didn't get it. He said "there are no boundaries" like he was off on some Buddhist thing, without any insight whatsoever, and no being present to what I was presenting and seeking help for, but I didn't know any better, and I was just trying to stay alive).

It was very hard to reach out for help, especially also after that hospital experience. I needed help, but I was terrified to go back to the hospital and then the stress of not even having a psychiatrist to help with meds adjustments (just a really crappy GP at the time, who wasn't trained at all re: trauma). That hospital experience really traumatized me so that I had horrible panic attacks when I tried to get help, when it was absolutely necessary and I couldn't hang on any longer. I had big "white coat" problem, my BP would shoot through the roof, when I didn't have such a severe reaction before.

I spill my stuff out here, I don't know if people really believe me or not, I've had to detach from that expectation and just speak out anyway, because I need to, for my own recovery.

Thanks for acknowledging my inner resourcefulness, that helps remind me that I am infact quite strong and resilient and it is something I can take some pride in. I had to feel that at the time of trying to handle that insane situation, that's what I had to tell myself to come up with a creative solution. I'm really lucky that 1%-er was really cool and resonable and decent with me, it could have been so much worse, really and if I think of anyone else who would have to face a similar situation. The other dark reality, and I won't go into too much speculation, but there's also a reputation. But he helped give me a sense of safety which is what I was really needing, and he made it so by giving me "family" status, he even said to me that if I ever needed any help with anything, he'd be there for me-- I mean, wow.

But not the same treatment from the damn hospital-- I mean that speaks volumes IMO. The 'brothers' also treating me with respect (and that doesn't always happen for women, eh), but had to do with who I knew,the acquaintance I knew from way back from my youth, and he was always decent (even though his addictions really caught up with him-- and he also died from them, not long after-- it wasn't a 'hot shot' so I was glad about that-- the family protection, one less thing to worry about). That he could see that I wasn't about bs, and in his position he has to be a good judge of character, that's also life and death.

I've certainly felt like an outcast from society/ I lost my functioning, it got me when I went back to school-- so no extended benefits-- yet didn't I do amazingly as someone recovering from being a highschool drop out. I never wanted to allow the "story-lines" of what I'd been through, to affect reaching forward, climbing my way out. I could have just wounded up on welfare and given up long ago, and yet here I am on disability, not by choice at all. I worked hard, even in highschool, had full employment on top of that which was better so that I had a place to be and not at home, and I was determined to not be a "bum" like my mom. But my perspective has shifted, and I am a lot more humble, that my PTSD caught up with me, just as it must have been happening with my mom (but also some "personality disorders" in my mom too, at that time).

I'm free in that it doesn't matter whether others believe me or not, my recovery can't depend on that. But you know, it sure is nice to be validated. And when I read what you wrote, I felt some tears coming forward. I guess maybe having to do with have the human being part of myself validated.

I'm very grateful for this. It's a kind gesture, a kind grace which is healing and it says I'm a human being and I have suffered and you have heard me and you got it; you understood. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart and soul. I feel mostly like I'm at "the point of no return", I passed that threshhold years ago and I tend to feel like an alienated ghost, a trail of dead behind me. I can't even re-accept a new mythology, a program that says everything is okay. But it's okay too, because where I'm at is in being honestly engaged with things, and I believe I will overcome it. I don't take things for granted, so a simple gesture of "I've heard you", creates miles of comfort within and I am deeply grateful.

Thank you for reaching over to me.
Sincerely,
~(I still have to use my fake name, still for my safety reasons ;-) , sorry about that :) )
 
I am not sure whether I am PTSD sufferer or not. Some symptoms are alike, but my experience would certainly sound trivial to many of you. Someone said that sometimes when we are in suffering, we seek for a label. My doctor told me I could be a PTSD sufferer and I'm finding out more about it. However I wouldn't say to anyone I have PTSD, just that there are some symptoms that I share with many people who posted in here. I first stated researching about Borderline disorder, because it fits me on many points and that's when my psichiatrist told me I Should research about PTSD. So... I may never find a disorder that fits me entirely. The point is that there was a period of my life that was so overwhelming that I feel I was never the same again, although I was depressed at the time and someone could claim that it was a biological matter.
 
Hi Nishkaa,

I believe you and I think people on the forum do to. I think I know know what you mean when you say things like 'point of no return' etc. I've been at that place before. Its pretty clear you've been through some tough shit.

The mental health system in some countries really sucks. But I hope you'll keep looking for help. If you can't find someone knowledgable about PTSD, I hope you'll find at least a therapist who can listen with compassion and be emotionally supportive. You've got a lot to talk about sounds like. Once I started talking, I couldn't stop for several years straight, I had so much saved up, lol.

I am glad my post gave you some encouragment, I've gotten a lot of support here for myself too, support and encouragment seem to go round and round in here : )

Take care and stay safe,

Bluecat
 
I thought one of the rules of the forum is to respect another's post whether you like it or not. I've had people comment negatively to what I've posted. I simply don't respond. You simply respect what they say and get on with what the forum is about. Expressing our experiences feeling etc. And ideally supporting each other.
 
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