TruelyTasha
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I'm Tasha, and I'm a 30 year old woman with PTSD. For me it started when I was 5 with around three years of sexual abuse by my babysitter's husband. I buried everything, "forgot", and never told a soul until I was a young adult. As a child and teenager, I was subject to my parents failing marriage and domestic violence.
This left me as a first year in college, severely depressed. With little support, I made it through college, mainly sleeping and attending class alternately. After transferring to an out of state school 1,000 miles from my home, I scraped through college and graduated with a B.S. in Ecology. After returning to my hometown to work with a camp for a summer, I made the treck back to school with one class to complete my degree. I became severely depressed, and after a week of arguing, broke up with my girlfriend.
After pressure from my mother, I made plans to return to my hometown. Severely depressed, I spent the school year working for a local middle school and the camp where I had previously worked. One day at the camp while I was overseeing the zipline an accident occurred and we had to call a "code" on an injured camper. I handled the situation perfectly, until I couldn't calm down afterwards. Within a week I was self-harming and suicidal and had to be hospitalized at the local psychiatric facility. It was like my world had blown up in my face.
After being diagnosed with DID, I was repeatedly hospitalized and my family didn't know what to do. I got awarded disability payments and SSI but it was never enough for me to live on my own.Years passed in a blurred cycle of hospitalizations, self-harm, dependency on my family and never ending depression. Nightmares and insomnia plagued my life.
I slipped into a pattern of running away, and moved back and forth between my hometown and Boston, Massachusetts. I've made the 1,000+ mile journey many times, and moved around often, and even was homeless for a short amount of time.
While in one hospital, I met my current partner, though the relationship would take a while to develop. She has been an incredibly stabilizing force in my life, and with the help of a therapist and groups, I am at a place where I have stopped running. I am now focused on moving towards employment and hope to start working again part-time within the next few months, and return to school for a certificate program for medical laboratory technicians in the fall.
That's a little blurb about me, I am happy meet you all!
I'm Tasha, and I'm a 30 year old woman with PTSD. For me it started when I was 5 with around three years of sexual abuse by my babysitter's husband. I buried everything, "forgot", and never told a soul until I was a young adult. As a child and teenager, I was subject to my parents failing marriage and domestic violence.
This left me as a first year in college, severely depressed. With little support, I made it through college, mainly sleeping and attending class alternately. After transferring to an out of state school 1,000 miles from my home, I scraped through college and graduated with a B.S. in Ecology. After returning to my hometown to work with a camp for a summer, I made the treck back to school with one class to complete my degree. I became severely depressed, and after a week of arguing, broke up with my girlfriend.
After pressure from my mother, I made plans to return to my hometown. Severely depressed, I spent the school year working for a local middle school and the camp where I had previously worked. One day at the camp while I was overseeing the zipline an accident occurred and we had to call a "code" on an injured camper. I handled the situation perfectly, until I couldn't calm down afterwards. Within a week I was self-harming and suicidal and had to be hospitalized at the local psychiatric facility. It was like my world had blown up in my face.
After being diagnosed with DID, I was repeatedly hospitalized and my family didn't know what to do. I got awarded disability payments and SSI but it was never enough for me to live on my own.Years passed in a blurred cycle of hospitalizations, self-harm, dependency on my family and never ending depression. Nightmares and insomnia plagued my life.
I slipped into a pattern of running away, and moved back and forth between my hometown and Boston, Massachusetts. I've made the 1,000+ mile journey many times, and moved around often, and even was homeless for a short amount of time.
While in one hospital, I met my current partner, though the relationship would take a while to develop. She has been an incredibly stabilizing force in my life, and with the help of a therapist and groups, I am at a place where I have stopped running. I am now focused on moving towards employment and hope to start working again part-time within the next few months, and return to school for a certificate program for medical laboratory technicians in the fall.
That's a little blurb about me, I am happy meet you all!
