I am not really much different than most of you on here. My PTSD I from a multi car accident. I struggle with SI and have had two ER visits within two months. I felt the shame and embarrassment aft the fact that now my neighbors know, because the fire department and police were here. I don't really know my neighbors very well, just to say hello but still, no one came to see if I was okay the next day. I felt very invisible.
I didn't tell my parents. I didn't want them to think differently of me. I have always been strong and e one people run to for help. I was with the family and whispered to my sis that I had two ER visits due to taking too many meds. She came over and hugged me. I felt loved. Two days later, over egg foo young, I told my folks in a very matter of fact way almost like I was saying "this food is really good and btw, I tied to overdose twice. How is your meal. Mom?"
Both my parents listened and heard how I was feeling. Both said all the right things, I love you, let's get you the right help, and hugs and kisses. I felt like I was there and I was no longer invisible. They know and now I cannot hide my issues any longer. There really are people who care and who want to help.
I also told my childhood friend of thirty years, she was so sad knowing I was going through this alone. I didn't know i mattered anymore. For the first time since the accident I feel like I might have support.
My suggestion for those who have similar circumstances:
Go out and tell someone who doesn't matter to you about your SI
Tell someone closer, perhaps an acquaintance or a friend
Then tell family
Telling is freeing and lifts the veil we walk around wearing daily.
I didn't tell my parents. I didn't want them to think differently of me. I have always been strong and e one people run to for help. I was with the family and whispered to my sis that I had two ER visits due to taking too many meds. She came over and hugged me. I felt loved. Two days later, over egg foo young, I told my folks in a very matter of fact way almost like I was saying "this food is really good and btw, I tied to overdose twice. How is your meal. Mom?"
Both my parents listened and heard how I was feeling. Both said all the right things, I love you, let's get you the right help, and hugs and kisses. I felt like I was there and I was no longer invisible. They know and now I cannot hide my issues any longer. There really are people who care and who want to help.
I also told my childhood friend of thirty years, she was so sad knowing I was going through this alone. I didn't know i mattered anymore. For the first time since the accident I feel like I might have support.
My suggestion for those who have similar circumstances:
Go out and tell someone who doesn't matter to you about your SI
Tell someone closer, perhaps an acquaintance or a friend
Then tell family
Telling is freeing and lifts the veil we walk around wearing daily.