First of all, I would just like to offer my thanks to everyone posting here.
I'm 30, female, and have been living with PTSD since I was 19, due to several traumatic incidents involving people around me/my family members being killed, or dying. I was almost killed myself, twice in one short span. One such incident occurred the evening of my older sister's death, when some idiot woman crashed into my car, took off and left me for dead. I was pregnant. Little did I know that I would be suffering with Preeclampsia alongside my injuries, and a few months later I lost so much blood during delivery they were about to declare me dead. I somehow survived and was confined to a MISERABLE hospital for some time. I still get violently angry about that.
Anyway.
I ended up here because of a Google search about triggers related to arguing, as that is a HUGE problem for me. I always just thought I was just weak or possibly stunted, but no. Reading the stories of others helped me to realize something that has eluded me; There's something about disapproval of others that sends me over the edge, sometimes almost literally. Arguments are so far the only cause of any fleeting suicidal thoughts I have experienced. Let me be clear, I do not ever want to commit suicide!
The thoughts do go away after I can numb myself, but anyone suffering this condition knows about going from 0 to the absolute extreme in seconds. What I'll call "Normal everyday people" do not understand this at all and only make me feel worse about myself due to their mocking, so I have to be uber strong when that happens. I do everything I can to avoid doing anything that would land me in an argument, except for when I'm in a 'dark place' and have no idea what I'm saying/doing....scary.
I also can't speak properly to people I don't know. It's like I know that they know I'm off, so I uncontrollably break down in a flood of tears and have to run away, especially at the grocery store or any normal place. Sometimes I pretend to be deaf so they won't try and strike up a conversation. Ugh.
I cannot take medications because they for some reason enable more frequent black-outs and sleepwalking episodes, which I have no memory of, not even pieces. Due to medications like Alprazolam or Diazepam, I have years' worth of memories completely GONE. Things that from what I'm told, should be the happiest memories a person could have...When I had clarity, I dumped these vile medicines. They prevented me from living. No, I didn't abuse them, I just have bad reactions to any medicines, really. I know that some people have success with medicine, I am just not one of them.
That's part of my story.
Well, again I want to offer my thanks to everyone here, and anyone who read this. I will most likely just be a lurker, because I believe I can learn more thoroughly from others, like you wonderful and brave people! Thank you so much, and stay strong.
-L
I'm 30, female, and have been living with PTSD since I was 19, due to several traumatic incidents involving people around me/my family members being killed, or dying. I was almost killed myself, twice in one short span. One such incident occurred the evening of my older sister's death, when some idiot woman crashed into my car, took off and left me for dead. I was pregnant. Little did I know that I would be suffering with Preeclampsia alongside my injuries, and a few months later I lost so much blood during delivery they were about to declare me dead. I somehow survived and was confined to a MISERABLE hospital for some time. I still get violently angry about that.
Anyway.
I ended up here because of a Google search about triggers related to arguing, as that is a HUGE problem for me. I always just thought I was just weak or possibly stunted, but no. Reading the stories of others helped me to realize something that has eluded me; There's something about disapproval of others that sends me over the edge, sometimes almost literally. Arguments are so far the only cause of any fleeting suicidal thoughts I have experienced. Let me be clear, I do not ever want to commit suicide!
The thoughts do go away after I can numb myself, but anyone suffering this condition knows about going from 0 to the absolute extreme in seconds. What I'll call "Normal everyday people" do not understand this at all and only make me feel worse about myself due to their mocking, so I have to be uber strong when that happens. I do everything I can to avoid doing anything that would land me in an argument, except for when I'm in a 'dark place' and have no idea what I'm saying/doing....scary.
I also can't speak properly to people I don't know. It's like I know that they know I'm off, so I uncontrollably break down in a flood of tears and have to run away, especially at the grocery store or any normal place. Sometimes I pretend to be deaf so they won't try and strike up a conversation. Ugh.
I cannot take medications because they for some reason enable more frequent black-outs and sleepwalking episodes, which I have no memory of, not even pieces. Due to medications like Alprazolam or Diazepam, I have years' worth of memories completely GONE. Things that from what I'm told, should be the happiest memories a person could have...When I had clarity, I dumped these vile medicines. They prevented me from living. No, I didn't abuse them, I just have bad reactions to any medicines, really. I know that some people have success with medicine, I am just not one of them.
That's part of my story.
Well, again I want to offer my thanks to everyone here, and anyone who read this. I will most likely just be a lurker, because I believe I can learn more thoroughly from others, like you wonderful and brave people! Thank you so much, and stay strong.
-L
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