Hello--I'm pretty new to this forum, so please forgive me if I'm not posting things in the fashion that folks are used to here.
I was recently diagnosed with PTSD. I've been trying to understand and accept this, although I am having a hard time with that. When I read about PTSD, I see that there is an "event" or "occurrence" that triggers PTSD. I don't really have that. My shrink says it is from my childhood. While I was growing up, I was isolated and neglected. I was made to stay home alone while my mother worked from the age of 5. When my mother, and eventually my step dad, were home, I was made to stay either in the garage or my bedroom. I was frequently "grounded" for tiny things, which meant I was to stay in my room with no interaction except for school. I did not have many friends, and I was not often spoken to by my parents for several days in a row. When I was in high school, I had to steal money and/or get a job to buy food, school clothes, etc. I was kicked out the day after I turned 18 and finished high school while living alone in a tiny, illegal, single room apartment with no sink, stove, phone, or mail and I worked full time. My mother was an alcoholic, and my step dad may have used cocaine in addition to alcohol. He is now dead, so I can't be sure about anything with him. In my first apartment, I was scared and lonely all the time. I eventually worked my way through college and got good grades, even though I was constantly afraid, abused marijuana, developed migraines and chronic stomach issues. Today, I'm a mess. I have a rotten temper, I'm mean, I'm jumpy and afraid, I can't relate to people but I also can't handle being alone. I'm afraid of messing up my marriage and my son. I cope by eating, smoking weed, playing music, sex, running. I'm a professional, but I know if my colleagues and clients saw who I really was, I would be shunned and fired.
Anyway, sorry for the long post, and thanks for reading.
I was recently diagnosed with PTSD. I've been trying to understand and accept this, although I am having a hard time with that. When I read about PTSD, I see that there is an "event" or "occurrence" that triggers PTSD. I don't really have that. My shrink says it is from my childhood. While I was growing up, I was isolated and neglected. I was made to stay home alone while my mother worked from the age of 5. When my mother, and eventually my step dad, were home, I was made to stay either in the garage or my bedroom. I was frequently "grounded" for tiny things, which meant I was to stay in my room with no interaction except for school. I did not have many friends, and I was not often spoken to by my parents for several days in a row. When I was in high school, I had to steal money and/or get a job to buy food, school clothes, etc. I was kicked out the day after I turned 18 and finished high school while living alone in a tiny, illegal, single room apartment with no sink, stove, phone, or mail and I worked full time. My mother was an alcoholic, and my step dad may have used cocaine in addition to alcohol. He is now dead, so I can't be sure about anything with him. In my first apartment, I was scared and lonely all the time. I eventually worked my way through college and got good grades, even though I was constantly afraid, abused marijuana, developed migraines and chronic stomach issues. Today, I'm a mess. I have a rotten temper, I'm mean, I'm jumpy and afraid, I can't relate to people but I also can't handle being alone. I'm afraid of messing up my marriage and my son. I cope by eating, smoking weed, playing music, sex, running. I'm a professional, but I know if my colleagues and clients saw who I really was, I would be shunned and fired.
Anyway, sorry for the long post, and thanks for reading.