Georgianne12
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Hi everyone. Thanks ahead of time for your help. I searched nightmares/prevention online and found you all. I was diagnosed with PTSD 25 yrs ago and lived a somewhat functional/ well life until recently. I have come full circle back to nightmare mode after a recent severe head injury at work that has resulted in horrible headaches 24/7.
Many of your stories are similar to mine. I am a teacher but have worked other jobs in the past. Our local insurance group cancelled on the teachers in our state during covid, so I am without insurance, but have workers comp for the head injury. It limits my help. So I am here to help myself and see how you are all coping/healing. Perhaps to vent a bit - maybe a lot.
I grew up in a home with many mental illnesses, abuses, etc. and learned to be a caretaker of others. I learned to duck and cover and not to bring my problems to anyone. My PTSD came on after a physical attack 25 years ago, but I feel like I was anti-social before this. I am divorced (8 yrs), super private, and mentally unhinged. I don't abuse anyone or lash out. I love to laugh and I am a good friend and listener.
My daughter is still with me and going to college while I provide a home for her. Recently, she is helping me around the house and I feel uncomfortable switching the roles and accepting her help with dishes, shopping, etc. I need to get my crap together, she is doing great in college and I don't want to sink her boat with my growing problems.
The neurologist is good, but not hearing me when I say I can't sleep, am having nightmares, and daymares. I leave the house in short stints, like an angry raccoon. My goal is to get things done and get back to my house / safe haven. On the outside I am a super patient caring person, inside I am mad as hell and everyone seems to be doing "it" wrong, it being life.
I am aware enough to realize that the sleep issue is driving my major inability to function. I need to get this fixed before I can tackle the other stuff. My TBI scares me. I am reluctant to explore sleep meds on my own, but I am desperate to find a working solution. Any suggestions are welcome. My nightmares are severe and are now visiting me when I am awake or just going to bed.
The nightmare that brought me here: A room full of huge overly furry cats, sitting everywhere, dark black and brown fur, maybe 50 of them squeezed into my bedroom. Nothing particularly horrifying except that I felt fur on my face, woke up and saw them. I was wide awake and couldnt move for a few minutes. Then got up finally and ran to the living room screaming to my daughter. We have no pets. Nobody was shot, stabbed, etc... in this dream, but I couldn't go back in my room. This happens every night, WTH?
I consider myself a bit of a tough lady. I have been lowered into an archeological cave to dig out a skeleton, dragged through a zoo cage by an angry chimp, and a myriad of other things that didn't give me nightmares. Why now? Schizophrenia? Reading all your posts.
Thanks for sharing your lives, questions, and answers,
G
Many of your stories are similar to mine. I am a teacher but have worked other jobs in the past. Our local insurance group cancelled on the teachers in our state during covid, so I am without insurance, but have workers comp for the head injury. It limits my help. So I am here to help myself and see how you are all coping/healing. Perhaps to vent a bit - maybe a lot.
I grew up in a home with many mental illnesses, abuses, etc. and learned to be a caretaker of others. I learned to duck and cover and not to bring my problems to anyone. My PTSD came on after a physical attack 25 years ago, but I feel like I was anti-social before this. I am divorced (8 yrs), super private, and mentally unhinged. I don't abuse anyone or lash out. I love to laugh and I am a good friend and listener.
My daughter is still with me and going to college while I provide a home for her. Recently, she is helping me around the house and I feel uncomfortable switching the roles and accepting her help with dishes, shopping, etc. I need to get my crap together, she is doing great in college and I don't want to sink her boat with my growing problems.
The neurologist is good, but not hearing me when I say I can't sleep, am having nightmares, and daymares. I leave the house in short stints, like an angry raccoon. My goal is to get things done and get back to my house / safe haven. On the outside I am a super patient caring person, inside I am mad as hell and everyone seems to be doing "it" wrong, it being life.
I am aware enough to realize that the sleep issue is driving my major inability to function. I need to get this fixed before I can tackle the other stuff. My TBI scares me. I am reluctant to explore sleep meds on my own, but I am desperate to find a working solution. Any suggestions are welcome. My nightmares are severe and are now visiting me when I am awake or just going to bed.
The nightmare that brought me here: A room full of huge overly furry cats, sitting everywhere, dark black and brown fur, maybe 50 of them squeezed into my bedroom. Nothing particularly horrifying except that I felt fur on my face, woke up and saw them. I was wide awake and couldnt move for a few minutes. Then got up finally and ran to the living room screaming to my daughter. We have no pets. Nobody was shot, stabbed, etc... in this dream, but I couldn't go back in my room. This happens every night, WTH?
I consider myself a bit of a tough lady. I have been lowered into an archeological cave to dig out a skeleton, dragged through a zoo cage by an angry chimp, and a myriad of other things that didn't give me nightmares. Why now? Schizophrenia? Reading all your posts.
Thanks for sharing your lives, questions, and answers,
G