Hi there,
I am really interested in hearing your non-professional (or professional) opinion about my current situation. I have of course seen a couple of professionals, but I would really appreciate your opinion because you have some actual experience with post traumatic stress.
First of all I apologize for my grammar and language. English is not my first language. So please bear with me and try not to take my wordings too literally - sometimes I can't find the right word.
Ok, my story is below. What I would like to hear from you is if you recognize anything from your own experiences with PTSD? Because the doctor have been a bit reluctant to calling my condition PTSD. And I feel that I am left in a void where I've just "had a traumatic experience" (to quote the doctor) and that's it. It's not like I need a label such as PTSD, but I think that it would be helpful to know if my condition is something like PTSD in order to deal with it the right way. Because just knowing that I've had some bad experiences doesn't really help me. My personal gut feeling is that I have a mild form of PTSD, but I don't even know if there is such a thing as a "mild form". I know that a lot of you guys have had some really horrible experiences and I won't even try to compare my story to yours. Maybe I don't have PTSD at all but am just not feeling so well. So in case you think that I am just being a crybaby I apologize in advance.
Well here goes...
I am a male, 31, and have had a happy life with no problems of any kind.
At the end of 2009 I met a woman and we began dating. I soon realized that she was not the right girlfriend for me, because we didn't really understand each other and I felt that she acted a bit weird. So in march 2010 I broke up with her which felt very right. We had treated each other nice, so she insisted that we should still be friends which I accepted.
She was however very sad, and I felt sorry for her. The sadness continued and I began suspecting that she had a severe depression. I knew she had a depression some years before I met her. So I tried to comfort her and help her with groceries and so on. Then one day during a normal conversation she suddenly freaked out and wanted to run out the door. I stopped her and she was all tears. I couldn't get through to her and she just held her hands to the head and shouted "no, no, no". I held her in my arms and after a while got her to say what was going on: Her mind was filled with suicidal thoughts.
I got her to stay at my house and sat beside her during the night. I was afraid to leave her for a second because her condition was horrific. Her suicidal condition continued the next day and I wanted to call someone, but I didn't know how to contact her family or anyone else. So I just tried to get her to eat and drink and so on. It continued the next day, and I was pretty much afraid to sleep or even go to the toilet because she threatened to jump in front of a car or run to her own house and hang herself. I tried to convince her to let me take her to the hospital, but she wouldn't. So I just continued. I hid away all my kitchen knives and everything else dangerous she might find. Her mood began to change and she went from aggressive to passive to a really creepy condition where she smiled and laughed. It went on for 7 days and nights and finally I got her to go to the hospital with me. At the psychiatric department they didn't want to keep her overnight because they didn't feel that she was in immediate danger. Looking back I should of course have insisted, but I didn't and just accepted to take her back and care for her. So it went on for the weekend after which I took her to her own doctor who thought that she was depressed and gave her an anti depressant. We agreed that she should go to her family and stay for a couple of weeks while recovering. So I left her and thought that everything was ok and that someone else would care for her now (her doctor, her family etc).
But it wasn't over. It had only just begun. During the next months (april, may, june, some of july) she kept contacting me. Every time it started out nice and normal. She would for example drop by for a cup of coffee or call me on the phone. But during the conversation things would become dramatic and a lot of times she ended up directly or indirectly threatening with suicide. I would then leave my home or work and try to find her to stop her from hurting herself. Each and every time I was struck with fear and it was all I could think of. Work and everything else was not important because a life was in danger. I for example took her down from a bridge where she wanted to jump and so on. I was afraid pretty much all the time because I felt that she was in a life threatening situation and that it was my responsibility to stop anything from happening. I told my brother about what was going on, and he told me to pull back from her and he believed that she was severely mentally ill, which I didn't believe at the time.
She began to contact me with all kinds of problems - not just suicidal thoughts. She would for example say that someone had offended her in some way. It hurt me a lot because I felt that she was already a victim and a person who needed help. So I got more worried about her. There were a lot of incidents and she started to claim that she was physically ill and had a lot of pain. For a week or so she almost couldn't walk because of these pains and I stayed at her some days to help her out. Finally she was brought to the hospital where she wanted me to visit her every day. The doctors did all kinds of tests and even went to surgical procedures but they couldn't find anything. Finally she left the hospital, but she insisted that she was still having awful pains. Some days later she called me and told me that the reason for the pains was a failed pregnancy / miscarriage. I had been her only boyfriend for years so it implied that I was the almost-to-be father, which made it even more of a shock to me. However for it to be true the birth control should have failed and three gynecological examinations plus two weeks of hospital examinations and tests should have failed. And the symptoms would have been different from the ones she had. But at the time I believed it and I was devastated.
