didithappen
Bronze Member
I know I have severe PTSD, from childhood trauma as a 14 year old boy, and up until my son (now 18 months old) was born I had no memories or idea. From my sons birth it has been a rollercoaster of flooding memories, sometimes new, sometimes just more detail.
I have nightmares, flashbacks, all the usual, but never noticed until Saturday that I disassociate, I was out with my brother-in-law for a few beers, having a good evening, then suddenly I felt the pub fall in on me, it was like I was being squashed, I said to my brother-in-law I am popping out for air.
I remember going outside, and then the next memory is getting my phone out of my pocket to see who is ringing me. It was the brother-in-law, asking me where I am, I look around and tell him. "what the hell are you doing there, on way, stay there".
No idea how I got there, but I had managed to go to the next town. Either by train, taxi or walk, but no idea.
When my brother-in-law arrived my top was shredded, I had ripped the armpits and down the centre on the front.
Since then I am now noticing after I zone out, or end up somewhere. But it answers the years of having conversations that I have no recall of, or going somewhere and for me no memory. Or meeting someone that knows me, but I have never seen them before.
What have I become?
I have nightmares, flashbacks, all the usual, but never noticed until Saturday that I disassociate, I was out with my brother-in-law for a few beers, having a good evening, then suddenly I felt the pub fall in on me, it was like I was being squashed, I said to my brother-in-law I am popping out for air.
I remember going outside, and then the next memory is getting my phone out of my pocket to see who is ringing me. It was the brother-in-law, asking me where I am, I look around and tell him. "what the hell are you doing there, on way, stay there".
No idea how I got there, but I had managed to go to the next town. Either by train, taxi or walk, but no idea.
When my brother-in-law arrived my top was shredded, I had ripped the armpits and down the centre on the front.
Since then I am now noticing after I zone out, or end up somewhere. But it answers the years of having conversations that I have no recall of, or going somewhere and for me no memory. Or meeting someone that knows me, but I have never seen them before.
What have I become?