Caterpillar
Silver Member
I'm not very comfortable posting here because I don't feel like anything bad enough has happened in my life to justify PTSD. But denial hasn't done me a lot of favors so far, so I figure I'll take the chance.
I was actually diagnosed with PTSD in 2011 after a long series of people I was very close to attempting (and in one case succeeding at) suicide. I wrote it off as a wrong diagnosis because I didn't think the situations were bad enough to justify PTSD. The psychologist who made the diagnosis said that PTSD is simply what happens when all our coping mechanisms are exceeded, that there are no rules for what can land each of us in that place, which is probably one of the few insightful things a psychological professional has ever said to me.
Then this January my fiance, who I'd convinced myself was the exception to the rest of my life and mentally healthy, had a sudden manic psychotic break. He was forcibly hospitalized and while I don't feel like going into details, the hospital practiced some bad medicine and he nearly died. The night we were physically torn apart in the visiting room and I was forced to leave him to be further abused by their system did something to my mind. Despite my diagnosis, nothing before that had *completely* broken through my coping mechanisms. That did. The high doses of anti-psychotics I take for my bipolar disorder suppress the majority of the visual flashbacks (I got a taste of what it would be like without them when I switched meds and it was horrible). They're not stopping the emotional flashbacks, or the crippling anxiety, or the intrusive thoughts and paranoia, though.
One of the most frustrating parts is that I know a great deal about PTSD. I learned over the years to help all those suffering around me, but have now found myself powerless to control the exact same symptoms in myself.
I should add that everything in my life is "okay" now. Fiance is okay and properly medicated. I should be happy about how far we've come and about the future ahead. But I can't seem to get unstuck from the feelings of the past. I feel like I lost a piece of myself that night. The piece had probably been shaken loose and damaged by everything that came before, but up until that moment it was at least still *there*. I really need that piece back, because my confidence and any ability to trust was attached to it, among other important things.
I'm doing the "right" things, taking my medication and doing DBT therapy. It just doesn't seem to be helping much. So I came here, I guess in the hopes of getting more ideas to help, or at least a place to safely complain.
I was actually diagnosed with PTSD in 2011 after a long series of people I was very close to attempting (and in one case succeeding at) suicide. I wrote it off as a wrong diagnosis because I didn't think the situations were bad enough to justify PTSD. The psychologist who made the diagnosis said that PTSD is simply what happens when all our coping mechanisms are exceeded, that there are no rules for what can land each of us in that place, which is probably one of the few insightful things a psychological professional has ever said to me.
Then this January my fiance, who I'd convinced myself was the exception to the rest of my life and mentally healthy, had a sudden manic psychotic break. He was forcibly hospitalized and while I don't feel like going into details, the hospital practiced some bad medicine and he nearly died. The night we were physically torn apart in the visiting room and I was forced to leave him to be further abused by their system did something to my mind. Despite my diagnosis, nothing before that had *completely* broken through my coping mechanisms. That did. The high doses of anti-psychotics I take for my bipolar disorder suppress the majority of the visual flashbacks (I got a taste of what it would be like without them when I switched meds and it was horrible). They're not stopping the emotional flashbacks, or the crippling anxiety, or the intrusive thoughts and paranoia, though.
One of the most frustrating parts is that I know a great deal about PTSD. I learned over the years to help all those suffering around me, but have now found myself powerless to control the exact same symptoms in myself.
I should add that everything in my life is "okay" now. Fiance is okay and properly medicated. I should be happy about how far we've come and about the future ahead. But I can't seem to get unstuck from the feelings of the past. I feel like I lost a piece of myself that night. The piece had probably been shaken loose and damaged by everything that came before, but up until that moment it was at least still *there*. I really need that piece back, because my confidence and any ability to trust was attached to it, among other important things.
I'm doing the "right" things, taking my medication and doing DBT therapy. It just doesn't seem to be helping much. So I came here, I guess in the hopes of getting more ideas to help, or at least a place to safely complain.