TooOldTooLate
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Diagnosed with CPTSD almost 7 years ago, I'm 57 and have been told that from the almost 4 years with my therapist that I have probably had it since I was pre-verbal, and at the least since I was 2 years old. Found out in the first 2 years of numerous therapists and numerous modalities that because of growing up in the great hippie experiment of the 70s, in hippie mecca, Eugene, Oregon, I had been subconsciously using CBT, DBT, Mindfulness, yoga and meditation since they were taught as PE in schools then. I call them "psychological bandaids", because they only work until they don't.
Have had a lot of suppressed memories coming to the surface with this therapist, which I guess is good in a way, because at least now I know why some things trigger me, but I really struggle with having no guidance on dealing with them. My T is more of a talk therapy, which I wanted, because I wasn't getting anywhere going over the same techniques that I learned so young, but I don't think it's helping either.
Depression is also an issue and I have also been diagnosed as agoraphobic.
Working with a case manager to try to find another T to see as well as the one I already have, but having an all but impossible time finding anyone who doesn't want to immediately slap me on antidepressants, which all make me psychotic within 2 months, tops. I have been poisoned by these drugs so many times I'm more afraid of them than I am of dying.
I've read all the books recommended, done every therapy out there except hallucinogens, ketamine, TCM and EMDR. EMDR doesn't work because I am not able to visualize.
My primary care provider just discharged me in retaliation for reporting his clinic's pharmacy for stealing a month of my Tylenol 3s, and the case manager can't find anyone who will even keep my BP meds going. Being a beta blocker, stopping it like I'm looking at having to do puts me at extreme risk of heart attack or stroke and my biggest fear is that it WON'T kill me, but make me even more dependent. I'm not afraid of dying, just the manner.
My T says it's hard to deal with past trauma when all I have between sessions is more trauma and they see their role right now as a safe place to vent. That's all well and good, but it doesn't really accomplish much of anything and the 50 minute hour is a joke. No matter what condition I'm in, clock dings, he says time's up, see you in a week. Beginning to feel like all I'm doing is paying for all of the new tattoos they've been getting.
There's so much more going on than I have room or time to put here, but I guess what I'm looking for here is real understanding, support and new ideas.
I am at the end of my rope and the knot is fraying while someone lit the other end on fire. I think I'm falling
Have had a lot of suppressed memories coming to the surface with this therapist, which I guess is good in a way, because at least now I know why some things trigger me, but I really struggle with having no guidance on dealing with them. My T is more of a talk therapy, which I wanted, because I wasn't getting anywhere going over the same techniques that I learned so young, but I don't think it's helping either.
Depression is also an issue and I have also been diagnosed as agoraphobic.
Working with a case manager to try to find another T to see as well as the one I already have, but having an all but impossible time finding anyone who doesn't want to immediately slap me on antidepressants, which all make me psychotic within 2 months, tops. I have been poisoned by these drugs so many times I'm more afraid of them than I am of dying.
I've read all the books recommended, done every therapy out there except hallucinogens, ketamine, TCM and EMDR. EMDR doesn't work because I am not able to visualize.
My primary care provider just discharged me in retaliation for reporting his clinic's pharmacy for stealing a month of my Tylenol 3s, and the case manager can't find anyone who will even keep my BP meds going. Being a beta blocker, stopping it like I'm looking at having to do puts me at extreme risk of heart attack or stroke and my biggest fear is that it WON'T kill me, but make me even more dependent. I'm not afraid of dying, just the manner.
My T says it's hard to deal with past trauma when all I have between sessions is more trauma and they see their role right now as a safe place to vent. That's all well and good, but it doesn't really accomplish much of anything and the 50 minute hour is a joke. No matter what condition I'm in, clock dings, he says time's up, see you in a week. Beginning to feel like all I'm doing is paying for all of the new tattoos they've been getting.
There's so much more going on than I have room or time to put here, but I guess what I'm looking for here is real understanding, support and new ideas.
I am at the end of my rope and the knot is fraying while someone lit the other end on fire. I think I'm falling
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