Kimberlyp412
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I'm brand new here. My name is Kimberly and I have PTSD, Agoraphobia, severe anxiety and depression.
I developed PTSD after watching my very young son nearly die several times and being completely helpless. Although, it brought back repressed memories (that I remembered but chose not to think about) of abuse (sexual, physical, emotional, and mental) by my maternal family; Being raped when I was 17 by a man fifteen years older than me; and having a gun pointed at me by a police officer when I was seven while they tore apart my moms house/meth lab.
I'm a shell of the person I once was before my baby son was born at 25 weeks, had perforated bowel four times (NEC), and being shaken by my sister in law twice. He now has cerebral palsy and is four years old. I could never put into words the guilt that I feel for letting that woman watch my son and for having an incompetent body that couldn't hold him or his brother to term (twins). I feel as if I am a failure as a mother when all I wanted was to be the wonderful mother to them that I never had. I feel so broken... If I never had to leave my house ever again I would be so happy. I want to close off from the world. I constantly worry that people think I am weird because of the way that I act and I can totally tell that I am socially awkward. Which is weird coming from a girl who four years ago was a social butterfly.
I need help. I am suffering from this illness with nobody that understands. I am all alone in this; my husband tries to understand but he doesn't get it. Sometimes I want to end it all but I refuse to leave because who would protect my sons from this world? Why did I end up like this??? It's so unfair.
Thanks for listening to my rant
I developed PTSD after watching my very young son nearly die several times and being completely helpless. Although, it brought back repressed memories (that I remembered but chose not to think about) of abuse (sexual, physical, emotional, and mental) by my maternal family; Being raped when I was 17 by a man fifteen years older than me; and having a gun pointed at me by a police officer when I was seven while they tore apart my moms house/meth lab.
I'm a shell of the person I once was before my baby son was born at 25 weeks, had perforated bowel four times (NEC), and being shaken by my sister in law twice. He now has cerebral palsy and is four years old. I could never put into words the guilt that I feel for letting that woman watch my son and for having an incompetent body that couldn't hold him or his brother to term (twins). I feel as if I am a failure as a mother when all I wanted was to be the wonderful mother to them that I never had. I feel so broken... If I never had to leave my house ever again I would be so happy. I want to close off from the world. I constantly worry that people think I am weird because of the way that I act and I can totally tell that I am socially awkward. Which is weird coming from a girl who four years ago was a social butterfly.
I need help. I am suffering from this illness with nobody that understands. I am all alone in this; my husband tries to understand but he doesn't get it. Sometimes I want to end it all but I refuse to leave because who would protect my sons from this world? Why did I end up like this??? It's so unfair.
Thanks for listening to my rant