Upfront, since English isn't my native, I appologize for the grammar “errors” that will be in my story. It will be a long story but I really feel like I need to get it of my chest now. I so want to get my story out there and finally talk about it all.
This is the first time I ever showed my true “face” and felt safe enough to talk about my life and the way I feel now. Maybe not talking is that's part of the reason why I am struggeling and not knowing what's really going on. Roaming around on this forum gave me the feeling of safety I needed to open up.
I am 42 years old and of those I spent about 20 years on and off seeking help. I have been seeing a couple of therapists but none really managed to help, guide or point me in the right direction. All I know so far is that I am “labeled” as being High Sensitive. With that said, that is what I have been thinking for the past years and blaming certain behaviour on being High Sensitive. I do completely fit the description so I was not surprised about it. However, reading everything here and being in a relationship with a combat PTSD sufferer, made me open my eyes and wonder if there is more to it then just being High Sensitive.
At the age of 13 I have been raped by an adult guy I had a teen crush on. I never really talked about this and just put it aside thinking it was me causing this due to my crush. Two years later my dad was doing some sort of photography class and asked me if he could take pictures of me half naked. He said he needed them for class. Naive as I was I wanted to help him out and so I did. Half a year later he tried to do the same with my sister. She told me about it and I told her that I had done that, begging her not to, thank god she declined. Except that one conversation, I never talked about it again. A year after this I found out my mother has been abused by her father for most part of her growing up years. This made it even harder for me to even try talk about what happened because I didn't want to make things even worse for her. So basically I moved on with my life and tried to deal with it all, thinking I could deal with it myself without any help.
Half way my twenties I became a prison guard and after 3 years I became what my dream was, a police officer. During the 15 years I have been with the police force, I have seen a lot. Good things but also very bad things. Things I don't want to get into detail about at the moment. Meanwhile I quit with the police and it feels like a big weight fell of my shoulders.
After being in the force for about 5 years, I was in a car accident with a suspect of a robbery, he drove in to the police car to get away, which he managed to do, leaving me with a lifelong whiplash. After three years they finally caught him but justice system failed on me big time, showing me how much police officers really mean in my country. He got away with a couple of month prison and since already served those before trial, he was out right after. I felt betrayed and free as a bird to harm from suspects as a cop.
The whiplash made it hard for me to stay on the streets so the years after I have been an investigator. The weird thing to me is, that even though the cases were more severe and horrible at times, it's not those that “haunt” me. It's the ones I got called to when still working outside
But even with that feeling in me, I stayed for another 10 years with the force. My resignation wasn't completely of free will but in the end it was for the best. 2011 and 2012 have been pretty rough on me emotionally to a point where I almost ended my life in 2012, the morning smile of my baby niece brought me back to earth. This wasn't the first time I had strong feelings about suicide. But as always, I picked myself up and continued with my life.
I am in a happy relationship with a combat PTSD sufferer, and trying to understand certain aspects of his life and the way he acts and reacts, I came upon this forum a while ago. It gave me so much insight and bit by bit I started to put some puzzle pieces in place. But still, I have so many questions that seem unanswered:
-why do I always get over emotional when dealing with a lot
-why are new, big things (like a job/relationship etc) putting such a drainer on me, emotionally and physically
-why is it certain images keep popping my mind at the weirdest moments (things I have seen during my work on the street)
-why do I tend to keep people at a distance
-why do I “explode” for no apparent reason at times
-why do I feel like an emotional roller coaster (others see me like that also at times)
-why do I tend to pull people close but push them away again but yet am so scared of losing them
-why do I just lock myself from the outside world completely at times while not realy wanting to do so
-why do I feel like an emotional wreck one second but the next I feel okay
-why do I feel like defending myself to everyone (making me emotional again. And it's not because I feel sorry for myself)
-why can't I seem to let go
So many questions pop my head while typing my story. Is it just me being High Sensitive and not dealt with my past, or is there more going on. So many things I read here I can relate to, and exactly that made me think and feel more might be to me than just being High Sensitive.
I am sure a lot of you have their thoughts about my dad, which I can completely understand. After the incident with my sister and me, nothing like this ever happened again and he has been a good dad besides this. I am not making a wrong right here, don't get me wrong.
