Brat17, you are right on in your posts! I was first "diagnosed" by my counselor, who was a social worker with many years of experience. I had been seeing her originally for other issues and in the midst of my therapy, I was raped. I had endured domestic violence from an alcoholic husband, divorce, and rape all within a year and a half. When she saw that things were actually getting worse for me, she got out her DSM manual and asked me the questions and recommended I go to a psychiatrist. At first, I didn't want to because I felt out of control. Why was I suffering so terribly for what someone else did to me against my will? Why couldn't I cope? I told myself I was fine until I ended up in the hospital for panic attacks. Six weeks later, I was able to see a psychiatrist who made the official diagnosis...but it was my therapist who really diagnosed me because I had a closer relationship with her and she saw the signs. She was very professional and with 2 people diagnosing me, I know this is my problem...not to say that I couldn't have any other disorders that are co-morbid with it but I prefer not to have another label stuck on me.
Rain, I also have felt this way about mental illness being a degrading label. People, especially here in the US, don't realize how many people honestly have suffered from mental illness at one time or another. It's a silent disease. I know I don't like to admit it to people because I am afraid of what they will think or they will just deem me "another crazy bitch." I'm trying to find acceptance in myself about the trauma I have endured and the consequential PTSD. From reading other people's posts, I have hope that one day that will happen. However, it seems so far off that I can't even imagine it either. PTSD definitely has changed my entire mindset, as far as thinking about the future goes. I'm just trying to survive each day, much less plan very far out in advance.
Rain, I also have felt this way about mental illness being a degrading label. People, especially here in the US, don't realize how many people honestly have suffered from mental illness at one time or another. It's a silent disease. I know I don't like to admit it to people because I am afraid of what they will think or they will just deem me "another crazy bitch." I'm trying to find acceptance in myself about the trauma I have endured and the consequential PTSD. From reading other people's posts, I have hope that one day that will happen. However, it seems so far off that I can't even imagine it either. PTSD definitely has changed my entire mindset, as far as thinking about the future goes. I'm just trying to survive each day, much less plan very far out in advance.