This subject takes a lot for me to tell people about (I have only talked it through with one person ever), and I'm terrified of posting this, but I trust you guys to not be too cruel if I'm being the worst.
So in my introduction I posted a little about what I've been through, so I'll just include that I was abused by my mother since I was four years old and lived with her up until last March, two months before I turned sixteen. From about four years old to fourteen, we had a family dog, Max. He was a rescued German Shepherd and the love-fuzz that kept me alive.
I have been on a medication merry-go-round with nothing working for me. In conjunction with that, I was in various psychotherapy sessions. Only one of the therapists was trauma-specialised, and he was very bad. But anyway, talking to people never helped. I hate opening up to people and it doesn't comfort me at all. It actually makes me feel really bad a lot of the time, and embarrassed.
When we had my dog, I basically trained him to react to what was happening to me without realising it. I taught him that when I was having an anxiety attack, he needed to come over and start licking my face or give me his paw, do something to keep me out of my head. I'm terrified of being home alone and I was always on my toes, so I taught Max to "search" where I heard noises. Even if it was in the corner of the room we were in and he didn't react to it, I would ask him to look in the corner anyway and he would humour me. It made me feel safer.
I've always used animals for comfort. When he died at the age of 10 because of cancer and my mum neglecting to take him to the vet when the symptoms first started showing, I was overwhelmed and so afraid. Everything was amplified. The only times I actually felt safe were with horses. I volunteered on a farm where I helped care for and train horses (about thirty of them, it was a show-horse breeding farm) and I took care of the many dogs, cats, chickens, and the pig.
Recently, with nothing making me feel better, I was searching for something. I learned about PTSD service dogs by chance at some point, and was like "Oh hey, I have that, let's see" and I just can't even count the benefits of that option because there are too many. I've done so much research to pros and cons, laws and protection, etc, and I continue to do so. I just think there are so many good things. I remember when my dog was the only reason I was still alive. I remember how he was the one who helped me and kept me safe.
My dad (I am 17) reacted a very different way. Now, he is a dog lover, but he was enraged. He told me I "don't need a dog, laws don't exist to keep dogs in apartments that don't allow pets" and that I "needed to learn how to handle things like a normal person."
Okay so apart from the giant "ouch" I felt at what he said, he only added to my complete invalidation of my emotions. I never reach out for help, so asking him to his face was a big deal for me (I tend not to ask for things because I'm afraid the person I'm asking will hit/punish me like my mum did: my dad never has). So I got it stuck in my head that I don't deserve that much help, being this afraid is completely normal, maybe I never leave the house because I'm actually just lazy, maybe people are just waiting for me to succeed in killing myself, all those fun thoughts I didn't need over what's already in my head.
I'm incredibly bleak about my future, I'm very much over with living because I hate all this suffering. But if I make it another year, whether because I fail again or I just manage to get through, I'll be 18 and in college and it will be my choice. However I'm still terrified. I don't want to bring it up to doctors because I'm afraid of being called a spoilt brat because medication wasn't enough for me. I'm planning to soon, as soon as I get an appointment with me psychiatrist, but I'll probably cry I'll be so scared and I will feel so guilty. I'll be afraid to bring it up to the college mental health therapists for the same reason.
I just need some guidance from people who know what they are talking about. You guys are great and supportive, and I know you will be honest. I need to know if I sound snobby, if I need to get over myself and find something that makes me happy that I don't need to bother other people for, if I'm being a silly self-centred kid, etc. I know what a Service Dog could do for me. I know they won't take away from problems, but I also know for a fact they will help me in my recovery because they will help me face my problems instead of running away. They will get me out of the house, whether I'm scared to leave or not. I won't have to worry about constantly watching everything happening in my surroundings because it could be a threat.
Thank you for reading all of that. I don't know what I deserve or if what I need is "okay". I don't want to have to have someone tell me yes or no about that, but right now I really can't take it just being in my own head. Thank you!
So in my introduction I posted a little about what I've been through, so I'll just include that I was abused by my mother since I was four years old and lived with her up until last March, two months before I turned sixteen. From about four years old to fourteen, we had a family dog, Max. He was a rescued German Shepherd and the love-fuzz that kept me alive.
I have been on a medication merry-go-round with nothing working for me. In conjunction with that, I was in various psychotherapy sessions. Only one of the therapists was trauma-specialised, and he was very bad. But anyway, talking to people never helped. I hate opening up to people and it doesn't comfort me at all. It actually makes me feel really bad a lot of the time, and embarrassed.
When we had my dog, I basically trained him to react to what was happening to me without realising it. I taught him that when I was having an anxiety attack, he needed to come over and start licking my face or give me his paw, do something to keep me out of my head. I'm terrified of being home alone and I was always on my toes, so I taught Max to "search" where I heard noises. Even if it was in the corner of the room we were in and he didn't react to it, I would ask him to look in the corner anyway and he would humour me. It made me feel safer.
I've always used animals for comfort. When he died at the age of 10 because of cancer and my mum neglecting to take him to the vet when the symptoms first started showing, I was overwhelmed and so afraid. Everything was amplified. The only times I actually felt safe were with horses. I volunteered on a farm where I helped care for and train horses (about thirty of them, it was a show-horse breeding farm) and I took care of the many dogs, cats, chickens, and the pig.
Recently, with nothing making me feel better, I was searching for something. I learned about PTSD service dogs by chance at some point, and was like "Oh hey, I have that, let's see" and I just can't even count the benefits of that option because there are too many. I've done so much research to pros and cons, laws and protection, etc, and I continue to do so. I just think there are so many good things. I remember when my dog was the only reason I was still alive. I remember how he was the one who helped me and kept me safe.
My dad (I am 17) reacted a very different way. Now, he is a dog lover, but he was enraged. He told me I "don't need a dog, laws don't exist to keep dogs in apartments that don't allow pets" and that I "needed to learn how to handle things like a normal person."
Okay so apart from the giant "ouch" I felt at what he said, he only added to my complete invalidation of my emotions. I never reach out for help, so asking him to his face was a big deal for me (I tend not to ask for things because I'm afraid the person I'm asking will hit/punish me like my mum did: my dad never has). So I got it stuck in my head that I don't deserve that much help, being this afraid is completely normal, maybe I never leave the house because I'm actually just lazy, maybe people are just waiting for me to succeed in killing myself, all those fun thoughts I didn't need over what's already in my head.
I'm incredibly bleak about my future, I'm very much over with living because I hate all this suffering. But if I make it another year, whether because I fail again or I just manage to get through, I'll be 18 and in college and it will be my choice. However I'm still terrified. I don't want to bring it up to doctors because I'm afraid of being called a spoilt brat because medication wasn't enough for me. I'm planning to soon, as soon as I get an appointment with me psychiatrist, but I'll probably cry I'll be so scared and I will feel so guilty. I'll be afraid to bring it up to the college mental health therapists for the same reason.
I just need some guidance from people who know what they are talking about. You guys are great and supportive, and I know you will be honest. I need to know if I sound snobby, if I need to get over myself and find something that makes me happy that I don't need to bother other people for, if I'm being a silly self-centred kid, etc. I know what a Service Dog could do for me. I know they won't take away from problems, but I also know for a fact they will help me in my recovery because they will help me face my problems instead of running away. They will get me out of the house, whether I'm scared to leave or not. I won't have to worry about constantly watching everything happening in my surroundings because it could be a threat.
Thank you for reading all of that. I don't know what I deserve or if what I need is "okay". I don't want to have to have someone tell me yes or no about that, but right now I really can't take it just being in my own head. Thank you!