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I am obsessed with the thought of it happening, again.
Hi TSG
I was so pleased to see a message on here from you, but very sorry to hear what happened. That's truly, truly awful, I'm so sorry. May I ask? Are you getting any treatment for your trauma and your fears?
It's hard to read your message, to see how this is impacting on your life. Are you being supported well? I understand how difficult it is to be supported sometimes, especially when we're too afraid to go out. I know that well. I am also a 'prisoner', as you rightly described.
I can really, really relate to the first section of your message. Before this happened to me, I was fiercly independent. I jetted off all over the country with work without a second thought about safety, being in danger etc. I wasn't afraid of anything. And then 'it' happened and, within 3 months of it occurring, I realised one day that I couldn't leave the house. I was too scared to leave the house. I just couldn't do it.
Realising this, I called our health service telephone number who got an emergency doctor to speak to me over the telephone. I was deeply concerned, so were they. I was in a bit of a state and spent the first few minutes on the phone not being able to stop crying. What followed was the development of a fantastic support mechanism with the help of my doctor, which I'm grateful for.
However, it has taken me 7 months after trauma to be able to go out again. I am slowly getting there but still find some things absolutely terrifying. Namely, being around people I don't know. Which is frustrating because I used to love meeting new people pre-trauma! I am sure you are the same - I miss my old life and it is frustrating to me that I can't just go jump on the train and go shopping, I can't just walk into a workplace I don't know without considerable anxiety. I can't just go out to watch a band as I used to (YET!!).
As a lot of girls will experience, I got 'hit' on by this guy the other day when I had challenged myself to get the train. I was absolutely terrified. I stuttered my way out of the situation and ran off heart racing, panic and with genuine fear. I was so annoyed at myself for reacting in this way. Pre-trauma, I would've confidently laughed the situation off, thrown in a bit of charm and sent them on their way. When this happened the other week, I looked down at my hands shaking and had to fight back the tears when I said to myself, 'what happened to you? where are you? where did you go?'
Oh, please excuse me. I'm rather emotional today! Reading your message really hit home with me, considering I could relate to it so much. Oh, apologies (looks up at typing) I'm afraid I have gone on a little bit here about myself, which wasn't intended considering you were kind enough to share your thoughts and feelings with me. I am so grateful that you have shared your experience with me. I just hope you are being supported and that you are OK. If I can help you...anyone on here...with anything from afar, do let me know. I'd be very happy to hear from you or anyone on here who'd like to talk, get things off their chest etc.
I hope you have a peaceful day/evening - thanks again for reassuring me about this awful symptom.
S xxx
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