As I read through the thread here, I realize that I seem to have a lot in common with most of you. It was years since my abuse ended, and I managed to live a full uninterupted life until about 2 years ago. My physical abuse stopped back in around 1993. Some of my emotional abuse from my parents still goes on to this day, but I keep my distance from them as much as possible.
I had other traumas along the way, and I handled them amazingly, in the moment. I was strong willed and easy going. I was determind to put my past behind me and have a family of my own. I was a survivor of 9/11 in NYC, and I witnessed things a person should never see. I didn't let it affect me, I carried on and got married and had 3 children. I maintained a full time 40 hour a week job, a house, a family, I had it all.
I didn't realize I was running and staying busy to avoid the things that were just under the surface. I lost my job back in Oct 2008 and after being home and not having thing to keep me as distracted, I started to slip into a depression.
In Feb of 2010, I was rehired by my previous employer. The office location had moved to the West Side highway, in downtown NYC. The first time I turned the corner and saw the rebuilding of the new world trade center, I had my first flashback to 9/11/2001. That opened the flood gates, since than I have had flashbacks, panic attacks, nightmares, anxiety and disociative behaviors to name a few things.
I have been diagnosed with Complex PTSD and DID. My husband doesn't know what to do with me. He feels tricked because I am no longer the person he married and he wants the old me back. I have a lot of hard days, and I have a lot of good days. But I have never been the same since the day I turned down the West Side highway in that winter of 2010.
I don't know why, in that moment, I had a flashback. Or why I have had so many since. I have been told that I wasn't ready to handle the pain of the things I went though at the time, and I am strong enough now to deal with them. I don't feel strong enough. I feel weak. I feel broken. I feel ashamed and I feel like somedays everyone would be better off without me. Thankfully, I am selfish, I don't want to be without my kids. They are the reason I hold on, and push through and hope that tomorrow is a better day.
I wish you all luck, and happiness, but most of all peace.