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Theresa_1122
OK, I've been thinking about this for a day and a half. How to introduce myself......well, I found this forum and decided to join because I know there are others like me out there. Some that can relate, some that can offer support/help/advice, and some that maybe I can offer support/help/advice so we can all get through this together.
My story - the short version - I am a survivor of an attempted murder-successful suicide by my late husband. I took two 12-gauge slugs (chest and leg), 3 other shots missed me, then while I was lying on the ground, bleeding out, I had to watch as my husband shot himself in the head, his body landing on top of me. I flat lined three times that night, but I made it. Sometimes I see this as lucky and sometimes it feels like a curse.
I've been through several surgeries to reconstruct and try to help with pain in my hip and leg. My most recent (and hopefully last) surgery was almost 3 weeks ago (will be 3 weeks tomorrow). I had a spinal cord stimulation implant. This is, so far helping with my hip and leg pain, I'm mostly dealing with incision and surgical pain right now.
My late husband's family has, from day one, blamed me for what happened. My husband was not an abuser and nobody saw it coming. Although, looking back, there were some signs. His family has come up with some really out there stories about how it could be my fault and still won't face the facts almost 8 years later. Every year, near the anniversary of his death, they put a memorial in the paper that always states they will find out "what really happened" that night so they can get "closure". It's very disturbing, as his family had accepted me and we were close before his death. So I lost my husband and his entire family that night.
Anyway, I guess that's probably too much for an introduction, but that's my story. Thank you for accepting me to the PTSD forum.
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My story - the short version - I am a survivor of an attempted murder-successful suicide by my late husband. I took two 12-gauge slugs (chest and leg), 3 other shots missed me, then while I was lying on the ground, bleeding out, I had to watch as my husband shot himself in the head, his body landing on top of me. I flat lined three times that night, but I made it. Sometimes I see this as lucky and sometimes it feels like a curse.
I've been through several surgeries to reconstruct and try to help with pain in my hip and leg. My most recent (and hopefully last) surgery was almost 3 weeks ago (will be 3 weeks tomorrow). I had a spinal cord stimulation implant. This is, so far helping with my hip and leg pain, I'm mostly dealing with incision and surgical pain right now.
My late husband's family has, from day one, blamed me for what happened. My husband was not an abuser and nobody saw it coming. Although, looking back, there were some signs. His family has come up with some really out there stories about how it could be my fault and still won't face the facts almost 8 years later. Every year, near the anniversary of his death, they put a memorial in the paper that always states they will find out "what really happened" that night so they can get "closure". It's very disturbing, as his family had accepted me and we were close before his death. So I lost my husband and his entire family that night.
Anyway, I guess that's probably too much for an introduction, but that's my story. Thank you for accepting me to the PTSD forum.
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