littlelostchild
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Other diseases can be terminal. Tumors can be inoperable, bacteria can be too overwhelming to the immune system, etc. So it stands to reason that some forms of PTSD (especially the complex variety) can't be cured (I'm not really looking for a cure, but a way to live).
I have been seeing a psychiatrist for over a year now, pretty much once a week, and although some progress has been made, I feel like I'm done - I haven't slept through the night in months, I can't relax, I don't care about anything. I'm 50 and maybe I've lived with this illness for too long or my coping strategies are too entrenched. I believe that the illness and my brain wiring are too connected to be successfully treated in order to coexist. I was sexually abused by my father, grandfather and uncle. The abuse spanned at least a decade and I became a perfectionist who went into a caregiving profession which I was very good at. I haven't worked in over a year, which makes me feel like crap. My husband is amazingly supportive even though I don't seem to be getting better. We have 2 terrific adult children. When I was previously despondent, I thought of them and how difficult it would be for them, but people are resilient.
The PTSD wouldn't kill me per se, as I would have to end my own life - the death would take a less direct route. But the PTSD would still be the cause, thus terminal PTSD.
I have been seeing a psychiatrist for over a year now, pretty much once a week, and although some progress has been made, I feel like I'm done - I haven't slept through the night in months, I can't relax, I don't care about anything. I'm 50 and maybe I've lived with this illness for too long or my coping strategies are too entrenched. I believe that the illness and my brain wiring are too connected to be successfully treated in order to coexist. I was sexually abused by my father, grandfather and uncle. The abuse spanned at least a decade and I became a perfectionist who went into a caregiving profession which I was very good at. I haven't worked in over a year, which makes me feel like crap. My husband is amazingly supportive even though I don't seem to be getting better. We have 2 terrific adult children. When I was previously despondent, I thought of them and how difficult it would be for them, but people are resilient.
The PTSD wouldn't kill me per se, as I would have to end my own life - the death would take a less direct route. But the PTSD would still be the cause, thus terminal PTSD.