I am new to this forum and I joined because I have suspected that I have PTSD for a very long time. After thirty-years of not really knowing exactly what was wrong, a very good psychiatrist began to dismiss my diagnosis of Bipolar II and suggested PTSD. Unfortunately, just as we were beginning to address this, his residency was completed and he could no longer see me as a patient.
My replacement adamantly refused to even listen to me when I tried to talk to her about having PTSD. She also thought that I was not Bipolar and that I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I agree that I don't think I am Bipolar, and I have read that Borderline PD and PTSD have often been confused. After being hospitalized numerous times the last year, having a falling-out with my therapist and spending the last few months without any therapy and medications, there is no doubt in my mind that my true problem is PTSD.
I had an emotionally traumatizing event occur when I was eleven, and after that day I began to fall apart. The trauma was childhood bullying, and the perpetrator just started it one day with no warning. He continued it throughout the school year, and as I became more and more affected by it, others joined in on tormenting me. The worst of it occurred from sixth to eighth grade, but this incident changed my belief about myself so that I have always felt this trauma ever since, and I am now 49 years old! I am so panic-stricken that off and on throughout my life I have drawn attention to myself because I believed that what these bullies were doing to me was really who I was, and so often, people have picked up on this and I have continued to be teased and tormented.
The only thing that ever helped was alcohol and benzos. I abused them for years, and have stopped using Klonopin two months ago, after using it every day for the last twenty years. It has been an absoulte hell, and I have turned into a near-recluse. I have been married for nineteen years, and have three school-age children, so this I am not only hurt myself, I am hurting my loved ones as well.
The guilt about this is one of the worst emotions I have ever dealt with, and though never really suicidal, the idea has been in the back of my mind more often. I have reached a bottom and I don't think I can continue like this much longer. I need help and I want help, but I feel paralyzed. I need to find a therapist who specialized in trauma, and I would love some advice. I live in Mass., so was wondering if anyone could offer any suggestions.
Sorry this post is so long.
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My replacement adamantly refused to even listen to me when I tried to talk to her about having PTSD. She also thought that I was not Bipolar and that I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I agree that I don't think I am Bipolar, and I have read that Borderline PD and PTSD have often been confused. After being hospitalized numerous times the last year, having a falling-out with my therapist and spending the last few months without any therapy and medications, there is no doubt in my mind that my true problem is PTSD.
I had an emotionally traumatizing event occur when I was eleven, and after that day I began to fall apart. The trauma was childhood bullying, and the perpetrator just started it one day with no warning. He continued it throughout the school year, and as I became more and more affected by it, others joined in on tormenting me. The worst of it occurred from sixth to eighth grade, but this incident changed my belief about myself so that I have always felt this trauma ever since, and I am now 49 years old! I am so panic-stricken that off and on throughout my life I have drawn attention to myself because I believed that what these bullies were doing to me was really who I was, and so often, people have picked up on this and I have continued to be teased and tormented.
The only thing that ever helped was alcohol and benzos. I abused them for years, and have stopped using Klonopin two months ago, after using it every day for the last twenty years. It has been an absoulte hell, and I have turned into a near-recluse. I have been married for nineteen years, and have three school-age children, so this I am not only hurt myself, I am hurting my loved ones as well.
The guilt about this is one of the worst emotions I have ever dealt with, and though never really suicidal, the idea has been in the back of my mind more often. I have reached a bottom and I don't think I can continue like this much longer. I need help and I want help, but I feel paralyzed. I need to find a therapist who specialized in trauma, and I would love some advice. I live in Mass., so was wondering if anyone could offer any suggestions.
Sorry this post is so long.
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