Things went on and at different occasions we talked about not seeing each other because knowing her controlled my life and I was afraid all of the time: Afraid that she would call and afraid that she would be hurt or die. But every time I got her to promise that she wouldn't call me for the next couple of days, she still did. The crazy episodes, suicide threats and lies continued and at one point she even told me that she had been attacked and raped a couple of days before. I was shocked and miserable and I hoped that it wasn't true, but I couldn't bring myself to thinking that she might be lying about such a horrible thing. I told her to go with me to the police, bu she said that the crime had already been reported. I didn't really sleep for the next couple of days thinking about the awful crime that had been committed. My brother said that he believed the whole story to be a lie, and I had to admit that some things just didn't add up in her story. So I ended up talking to the police, the court and so on to find out if the rape had really happened and after several weeks of letter writing and bureaucracy I got the information I needed: Nothing had been reported and the details I had been told was simply impossible. So now I knew for sure that she was lying to me and I could get a bit of sleep again knowing that while she was mentally ill (which I acknowledged by now) no one treated her badly or harmed her in any way.
Some time after that I managed to get her to agree that we shouldn't see each other anymore. And she seemed to take it seriously this time. She gave me some things she had borrowed from me and I was relieved for the first time in months. Two days later she contacted me, which I ignored. I changed my phone number and I later received a couple of letters from her which I also ignored. She started going the places I usually go, so I stopped going there. She also started seeing some of my friends (not the close ones - they stay away from her), so I stopped seeing them. It has been almost two months since I've seen her, but I'm not ok. I feel on edge most of the time, and I look over my shoulder. When I walk on the street I am on constant lookout for her, even in places where she probably wouldn't be. I have problems falling to sleep and my thoughts keep going and going.
Having felt this way for a month I finally went to the doctor. The doctor told me that I have had a traumatic experience and that I could see a psychologist if I wanted. I wanted to feel better so I went to see the psychologist. I have now had six sessions with the psychologist and she too says that I've had a traumatic experience. She tries to get me to think about something else and to relax. But I feel that I'm already doing these things as good as I can, and I feel that I'm just being told to calm down and to distract my mind like you would tell a child that's upset about something silly.
The situation really hasn't changed a lot. One or two times a week I have nightmares which I haven't really had since I was a child. Roughly half the time my thoughts revolve around what has happened or what's going to happen. I am on alert the whole time and every day I think about moving to another country to get away from the things that reminds me of my ex-girlfriend and the incidents. I would have to quit my job and leave my native country, friends, family and everything else, but I am willing to do it to find peace.
I have somehow become very sensitive towards everything that has to do with crime, mental illness, promiscuity, rape and so on, and I don't even like reading the news anymore. I get reminded about everything by a lot of things and I stay away from a lot of places and people. I am able to laugh when I watch sitcoms on the TV, but it doesn't really cheer me up, and I don't laugh when it's over. My mood is pretty low all the time, and when I'm not feeling anxious / nervous I am very tired. I don't have a lot of mental energy and I have even noticed myself getting really annoyed at video games which would normally just be fun and relaxing. I hope to meet a loving and mentally stable woman at some point, but I keep catching myself in thinking that most people are either crazy or morally corrupt. I know that it probably isn't true, but I honestly feel that I will probably never meet anyone who is just sweet, good hearted and normal. I have begun noticing all the bad things in the world, and somehow I feel that I just don't belong here. I want peace and I would do anything to keep getting reminded about the ugly things. If I could erase the year 2010 from my memory, I would do it without hesitation.
I am sorry that I ended up writing so much. I still feel that I haven't told half of it. But I am very interested in hearing if you recognize any of this - or if my situation is entirely different from what you know.
I know that most of you aren't doctors and even those of you who are can't diagnose from a written account. So don't worry - I won't "take it as a diagnose" if some of you think that I might or might not have PTSD. But still I would really like to hear what you think about the whole thing. It pretty much fills my life so any input is appreciated. Thanks.
