Bragado Jansing
Bronze Member
Good morning everyone,
My question of the day is: can I have a normal life? As in, is it possible for me to recover to the point where I can actually have relationships and don't live with this horrible condition?
I've had PTSD since I was 16 years old and I'm in my early 30s. The majority of my life has been defined by this condition. I just didn't understand it because it was caused by my abusive, cruel family who've been tormenting me up until I cut them out a few months ago. I interpreted symptoms of PTSD as me being a "loser" and "pathetic" because that was the message I was getting from my family, who were the ones who caused it in the first place.
Just a taste of the stuff I lived through. When I was 10 years old I was kidnapped and tortured. I had to escape from it like in a thriller movie. Instead of going to the cops, my parents laughed. I looked up my state's kidnapping laws, and it's true, I was legally kidnapped and tortured. My parents should've called the police. Instead they thought it was funny. I had no support or care after that horrible experience. Not only that, but they encouraged me to hang out with those people again -- and I did, and I got the sh*t beaten out of me. Naturally.
My whole family's been like that to me: hunting me down, seeking me out, jamming themselves into my life, just to torment me and torture me for fun. My mom encouraged me to date this woman who raped me (yeah, it can happen to guys), gave me an STD and then blamed it on me and told everyone about it, etc. Then my mom and family threatened to disown me if I broke up with her. I've probably had dozens of highly traumatic encounters, many of them life threatening, and I was never able to get any treatment for them, let alone support or concern from another human being.
So yeah. I have no idea what it's like for another human being to care about me. I have no idea what life is like without PTSD. That's basically all I know about life. I've never enjoyed sex, or friendship, or companionship, or anything like that. I became acclimated to a life of terror, fear, misery, dead emotions, and basically staring off into space. The only thing I've been able to do is get an education and work a job, but my quality of life has been utter garbage.
Is there any hope for me? The therapists I've called have had no idea what to do about my situation and basically just hung up on me. What I lived through constitutes decades-long torture, basically, and there aren't any services like that for civilians or people who aren't political refugees. I just quit an extremely abusive job, that my family encouraged me to stay in, naturally, so I'm in a dicey situation. It's like ... homelessness? Suicide? Not sure what my options here are right now.
Thanks!
My question of the day is: can I have a normal life? As in, is it possible for me to recover to the point where I can actually have relationships and don't live with this horrible condition?
I've had PTSD since I was 16 years old and I'm in my early 30s. The majority of my life has been defined by this condition. I just didn't understand it because it was caused by my abusive, cruel family who've been tormenting me up until I cut them out a few months ago. I interpreted symptoms of PTSD as me being a "loser" and "pathetic" because that was the message I was getting from my family, who were the ones who caused it in the first place.
Just a taste of the stuff I lived through. When I was 10 years old I was kidnapped and tortured. I had to escape from it like in a thriller movie. Instead of going to the cops, my parents laughed. I looked up my state's kidnapping laws, and it's true, I was legally kidnapped and tortured. My parents should've called the police. Instead they thought it was funny. I had no support or care after that horrible experience. Not only that, but they encouraged me to hang out with those people again -- and I did, and I got the sh*t beaten out of me. Naturally.
My whole family's been like that to me: hunting me down, seeking me out, jamming themselves into my life, just to torment me and torture me for fun. My mom encouraged me to date this woman who raped me (yeah, it can happen to guys), gave me an STD and then blamed it on me and told everyone about it, etc. Then my mom and family threatened to disown me if I broke up with her. I've probably had dozens of highly traumatic encounters, many of them life threatening, and I was never able to get any treatment for them, let alone support or concern from another human being.
So yeah. I have no idea what it's like for another human being to care about me. I have no idea what life is like without PTSD. That's basically all I know about life. I've never enjoyed sex, or friendship, or companionship, or anything like that. I became acclimated to a life of terror, fear, misery, dead emotions, and basically staring off into space. The only thing I've been able to do is get an education and work a job, but my quality of life has been utter garbage.
Is there any hope for me? The therapists I've called have had no idea what to do about my situation and basically just hung up on me. What I lived through constitutes decades-long torture, basically, and there aren't any services like that for civilians or people who aren't political refugees. I just quit an extremely abusive job, that my family encouraged me to stay in, naturally, so I'm in a dicey situation. It's like ... homelessness? Suicide? Not sure what my options here are right now.
Thanks!