NotMyWorld
Bronze Member
I know I shouldn't feel this way. I know what I suffer is real, but sometimes I get down on myself for snapping at my husband and or someone else or behaving in some other inappropriate way and chalking it up to PTSD. What if it's not the disorder? What if I really am just being rude or mean? I mean, I've always been one to tell people to be strong and not make excuses and here I am pointing so many of my problems on something that happened so very long ago.
I certainly do not in any way mean to minimize ANYBODY'S trauma. I know the serious effects of my own trauma, I just berate myself for not being able to control it better. I get so angry at people who make excuses for not working, or being on welfare, having disastrous relationship after disastrous relationship because that is how I was raised...everybody making excuses. I made it through somehow, despite my trauma, so I feel like other people who haven't suffered shouldn't make excuses and actually try, then maybe this is all because of my trauma.
Maybe I succeed because of the drive to get as far away from my childhood as possible? Then again have I even succeeded? My life is a total mess. My children are too young to understand what I am going through, I hide as much from them as I can. But how do I get a grip on this before my own scars become theirs? I think having children is a major trigger in the last 3 years. I thought I had it under control. Now all I can think of is how my actions will affect them and how to know when it's the disease or just me being weak. Does anyone else feel this way?
I certainly do not in any way mean to minimize ANYBODY'S trauma. I know the serious effects of my own trauma, I just berate myself for not being able to control it better. I get so angry at people who make excuses for not working, or being on welfare, having disastrous relationship after disastrous relationship because that is how I was raised...everybody making excuses. I made it through somehow, despite my trauma, so I feel like other people who haven't suffered shouldn't make excuses and actually try, then maybe this is all because of my trauma.
Maybe I succeed because of the drive to get as far away from my childhood as possible? Then again have I even succeeded? My life is a total mess. My children are too young to understand what I am going through, I hide as much from them as I can. But how do I get a grip on this before my own scars become theirs? I think having children is a major trigger in the last 3 years. I thought I had it under control. Now all I can think of is how my actions will affect them and how to know when it's the disease or just me being weak. Does anyone else feel this way?