I used to know who I was. One thing I could always count on was that I was not selfish. I didn't try to upstage people, I extended my hand whenever possible, loved to socialize and formed deep attachments to many people. I am not saying this was all good, but that it was steady. Then PTSD hit. Because I was so reactionary, I became a different person altogether. That was when (whether I liked it or not) everything seemed to be about me. I hated that about my PTSD self.
Now, I am not saying this is the way it is for everyone who has PTSD, but for me. My reactions seemed to be a never ending string of dramatic and bizarre events that anyone who hung out with me would need to watch out for. I would run out in front of cars if I heard a baby cry, I would faint on the spot for various innocuous reasons or even something as simple as sitting in a restaurant. I had to sit somewhere 'special' so everyone waited for me to pick the table we would sit at. All of this annoyed the crap out of me. Worse still, I would daze out and be unreachable and my peeps would need to get me safely home. I honour those who stood by me through those dark times. Not everyone did. Nor did anyone 'have to'.
I have met people who didn't know the 'old me' and I am certain they have feelings that are soundly rooted in my being an attention seeker, a drama queen, selfish, etc. They don't know that I haven't had to sit in a 'special chair' all of my life and can't understand why they can't pick the seat. Well, they can but it will be them helping me hobble home or get me out of the restaurant when I completely blank out. So in order to do damage control it was me who picked where we sat. Why? Because I didn't want others having to pick up my pieces so to speak due to ignoring things that would trigger me into that state. At the root of it all I did attempt to have people understand that the lesser of two evils was allowing me to pick the seat during out meal. It was me caring about those I was with so bad things didn't happen that would affect them. I have no idea if this is coming across properly or not - sorry.
Anyways, something happened suddenly 2 months ago that has had my 'PTSD reactions simply cease. It is a whole new world out there. Due to this sudden shift, I am able to see what a dichotomy in character me and my peeps have been trying to adjust to since I started having my PTSD reactions. I can now sit where I want and not react. I can walk in front of a tv (I can even watch tv if anyone considers that a victory) and not drop. I can walk in malls. I can listen to a baby cry. It has all stopped. So suddenly. And here is what I have noticed as my peeps adjust. It makes me so sad what I have done to them.
A friend waited outside in the freezing cold (not knowing I was already there) waiting for me at a restaurant so that I could 'pick the right seat'. Another friend was watching tv while I was around and was constantly checking in on me if I was 'triggered' and jumped at the converter to mute the tv when a commercial came on. It made no difference how often I told him I don't trigger. This pattern is set in him and it is my doing so. I feel horribly.I tell people that I am heading out and everyone jumps all over me with 'be careful you don't....., watch out for ......, don't go.... I will take my phone in case......happens. OMG. How did they live like this for 8 years! This is just a sampling. How incredibly tiresome this must have been for them for so long. I feel so very very selfish...who does that to friends? Who allows that to happen without seeing it? Shameful.
Now, I am not saying this is the way it is for everyone who has PTSD, but for me. My reactions seemed to be a never ending string of dramatic and bizarre events that anyone who hung out with me would need to watch out for. I would run out in front of cars if I heard a baby cry, I would faint on the spot for various innocuous reasons or even something as simple as sitting in a restaurant. I had to sit somewhere 'special' so everyone waited for me to pick the table we would sit at. All of this annoyed the crap out of me. Worse still, I would daze out and be unreachable and my peeps would need to get me safely home. I honour those who stood by me through those dark times. Not everyone did. Nor did anyone 'have to'.
I have met people who didn't know the 'old me' and I am certain they have feelings that are soundly rooted in my being an attention seeker, a drama queen, selfish, etc. They don't know that I haven't had to sit in a 'special chair' all of my life and can't understand why they can't pick the seat. Well, they can but it will be them helping me hobble home or get me out of the restaurant when I completely blank out. So in order to do damage control it was me who picked where we sat. Why? Because I didn't want others having to pick up my pieces so to speak due to ignoring things that would trigger me into that state. At the root of it all I did attempt to have people understand that the lesser of two evils was allowing me to pick the seat during out meal. It was me caring about those I was with so bad things didn't happen that would affect them. I have no idea if this is coming across properly or not - sorry.
Anyways, something happened suddenly 2 months ago that has had my 'PTSD reactions simply cease. It is a whole new world out there. Due to this sudden shift, I am able to see what a dichotomy in character me and my peeps have been trying to adjust to since I started having my PTSD reactions. I can now sit where I want and not react. I can walk in front of a tv (I can even watch tv if anyone considers that a victory) and not drop. I can walk in malls. I can listen to a baby cry. It has all stopped. So suddenly. And here is what I have noticed as my peeps adjust. It makes me so sad what I have done to them.
A friend waited outside in the freezing cold (not knowing I was already there) waiting for me at a restaurant so that I could 'pick the right seat'. Another friend was watching tv while I was around and was constantly checking in on me if I was 'triggered' and jumped at the converter to mute the tv when a commercial came on. It made no difference how often I told him I don't trigger. This pattern is set in him and it is my doing so. I feel horribly.I tell people that I am heading out and everyone jumps all over me with 'be careful you don't....., watch out for ......, don't go.... I will take my phone in case......happens. OMG. How did they live like this for 8 years! This is just a sampling. How incredibly tiresome this must have been for them for so long. I feel so very very selfish...who does that to friends? Who allows that to happen without seeing it? Shameful.