Thanks to all taking the time to read my story. I am sorry it became such a long one but I am hoping to get some questions answered.
This is the first time I ever showed my true “face” and felt safe enough to talk about my life and the way I feel now. Maybe not talking is that's part of the reason why I am struggeling and not knowing what's really going on. Roaming around on this forum gave me the feeling of safety I needed to open up.
I am 42 years old and of those I spent about 20 years on and off seeking help. I have been seeing a couple of therapists but none really managed to help, guide or point me in the right direction. All I know so far is that I am “labeled” as being High Sensitive. With that said, that is what I have been thinking for the past years and blaming certain behaviour on being High Sensitive. I do completely fit the description so I was not surprised about it. However, reading everything here and being in a relationship with a combat PTSD sufferer, made me open my eyes and wonder if there is more to it then just being High Sensitive.
At the age of 13 I have been raped by an adult guy I had a teen crush on. I never really talked about this and just put it aside thinking it was me causing this due to my crush. Two years later my dad was doing some sort of photography class and asked me if he could take pictures of me half naked. He said he needed them for class. Naive as I was I wanted to help him out and so I did. Half a year later he tried to do the same with my sister. She told me about it and I told her that I had done that, begging her not to, thank god she declined. Except that one conversation, I never talked about it again. A year after this I found out my mother has been abused by her father for most part of her growing up years. This made it even harder for me to even try talk about what happened because I didn't want to make things even worse for her. So basically I moved on with my life and tried to deal with it all, thinking I could deal with it myself without any help.
Half way my twenties I became a prison guard and after 3 years I became what my dream was, a police officer. During the 15 years I have been with the police force, I have seen a lot. Good things but also very bad things. Things I don't want to get into detail about at the moment. Meanwhile I quit with the police and it feels like a big weight fell of my shoulders.
After being in the force for about 5 years, I was in a car accident with a suspect of a robbery, he drove in to the police car to get away, which he managed to do, leaving me with a lifelong whiplash. After three years they finally caught him but justice system failed on me big time, showing me how much police officers really mean in my country. He got away with a couple of month prison and since already served those before trial, he was out right after. I felt betrayed and free as a bird to harm from suspects as a cop.
The whiplash made it hard for me to stay on the streets so the years after I have been an investigator. The weird thing to me is, that even though the cases were more severe and horrible at times, it's not those that “haunt” me. It's the ones I got called to when still working outside
But even with that feeling in me, I stayed for another 10 years with the force. My resignation wasn't completely of free will but in the end it was for the best. 2011 and 2012 have been pretty rough on me emotionally to a point where I almost ended my life in 2012, the morning smile of my baby niece brought me back to earth. This wasn't the first time I had strong feelings about suicide. But as always, I picked myself up and continued with my life.
I am in a happy relationship with a combat PTSD sufferer, and trying to understand certain aspects of his life and the way he acts and reacts, I came upon this forum a while ago. It gave me so much insight and bit by bit I started to put some puzzle pieces in place. But still, I have so many questions that seem unanswered:
-why do I always get over emotional when dealing with a lot
-why are new, big things (like a job/relationship etc) putting such a drainer on me, emotionally and physically
-why is it certain images keep popping my mind at the weirdest moments (things I have seen during my work on the street)
-why do I tend to keep people at a distance
-why do I “explode” for no apparent reason at times
-why do I feel like an emotional roller coaster (others see me like that also at times)
-why do I tend to pull people close but push them away again but yet am so scared of losing them
-why do I just lock myself from the outside world completely at times while not realy wanting to do so
-why do I feel like an emotional wreck one second but the next I feel okay
-why do I feel like defending myself to everyone (making me emotional again. And it's not because I feel sorry for myself)
-why can't I seem to let go
So many questions pop my head while typing my story. Is it just me being High Sensitive and not dealt with my past, or is there more going on. So many things I read here I can relate to, and exactly that made me think and feel more might be to me than just being High Sensitive.
I am sure a lot of you have their thoughts about my dad, which I can completely understand. After the incident with my sister and me, nothing like this ever happened again and he has been a good dad besides this. I am not making a wrong right here, don't get me wrong.
Thanks to all taking the time to read my story. I am sorry it became such a long one but I am hoping to get some questions answered.
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