Chelsea Jones
New Here
Hi everyone I am Chelsea, and obviously I am new. What caused my PTSD to start is a long story, and it started with an event that my apartment complex was having.
My apartments allowed people to get into the clubhouse/pool if they donated something that people use every day. So I was there with my family; my aunt, my brother, and I were in the pool while my mom was outside of the pool talking to us. My mom then left and my brother and aunt decided to get out of the pool.
I stayed in and just allowed myself to float as I talked to my brother and aunt. Then I noticed that a little girl was trying to get in the pool but didn't know where to jump. That's when I noticed a little boy was floating- face down, completely submerged. I kept watching as the girl jumped in and the boy didn't move. I then went under water to see if his legs were moving at all- THEY WEREN'T!
I came up and the little girl asked if he was okay and I said I didn't think so, I started moving towards him and he began to expel foam from his mouth and nose while he was still submerged. I immediately grabbed him and pulled his head and shoulders above water.
I began screaming for my brother- the music was so loud he couldn't hear me. I kept screaming and screaming! And finally my aunt heard me, and her and my brother came running (I don't remember them getting there). My brother took the little boys shoulders and pulled him out of the water and onto the pool deck (I don't remember how I got to the pool deck).
The next thing I remember I was trying to hear if he could breathe- he couldn't. My aunt screamed for someone to call 911 as we rolled him onto his side. While on his side I was patting his back and my aunt was pushing up his stomach to get the water out. The next thing I knew there were people everywhere and someone said I am retired firefighter everyone move.
The next thing I know I was on the deck off to the side watching everything. And then I was all of a sudden scared, and everyone was screaming and crying. I was shaking like crazy. It took 15 minutes to get him to start breathing on his own.
But it's not like he was passed out from the water. His lungs were full, how stomach was full, everything up to his mouth was full of water. His skin was a grayish color. His hands were purple. He was dead!
I can't get the image of his face when I pulled him out of the water out of my head!
There's flashes of his face. The idea that I held a dead boy. And the question as to why a four year old would ever have to go through something like that. I keep having panic attacks, I can't sleep, I'm depressed as hell. I don't know what to do anymore, I need support!
My apartments allowed people to get into the clubhouse/pool if they donated something that people use every day. So I was there with my family; my aunt, my brother, and I were in the pool while my mom was outside of the pool talking to us. My mom then left and my brother and aunt decided to get out of the pool.
I stayed in and just allowed myself to float as I talked to my brother and aunt. Then I noticed that a little girl was trying to get in the pool but didn't know where to jump. That's when I noticed a little boy was floating- face down, completely submerged. I kept watching as the girl jumped in and the boy didn't move. I then went under water to see if his legs were moving at all- THEY WEREN'T!
I came up and the little girl asked if he was okay and I said I didn't think so, I started moving towards him and he began to expel foam from his mouth and nose while he was still submerged. I immediately grabbed him and pulled his head and shoulders above water.
I began screaming for my brother- the music was so loud he couldn't hear me. I kept screaming and screaming! And finally my aunt heard me, and her and my brother came running (I don't remember them getting there). My brother took the little boys shoulders and pulled him out of the water and onto the pool deck (I don't remember how I got to the pool deck).
The next thing I remember I was trying to hear if he could breathe- he couldn't. My aunt screamed for someone to call 911 as we rolled him onto his side. While on his side I was patting his back and my aunt was pushing up his stomach to get the water out. The next thing I knew there were people everywhere and someone said I am retired firefighter everyone move.
The next thing I know I was on the deck off to the side watching everything. And then I was all of a sudden scared, and everyone was screaming and crying. I was shaking like crazy. It took 15 minutes to get him to start breathing on his own.
But it's not like he was passed out from the water. His lungs were full, how stomach was full, everything up to his mouth was full of water. His skin was a grayish color. His hands were purple. He was dead!
I can't get the image of his face when I pulled him out of the water out of my head!
There's flashes of his face. The idea that I held a dead boy. And the question as to why a four year old would ever have to go through something like that. I keep having panic attacks, I can't sleep, I'm depressed as hell. I don't know what to do anymore, I need support!
