A little more than one year ago, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I remember a late night chat with my therapist, as I sat in bed and cried, thinking that this disorder had been with me, undiagnosed, for twenty years, and fearing that I would lose a part of myself as I worked through what turned out to be symptoms rather than aspects of my personality. Defensiveness, dissociation, avoidance, those weren't like a cough, runny nose and fever to me: those were ME. So ME that I didn't even recognize some of them, my avoidance was invisible to me.
Talking about my trauma I was reactive in ways I didn't anticipate. My veneer of self-control evaporated in the presence of my therapist. I gave way to anger, let go of my inept attempts at controlling my temper. During phone sessions, I screamed in her ear, threw the phone, smashed glass, sobbed for hours, hid in the shower, despairing, and contemplated, for the first time in decades, death.
I had nightmares, again, waking and sleeping. Flashbacks like explosions. Denial reasserted itself like a muzzle on my consciousness, needing to be sawed through. I felt like I was losing everything and feared to lose myself. But the promise, the bait, was the thought of being a better mother, for which I would have done anything and the thought of being whole and seen, irresistible incentives.
I can't believe it's been a year, but Anthony billed me the $45 I agreed to pay for annual membership dues about three days ago, lol, so it must be true.
My therapist, when I mentioned this, and some symptoms I'd wondered about lately, suggested that tomorrow, we review the PTSD Critieria/symptom list, and honor my progress, which has, I must acknowledge, been immense. She's going to go through each item with me, so I can rank my symptoms from 1 to 10.
I know some of them are a great deal better: she also says she has seen them diminish in the past year. Some are still present, and others, I fear would return if I discussed the deep trauma again, which I'll find out soon as I have decided to revisit it.
But... I know I have made gains, this has been an amazing year for me. I have returned to college, earning my coveted 4.0 average, and am only 12 months away from a degree in a meaningful field, ready to transition out of the second-class work I settled for after dropping out of high school due to dealing with the trauma. I have improved my ability to be consistently nurturing to my challenging, wonderful daughter, sharply curbing my outbursts and building more structure and love into our daily routine. I have earned a promotion and raise at work. I have recognized and worked through my avoidance, taken a graphic, intimate look at it, and come through. I've learned something new about my dissociation and had a chance to honor and ease it in therapy. I've become more authentic with my husband and others, and even gotten him into therapy as well.
I've been returning to myself, my creative, productive, motivated, spiritual, self-respecting self.
That's what I'd lost due to PTSD. Self-respect, authenticity, vibrancy. An angering thought.
I'm nervous about the session tomorrow. I recognize I am still challenged by my life despite my progress. But... as my therapist said I "have come a long way baby."
I want to use this thread to work out where I am symptomatically, in that 1 to 10 scale she mentioned, to make room for all my feelings around the all-encompassing reality of Post Traumatic Stress. In the meantime, I just wanted to share where I was in the process as I look back on the year. The forum here was, for a time, an emotional home for me; a place where I could relate to others who recognized the difficulties, and be inspired and comforted by those who really knew how it felt. I'd taken a few month break from the forum, moving on to other issues, when I saw the withdrawal this week and was happy to see my progress between then and now, and to come back and have something to take away and to give back to the forum again.
It's a wonderful resource, if not the lightest reading on the web, somewhere very special, for which I thank Anthony and the entire team of moderators, supporters and contributors.
Talking about my trauma I was reactive in ways I didn't anticipate. My veneer of self-control evaporated in the presence of my therapist. I gave way to anger, let go of my inept attempts at controlling my temper. During phone sessions, I screamed in her ear, threw the phone, smashed glass, sobbed for hours, hid in the shower, despairing, and contemplated, for the first time in decades, death.
I had nightmares, again, waking and sleeping. Flashbacks like explosions. Denial reasserted itself like a muzzle on my consciousness, needing to be sawed through. I felt like I was losing everything and feared to lose myself. But the promise, the bait, was the thought of being a better mother, for which I would have done anything and the thought of being whole and seen, irresistible incentives.
I can't believe it's been a year, but Anthony billed me the $45 I agreed to pay for annual membership dues about three days ago, lol, so it must be true.
My therapist, when I mentioned this, and some symptoms I'd wondered about lately, suggested that tomorrow, we review the PTSD Critieria/symptom list, and honor my progress, which has, I must acknowledge, been immense. She's going to go through each item with me, so I can rank my symptoms from 1 to 10.
I know some of them are a great deal better: she also says she has seen them diminish in the past year. Some are still present, and others, I fear would return if I discussed the deep trauma again, which I'll find out soon as I have decided to revisit it.
But... I know I have made gains, this has been an amazing year for me. I have returned to college, earning my coveted 4.0 average, and am only 12 months away from a degree in a meaningful field, ready to transition out of the second-class work I settled for after dropping out of high school due to dealing with the trauma. I have improved my ability to be consistently nurturing to my challenging, wonderful daughter, sharply curbing my outbursts and building more structure and love into our daily routine. I have earned a promotion and raise at work. I have recognized and worked through my avoidance, taken a graphic, intimate look at it, and come through. I've learned something new about my dissociation and had a chance to honor and ease it in therapy. I've become more authentic with my husband and others, and even gotten him into therapy as well.
I've been returning to myself, my creative, productive, motivated, spiritual, self-respecting self.
That's what I'd lost due to PTSD. Self-respect, authenticity, vibrancy. An angering thought.
I'm nervous about the session tomorrow. I recognize I am still challenged by my life despite my progress. But... as my therapist said I "have come a long way baby."
I want to use this thread to work out where I am symptomatically, in that 1 to 10 scale she mentioned, to make room for all my feelings around the all-encompassing reality of Post Traumatic Stress. In the meantime, I just wanted to share where I was in the process as I look back on the year. The forum here was, for a time, an emotional home for me; a place where I could relate to others who recognized the difficulties, and be inspired and comforted by those who really knew how it felt. I'd taken a few month break from the forum, moving on to other issues, when I saw the withdrawal this week and was happy to see my progress between then and now, and to come back and have something to take away and to give back to the forum again.
It's a wonderful resource, if not the lightest reading on the web, somewhere very special, for which I thank Anthony and the entire team of moderators, supporters and contributors.
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