northstar84
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I thought about posting a really long explanation of my past in here...but I erased it. To be brief I've been in therapy since last August up until this past month when my therapist left for the summer to deal with family issues (I see a psychologist on campus--yes a Dr. not a counsellor). I went into therapy feeling desperate and not really knowing what she'd diagnose me with...but I certainly didn't expect PTSD. I sort of lived my life thinking that nothing really happened to me, bc Ive spent my life seeing bad things happen around me:
*Early childhood--father alcoholic, mother bi-polar--physical violence on occasion (mom kicking/beating dad).
*Following parents divorce (2 mo. later) my Mom started socialising with my brother's 6th grade teacher who from the start of the school yr to the following summer was grooming and sexually abusing my brother. I knew the entire time for reasons I cant remember...
*After it was figured out there was abuse, my mom filed charges. I lived in a small town..this was a very popular teacher. We were on the news, in the newspapers, I lost all of my friends & pretty much the only way of life I'd ever known.
*All of the aftermath..which is fuzzy. brother severely affected, violent, psychotic, etc. told me he was planning on killing himself, etc.
*Mom remarried another abusive man. he was very emotionally/psychologically abusive. never hit anyone...just threw large objects at the walls when angry. among other things...idk.
*I was sexually assaulted at the age of 18, first date...first kiss(no this is not what i am referring to as the assault), pretty much got taken advantage of by an older man, though I totally blame myself for this one.
*2 traumatic hospital stays---very low wbc, thought I bone marrow cancer or leukaemia (this is a looonnng story).
I'm sure there are other things, but I do have a fuzzy strange memory. It has been very hard to accept that anything happened to me at all. I can remember sitting in the bathroom with the cordless phone, hands shaking waiting for the cue to call 911. My therapist thinks thats where my brain lives. Stuck somewhere....
The way I have coped with these issues has either been brilliantly, or horrendously. I went into therapy with severe ocd symptoms...but apparently my obsessiveness and paranoia are related to the PTSD. when things are bad...you cannot convince me I'm not dying.
I don't know what else to say.
Thanks for reading.
*Early childhood--father alcoholic, mother bi-polar--physical violence on occasion (mom kicking/beating dad).
*Following parents divorce (2 mo. later) my Mom started socialising with my brother's 6th grade teacher who from the start of the school yr to the following summer was grooming and sexually abusing my brother. I knew the entire time for reasons I cant remember...
*After it was figured out there was abuse, my mom filed charges. I lived in a small town..this was a very popular teacher. We were on the news, in the newspapers, I lost all of my friends & pretty much the only way of life I'd ever known.
*All of the aftermath..which is fuzzy. brother severely affected, violent, psychotic, etc. told me he was planning on killing himself, etc.
*Mom remarried another abusive man. he was very emotionally/psychologically abusive. never hit anyone...just threw large objects at the walls when angry. among other things...idk.
*I was sexually assaulted at the age of 18, first date...first kiss(no this is not what i am referring to as the assault), pretty much got taken advantage of by an older man, though I totally blame myself for this one.
*2 traumatic hospital stays---very low wbc, thought I bone marrow cancer or leukaemia (this is a looonnng story).
I'm sure there are other things, but I do have a fuzzy strange memory. It has been very hard to accept that anything happened to me at all. I can remember sitting in the bathroom with the cordless phone, hands shaking waiting for the cue to call 911. My therapist thinks thats where my brain lives. Stuck somewhere....
The way I have coped with these issues has either been brilliantly, or horrendously. I went into therapy with severe ocd symptoms...but apparently my obsessiveness and paranoia are related to the PTSD. when things are bad...you cannot convince me I'm not dying.
I don't know what else to say.
Thanks for reading.