Dan
I am really interested in hearing your non-professional (or professional) opinion about my current situation. I have of course seen a couple of professionals, but I would really appreciate your opinion because you have some actual experience with post traumatic stress.
First of all I apologize for my grammar and language. English is not my first language. So please bear with me and try not to take my wordings too literally - sometimes I can't find the right word.
Ok, my story is below. What I would like to hear from you is if you recognize anything from your own experiences with PTSD? Because the doctor have been a bit reluctant to calling my condition PTSD. And I feel that I am left in a void where I've just "had a traumatic experience" (to quote the doctor) and that's it. It's not like I need a label such as PTSD, but I think that it would be helpful to know if my condition is something like PTSD in order to deal with it the right way. Because just knowing that I've had some bad experiences doesn't really help me. My personal gut feeling is that I have a mild form of PTSD, but I don't even know if there is such a thing as a "mild form". I know that a lot of you guys have had some really horrible experiences and I won't even try to compare my story to yours. Maybe I don't have PTSD at all but am just not feeling so well. So in case you think that I am just being a crybaby I apologize in advance.
Well here goes...
I am a male, 31, and have had a happy life with no problems of any kind.
At the end of 2009 I met a woman and we began dating. I soon realized that she was not the right girlfriend for me, because we didn't really understand each other and I felt that she acted a bit weird. So in march 2010 I broke up with her which felt very right. We had treated each other nice, so she insisted that we should still be friends which I accepted.
She was however very sad, and I felt sorry for her. The sadness continued and I began suspecting that she had a severe depression. I knew she had a depression some years before I met her. So I tried to comfort her and help her with groceries and so on. Then one day during a normal conversation she suddenly freaked out and wanted to run out the door. I stopped her and she was all tears. I couldn't get through to her and she just held her hands to the head and shouted "no, no, no". I held her in my arms and after a while got her to say what was going on: Her mind was filled with suicidal thoughts.
I got her to stay at my house and sat beside her during the night. I was afraid to leave her for a second because her condition was horrific. Her suicidal condition continued the next day and I wanted to call someone, but I didn't know how to contact her family or anyone else. So I just tried to get her to eat and drink and so on. It continued the next day, and I was pretty much afraid to sleep or even go to the toilet because she threatened to jump in front of a car or run to her own house and hang herself. I tried to convince her to let me take her to the hospital, but she wouldn't. So I just continued. I hid away all my kitchen knives and everything else dangerous she might find. Her mood began to change and she went from aggressive to passive to a really creepy condition where she smiled and laughed. It went on for 7 days and nights and finally I got her to go to the hospital with me. At the psychiatric department they didn't want to keep her overnight because they didn't feel that she was in immediate danger. Looking back I should of course have insisted, but I didn't and just accepted to take her back and care for her. So it went on for the weekend after which I took her to her own doctor who thought that she was depressed and gave her an anti depressant. We agreed that she should go to her family and stay for a couple of weeks while recovering. So I left her and thought that everything was ok and that someone else would care for her now (her doctor, her family etc).
But it wasn't over. It had only just begun. During the next months (april, may, june, some of july) she kept contacting me. Every time it started out nice and normal. She would for example drop by for a cup of coffee or call me on the phone. But during the conversation things would become dramatic and a lot of times she ended up directly or indirectly threatening with suicide. I would then leave my home or work and try to find her to stop her from hurting herself. Each and every time I was struck with fear and it was all I could think of. Work and everything else was not important because a life was in danger. I for example took her down from a bridge where she wanted to jump and so on. I was afraid pretty much all the time because I felt that she was in a life threatening situation and that it was my responsibility to stop anything from happening. I told my brother about what was going on, and he told me to pull back from her and he believed that she was severely mentally ill, which I didn't believe at the time.
She began to contact me with all kinds of problems - not just suicidal thoughts. She would for example say that someone had offended her in some way. It hurt me a lot because I felt that she was already a victim and a person who needed help. So I got more worried about her. There were a lot of incidents and she started to claim that she was physically ill and had a lot of pain. For a week or so she almost couldn't walk because of these pains and I stayed at her some days to help her out. Finally she was brought to the hospital where she wanted me to visit her every day. The doctors did all kinds of tests and even went to surgical procedures but they couldn't find anything. Finally she left the hospital, but she insisted that she was still having awful pains. Some days later she called me and told me that the reason for the pains was a failed pregnancy / miscarriage. I had been her only boyfriend for years so it implied that I was the almost-to-be father, which made it even more of a shock to me. However for it to be true the birth control should have failed and three gynecological examinations plus two weeks of hospital examinations and tests should have failed. And the symptoms would have been different from the ones she had. But at the time I believed it and I was devastated.
