Sometimes I can't believe I actually enrolled in a year long course, which pretty much means i'm stuck in a room with the same people for 3 days a week. I was extremely quiet when I first started, and have done my best to avoid getting close to everyone there, although they all claim to feel close to each other now. For me, I feel like i am faking it just to survive in there, although I do at times find that I can be vocal in discussions and outspoken, like I can be online, where it feels safer to type out my opinions and thoughts.
Some of the more outspoken, stronger women there see me as one of them I think, even though I don't have piercings or tatts etc. and I do have a lot to say as art therapy is kind of my thing, and i've been doing my own therapy since I was 17. It is a good group though, and people there are engaged and interesting...though I have trouble with one guy who keeps taking his shit out on me, and others there...and it's become a bit of a problem.
But I'm the same as far as not liking people walking behind me...even if it is a fair distance away. I will stop and pretend to read a bus timetable and let them pass. I prefer to walk behind people, and still like to hole up in my place, with just my kitty. But I am getting pretty sick of being alone, that's for sure.
I do push myself to go to parties, when I am invited...and have surprised myself at times, as I often end up being the last one standing, even though I didn't really want to go in the first place. It feels like my fear of people is not as intense as it used to be, and I was a lot more anti social than I am today, though it does feel like I have pushed myself when I didn't really want to go outside at times.
I have cut off from my parents and brothers as they are just too damaging to be around, and I walked around for ages feeling like that physical boundary, that armor I once had was completely missing, and I not only had thin skin, but it was as though I'd been flayed alive. I had NO skin at all and was one big walking open wound.
I seem to be a lot more resilient than how I used to be, but I do know that I bury a lot of upsetting emotions when stuff happens, like getting attacked and maliciously gossiped about by my ex manager. I have hardly left my house except to buy food and go to school since that happened. I don't like very noisy windy nights, when I hear every little thing happening outside and think it is someone trying to get into my place, when it's just a twig falling on the roof, or a door getting blown by the wind. I don't sleep on nights like that.
But yeah, I've convinced myself that PTSD has faded from my life, but there are some things that definitely haven't changed. I have improved in some areas though, and that needs to be acknowledged. School can be triggering, and I still feel like I am the odd one out there, and don't have any particular 'clique', but then again, I didn't go there to make friends or be in one...and I'm used to be an outsider.