One step at a time
Diamond Member
When I turned fifteen, I found myself an informal foster situation and left my parents. For two years, I lived a low-stress life and felt safe, so my symptoms were manageable. When I turned seventeen, I graduated high school and went to college. Over the first two months of college, I fell apart, so that by Halloween I was experiencing intense symptoms and was no longer functioning (hiding in room, unable to do schoolwork, skipping meals and classes).
A professor saw what was happening and insisted I needed to get help and an accommodations letter. In the process of applying for the accommodations letter, I received a diagnosis of PTSD. It has been almost a year since that diagnosis. I’m starting to learn what it means and how that corresponds to what I experience.
I used to dissociate constantly – at some times more intensely than others, but always a little bit. As I heal, I’ve been dissociating less and less – first, I experienced decreased dissociation in moments of extreme joy, then in everyday interactions, then in mildly stressful, temporary situations, then even in painful ones.
Right now, I am starting to feel/recognize the fear. I am starting to realize that a lot of the dissociation hides fear. I am not dissociating in reaction to everything; I am feeling intense fear in response to everything. It is debilitating and exhausting.
I was so terrified, in the past week, that I was “getting worse.” Right now, the part of me that is not freaking out with fear and pain recognizes this as a good sign, as part of healing, and is grateful.
A professor saw what was happening and insisted I needed to get help and an accommodations letter. In the process of applying for the accommodations letter, I received a diagnosis of PTSD. It has been almost a year since that diagnosis. I’m starting to learn what it means and how that corresponds to what I experience.
I used to dissociate constantly – at some times more intensely than others, but always a little bit. As I heal, I’ve been dissociating less and less – first, I experienced decreased dissociation in moments of extreme joy, then in everyday interactions, then in mildly stressful, temporary situations, then even in painful ones.
Right now, I am starting to feel/recognize the fear. I am starting to realize that a lot of the dissociation hides fear. I am not dissociating in reaction to everything; I am feeling intense fear in response to everything. It is debilitating and exhausting.
I was so terrified, in the past week, that I was “getting worse.” Right now, the part of me that is not freaking out with fear and pain recognizes this as a good sign, as part of healing, and is grateful.