Thehalflingninja
New Here
I am mortified. I had a bad episode the other evening. It started out strange. The world looked like it wasn't real. Nothing felt real. My vision kept focusing and unfocusing. My eyes darted around like crazy. I couldn't seem to stay looking at one spot for more than a second or two. Sections of my vision looked like they were vibrating. Some sections of my vision would suddenly dart out of place and back lightning fast. It felt like a trippy dream. My head felt like a radio that someone was rapidly flipping through stations without pausing or stopping. At one point everything looked too big.
One of my roommates came into my room to check on me. She recognized I was having some sort of PTSD episode and stayed with me and talked soothingly to me. I can't remember what she said. After some time things got really embarrassing. One of the things I sometimes do during episodes is take off my clothes. Well, I took off everything (I was lying down in my bed). My roommate saw everything and repeatedly tried to cover me with blankets but I always fight blankets, not sure why. I wasn't in my right mind. None of it felt real. It felt like a dream where weird s*** happens and you blindly accept it. Like one of those dreams where you find yourself acting out of character.
This is where it got really really bad. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. I started...masturbating. My roommate didn't know what to do. She stayed with me for a little bit then left the room. I am mortified. When I finally snapped out of it we talked about what happened. She doesn't judge me but I feel so ashamed and messed up and dirty. I'm so embarrassed. I don't understand and I hate myself so bad. I was dissociated badly but I feel so guilty...like I'm a filthy monster. My old thoughts of harming myself are stirring again. I don't want to be a bad person. I never want to be like my rapist.
One of my roommates came into my room to check on me. She recognized I was having some sort of PTSD episode and stayed with me and talked soothingly to me. I can't remember what she said. After some time things got really embarrassing. One of the things I sometimes do during episodes is take off my clothes. Well, I took off everything (I was lying down in my bed). My roommate saw everything and repeatedly tried to cover me with blankets but I always fight blankets, not sure why. I wasn't in my right mind. None of it felt real. It felt like a dream where weird s*** happens and you blindly accept it. Like one of those dreams where you find yourself acting out of character.
This is where it got really really bad. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. I started...masturbating. My roommate didn't know what to do. She stayed with me for a little bit then left the room. I am mortified. When I finally snapped out of it we talked about what happened. She doesn't judge me but I feel so ashamed and messed up and dirty. I'm so embarrassed. I don't understand and I hate myself so bad. I was dissociated badly but I feel so guilty...like I'm a filthy monster. My old thoughts of harming myself are stirring again. I don't want to be a bad person. I never want to be like my rapist.