KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
In the 1990's I was overexposed to darkroom chemicals where I worked. I was severely anemic, chronic sinus and lung disease and finally lost the battle to reactive airway disease and chemical brain injury that affects all major functions of the limbic system. I have no balance, blind spots in both eyes, hearing loss, attention, memory both short and long term deficits, cannot do tandem walking. I was tested by a very famous doctor who wrote THE book on chemical brain injury.
I also have PTSD probably lifelong but only officially diagnosed at the time of my brain injury.
These two phenomena overlap, confuse me, consume me at times. I have chemical exposures that relocate emotional exposures. For years I have tried to protect myself from noxious fumes and noxious people.
Last week the building where my condo is had an ice dam that led a massive amount of water into my kitchen ceiling. I have been up with asthma attacks for a week, trying to get my condo association to do the right thing and gut my ceiling Sheetrock and insulation. The president has been so abusive it's making my head swim. She got some kid in with the IQ of a turnip, and he said all it needs is a coat of paint. I asked him if he had x-Ray vision to which he was confused...my point being that if my lungs speak then they should listen. Nope. The association is only going to pay for paint. What a bunch of assholes.
I have to deal with this all the time, especially from my family. They minimize my chemical sensitivities and go out of their way to trigger me for fun. At one picnic I showed up at my sisters house, I ended up in the hospital with pesticide poisoning. Oops, she said, she just wanted to bomb the Mosquitos in her yard. I am supposed to get notification when anyone uses pesticides so I can get away. I ended up in the hospital after a conference at a hotel that had new rugs. No one knows how to help me other than offering me Xanax while I get sicker from the fumes off the sheets and johnnies.
I can't tell you how often I meet with my therapist seemingly dissociative, but in reality I've had a chemical exposure. The symptoms are the same. I just want to crawl in a hole and get away from all the noxious fumes I get assaulted with. Perfumes, tobacco, laundry products all come in on my clients. It's all I can do to not shake uncontrollably.
Does anyone else have this constellation of disorders? I had gone for three years without an asthma attack, and whack, I'm back as sick as I was when I got taken out of work. I think I'm making progress with my trauma history and then get fumed out at the grocery store and have to sleep it off. I hate my life. I hate these greedy and neglectful people that have littered my existence since birth.
Sorry, had to vent. Thanks for listening.
I also have PTSD probably lifelong but only officially diagnosed at the time of my brain injury.
These two phenomena overlap, confuse me, consume me at times. I have chemical exposures that relocate emotional exposures. For years I have tried to protect myself from noxious fumes and noxious people.
Last week the building where my condo is had an ice dam that led a massive amount of water into my kitchen ceiling. I have been up with asthma attacks for a week, trying to get my condo association to do the right thing and gut my ceiling Sheetrock and insulation. The president has been so abusive it's making my head swim. She got some kid in with the IQ of a turnip, and he said all it needs is a coat of paint. I asked him if he had x-Ray vision to which he was confused...my point being that if my lungs speak then they should listen. Nope. The association is only going to pay for paint. What a bunch of assholes.
I have to deal with this all the time, especially from my family. They minimize my chemical sensitivities and go out of their way to trigger me for fun. At one picnic I showed up at my sisters house, I ended up in the hospital with pesticide poisoning. Oops, she said, she just wanted to bomb the Mosquitos in her yard. I am supposed to get notification when anyone uses pesticides so I can get away. I ended up in the hospital after a conference at a hotel that had new rugs. No one knows how to help me other than offering me Xanax while I get sicker from the fumes off the sheets and johnnies.
I can't tell you how often I meet with my therapist seemingly dissociative, but in reality I've had a chemical exposure. The symptoms are the same. I just want to crawl in a hole and get away from all the noxious fumes I get assaulted with. Perfumes, tobacco, laundry products all come in on my clients. It's all I can do to not shake uncontrollably.
Does anyone else have this constellation of disorders? I had gone for three years without an asthma attack, and whack, I'm back as sick as I was when I got taken out of work. I think I'm making progress with my trauma history and then get fumed out at the grocery store and have to sleep it off. I hate my life. I hate these greedy and neglectful people that have littered my existence since birth.
Sorry, had to vent. Thanks for listening.