Things went on and at different occasions we talked about not seeing each other because knowing her controlled my life and I was afraid all of the time: Afraid that she would call and afraid that she would be hurt or die. But every time I got her to promise that she wouldn't call me for the next couple of days, she still did. The crazy episodes, suicide threats and lies continued and at one point she even told me that she had been attacked and raped a couple of days before. I was shocked and miserable and I hoped that it wasn't true, but I couldn't bring myself to thinking that she might be lying about such a horrible thing. I told her to go with me to the police, bu she said that the crime had already been reported. I didn't really sleep for the next couple of days thinking about the awful crime that had been committed. My brother said that he believed the whole story to be a lie, and I had to admit that some things just didn't add up in her story. So I ended up talking to the police, the court and so on to find out if the rape had really happened and after several weeks of letter writing and bureaucracy I got the information I needed: Nothing had been reported and the details I had been told was simply impossible. So now I knew for sure that she was lying to me and I could get a bit of sleep again knowing that while she was mentally ill (which I acknowledged by now) no one treated her badly or harmed her in any way.
Some time after that I managed to get her to agree that we shouldn't see each other anymore. And she seemed to take it seriously this time. She gave me some things she had borrowed from me and I was relieved for the first time in months. Two days later she contacted me, which I ignored. I changed my phone number and I later received a couple of letters from her which I also ignored. She started going the places I usually go, so I stopped going there. She also started seeing some of my friends (not the close ones - they stay away from her), so I stopped seeing them. It has been almost two months since I've seen her, but I'm not ok. I feel on edge most of the time, and I look over my shoulder. When I walk on the street I am on constant lookout for her, even in places where she probably wouldn't be. I have problems falling to sleep and my thoughts keep going and going.
Having felt this way for a month I finally went to the doctor. The doctor told me that I have had a traumatic experience and that I could see a psychologist if I wanted. I wanted to feel better so I went to see the psychologist. I have now had six sessions with the psychologist and she too says that I've had a traumatic experience. She tries to get me to think about something else and to relax. But I feel that I'm already doing these things as good as I can, and I feel that I'm just being told to calm down and to distract my mind like you would tell a child that's upset about something silly.
The situation really hasn't changed a lot. One or two times a week I have nightmares which I haven't really had since I was a child. Roughly half the time my thoughts revolve around what has happened or what's going to happen. I am on alert the whole time and every day I think about moving to another country to get away from the things that reminds me of my ex-girlfriend and the incidents. I would have to quit my job and leave my native country, friends, family and everything else, but I am willing to do it to find peace.
I have somehow become very sensitive towards everything that has to do with crime, mental illness, promiscuity, rape and so on, and I don't even like reading the news anymore. I get reminded about everything by a lot of things and I stay away from a lot of places and people. I am able to laugh when I watch sitcoms on the TV, but it doesn't really cheer me up, and I don't laugh when it's over. My mood is pretty low all the time, and when I'm not feeling anxious / nervous I am very tired. I don't have a lot of mental energy and I have even noticed myself getting really annoyed at video games which would normally just be fun and relaxing. I hope to meet a loving and mentally stable woman at some point, but I keep catching myself in thinking that most people are either crazy or morally corrupt. I know that it probably isn't true, but I honestly feel that I will probably never meet anyone who is just sweet, good hearted and normal. I have begun noticing all the bad things in the world, and somehow I feel that I just don't belong here. I want peace and I would do anything to keep getting reminded about the ugly things. If I could erase the year 2010 from my memory, I would do it without hesitation.
I am sorry that I ended up writing so much. I still feel that I haven't told half of it. But I am very interested in hearing if you recognize any of this - or if my situation is entirely different from what you know.
I know that most of you aren't doctors and even those of you who are can't diagnose from a written account. So don't worry - I won't "take it as a diagnose" if some of you think that I might or might not have PTSD. But still I would really like to hear what you think about the whole thing. It pretty much fills my life so any input is appreciated. Thanks.
Dan