For myself this is the only out of my head communication I truly get other than writing. I can't physically speak. I want to, desperately want to. I can have a full conversation with someone. They speak I write... But I can't seem to get actual vocalizations to escape. This is something new and old all at once.
I have had this in the past, but things were really bad then and it was for survival.
I was diagnosed with ptsd a few months ago. After years of miss diagnosis finally I got Answers. I went through a long period before hand thinking I was just crazy, no believing I was crazy. I haven't ever been able to vocalize the majority of my life events or "traumas" because I never saw them as abnormal or something that was wrong with my external world. I always thought it was me. In fact I still struggle with that. I am fully aware of the position I am supposed to have on these "abusers" in my life, however I am in constant conflict.
When I was young 3-8 then 13-17 I was sexually abused by a family friend. ( this included involving my same aged brother)
When I was 7-17 then this year I was sexually abused by my dad ( it's ok though I was adopted)
3-21 I was punished for all of this by my mom.
16-22 I was sexually, and physically abused by my therapist. (Had my first living child)
At 23 I had my brothers baby.
I am 30. I am a mess. I want to talk about this but part of me is stopping me. Part of me is scared that if I start sharing these parts if me they will find out. That threats of harm will be upheld and I will loose.
I have a therapist now, seen Her for over a year. I haven't been able to see her since this silence has started. The last time I saw her I had a major flashback in her office. That never happens in front of people. Or at least I don't recognize it as happening in front of people. Not that kind of flashback anyways.
She doesn't know my whole situation. She only knows the stuff about my old therapist. I'm too afraid to tell her but things are getting worse so I know I have to find some way to share it with her.
I thought if I came on here and started writing online that maybe it might help me be able to write it to her.
I'm worried that she will judge me or tell me she doesn't believe me. Or worse tell them I'm talking to her about this stuff.
I don't know if what goes on in my head is normal. I can't find any definite Answers about how this ptsd works... There's no handbook to get better and it seems like everyone is very different and complex in their healing and experiences.
I want to find hope. I want to find joy. To know what happiness is and feels like. I want to stop faking it for everyone else and be broken without judgment. Yet I cage myself and confine myself in this mask of illusion to save everyone else from the pain that's within me.
Actually writing this was beyond hard and pressing the button to post seems like inviting death. I feel like if I don't get this out I will die and if I do I will die. This sucks!
I have had this in the past, but things were really bad then and it was for survival.
I was diagnosed with ptsd a few months ago. After years of miss diagnosis finally I got Answers. I went through a long period before hand thinking I was just crazy, no believing I was crazy. I haven't ever been able to vocalize the majority of my life events or "traumas" because I never saw them as abnormal or something that was wrong with my external world. I always thought it was me. In fact I still struggle with that. I am fully aware of the position I am supposed to have on these "abusers" in my life, however I am in constant conflict.
When I was young 3-8 then 13-17 I was sexually abused by a family friend. ( this included involving my same aged brother)
When I was 7-17 then this year I was sexually abused by my dad ( it's ok though I was adopted)
3-21 I was punished for all of this by my mom.
16-22 I was sexually, and physically abused by my therapist. (Had my first living child)
At 23 I had my brothers baby.
I am 30. I am a mess. I want to talk about this but part of me is stopping me. Part of me is scared that if I start sharing these parts if me they will find out. That threats of harm will be upheld and I will loose.
I have a therapist now, seen Her for over a year. I haven't been able to see her since this silence has started. The last time I saw her I had a major flashback in her office. That never happens in front of people. Or at least I don't recognize it as happening in front of people. Not that kind of flashback anyways.
She doesn't know my whole situation. She only knows the stuff about my old therapist. I'm too afraid to tell her but things are getting worse so I know I have to find some way to share it with her.
I thought if I came on here and started writing online that maybe it might help me be able to write it to her.
I'm worried that she will judge me or tell me she doesn't believe me. Or worse tell them I'm talking to her about this stuff.
I don't know if what goes on in my head is normal. I can't find any definite Answers about how this ptsd works... There's no handbook to get better and it seems like everyone is very different and complex in their healing and experiences.
I want to find hope. I want to find joy. To know what happiness is and feels like. I want to stop faking it for everyone else and be broken without judgment. Yet I cage myself and confine myself in this mask of illusion to save everyone else from the pain that's within me.
Actually writing this was beyond hard and pressing the button to post seems like inviting death. I feel like if I don't get this out I will die and if I do I will die. This sucks!