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I am not sure if the incident where my friend and I were swarmed and he was knifed in the back started my PTSD or just exacerbated it. I have never been the same or truly OK (this was the early 90s; I have had PTSD forever and a day.)
The only reason I'm still here is that he didn't die although he nearly did. I saw his stab wound and I will not describe it because I think it is too horrifying. I have nightmares, sometimes night terrors, phobias, anxiety, easily startled, hyper vigilance, irritability and I used to have emotional numbing pretty bad. I hate PTSD.
I hate telling anyone about the stabbing , as I get comments like "that happens to a lot of people" (ie: it shouldn't bother me.) Like I'm a weak idiot or something.
I use Zen meditation and deep breathing to cope and force myself to go out, sometimes.
The only reason I'm still here is that he didn't die although he nearly did. I saw his stab wound and I will not describe it because I think it is too horrifying. I have nightmares, sometimes night terrors, phobias, anxiety, easily startled, hyper vigilance, irritability and I used to have emotional numbing pretty bad. I hate PTSD.
I hate telling anyone about the stabbing , as I get comments like "that happens to a lot of people" (ie: it shouldn't bother me.) Like I'm a weak idiot or something.
I use Zen meditation and deep breathing to cope and force myself to go out, sometimes.