I've been dealing with PTSD as a result of childhood abuse, which I've only ever told to three people in real life, none of them family. My abuser was a family member and happened when I was around 4-6. This past weekend, my entire family was in town and I was forced to spend all day with my past abuser.
I locked myself in the upstairs bathroom for a very long time, weighing the pros and cons of killing myself that day. Before that, I'd just sort of stopped emoting. Nothing could make me smile, or get angry, or get sad. It was like I just stopped existing.
I swear, I was minutes from taking a knife to my arms, I don't know how I stopped. It was the most horrifying feeling, I've only ever had it once before and that gave me a trip to the psych ward for a week.
I'm feeling better, now that my abuser is gone, but it was so horrifying for him to be there. I was having flashbacks and I couldn't tell anybody. It's the worst feeling in the world.
I locked myself in the upstairs bathroom for a very long time, weighing the pros and cons of killing myself that day. Before that, I'd just sort of stopped emoting. Nothing could make me smile, or get angry, or get sad. It was like I just stopped existing.
I swear, I was minutes from taking a knife to my arms, I don't know how I stopped. It was the most horrifying feeling, I've only ever had it once before and that gave me a trip to the psych ward for a week.
I'm feeling better, now that my abuser is gone, but it was so horrifying for him to be there. I was having flashbacks and I couldn't tell anybody. It's the worst feeling in the world.