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I'm new to the forum but have been looking in now and again.
I've had PTSD since childhood I guess, though never knew that was the "name" for what was happening. I'm 38 now and have finally after so many years entered trauma therapy. I guess its specified as CPTSD. I'm having a hard time with it. I have problems asking for help. I literally CANT. My therapist always says I can reach out, but I just cant seem to do it. I'll self talk until i convince myself im okay when i know im really not. And ill just continue to let it eat at me until I can't stand it anymore.
I'll try to cut to the chase.. I'm adopted but know my biological family. It's not a healthy situation for me to see them, yet I still bought a ticket to go see them. Of course it triggered me and I came home in pieces. But I held it together as best I could, until I couldn't. I went to my session and basically word vomitted things ive always kept secret.
I left that session pretty messed up but if I'm anything it's a good actress convincing everyone I'm just fine. Only I was past my breaking point and had NO idea how to ask for help. So i left her office telling her im good, ive got this.
I wasn't good and I defenitly didnt have "this".
I knew I needed help but knew I couldn't ask for it, UNLESS I got drunk. So I didn't "contain" myself. I knew I was bad off and got drunk knowing I'd break down. I rarely drink to excess. It's Just something I've learned through the years. PTSD and alcohol don't mix. But once every other year i loose my stuff, need help, can't ask for it so decide to obliterate myself in order to ask for help...you can imagine what happened I'm sure.
I felt in my drunken stuper I could finally say I wasn't okay. I told my therapist, I called my boss to tell them I needed time off and called my parents to tell them I was breaking down and the only thing I knew to do was go to the hospital. So I did. I went. They didn't admit me because, well because once I was sitting in that hospital bed I sobered up enough to say it was a mistake and I would be fine. I'm kind of mad they didnt see through that. But being hospitalized is too confining and embarrassing for me so its probably for the best in the long run.
Everyone has been super supportive. My parents, work, therapist and friends...they've all made sure I was okay today. But I can't bring myself to go back to work. Everyone knows now that I have this and I'm so embarrassed. Im supposed to call work and talk to them about how much time I need off but I feel so exposed and humiliated I havent been able to. I'm still so anxious that I havnt been able to sleep or deal with other people even though i wish I could have company. My parents want to comfort me but when I'm triggered I cant be touched and I know it makes them feel badly that I can't even let them sit near me. They're worried that I live alone but I can't stand to be around anyone so declined the invitation to sleep at their house. I declined having dinner with friends or even having them over.
I'm not on any medication thinking i can do this without that kind of help...but maybe its time to consider that kind of help. I have to do something. I can't just keep going like this. I need this anxiety to be under control.
My therapist says there's ups and downs and it's okay. But I'm just so ashamed and embarrassed. Even my boss says they just want to help. Best case scenario, right? Except all I feel is Shame and humiliation because I want everything to be okay so badly and everyone knows it's not. I can't hide my ptsd anymore and I don' like that.
Am I alone in all of this? I feel alone. Like everyone is normal and I'm over here a hot mess. I don't know what to do. I just can't go back to work. I can't even face myself let alone anyone else.
I've had PTSD since childhood I guess, though never knew that was the "name" for what was happening. I'm 38 now and have finally after so many years entered trauma therapy. I guess its specified as CPTSD. I'm having a hard time with it. I have problems asking for help. I literally CANT. My therapist always says I can reach out, but I just cant seem to do it. I'll self talk until i convince myself im okay when i know im really not. And ill just continue to let it eat at me until I can't stand it anymore.
I'll try to cut to the chase.. I'm adopted but know my biological family. It's not a healthy situation for me to see them, yet I still bought a ticket to go see them. Of course it triggered me and I came home in pieces. But I held it together as best I could, until I couldn't. I went to my session and basically word vomitted things ive always kept secret.
I left that session pretty messed up but if I'm anything it's a good actress convincing everyone I'm just fine. Only I was past my breaking point and had NO idea how to ask for help. So i left her office telling her im good, ive got this.
I wasn't good and I defenitly didnt have "this".
I knew I needed help but knew I couldn't ask for it, UNLESS I got drunk. So I didn't "contain" myself. I knew I was bad off and got drunk knowing I'd break down. I rarely drink to excess. It's Just something I've learned through the years. PTSD and alcohol don't mix. But once every other year i loose my stuff, need help, can't ask for it so decide to obliterate myself in order to ask for help...you can imagine what happened I'm sure.
I felt in my drunken stuper I could finally say I wasn't okay. I told my therapist, I called my boss to tell them I needed time off and called my parents to tell them I was breaking down and the only thing I knew to do was go to the hospital. So I did. I went. They didn't admit me because, well because once I was sitting in that hospital bed I sobered up enough to say it was a mistake and I would be fine. I'm kind of mad they didnt see through that. But being hospitalized is too confining and embarrassing for me so its probably for the best in the long run.
Everyone has been super supportive. My parents, work, therapist and friends...they've all made sure I was okay today. But I can't bring myself to go back to work. Everyone knows now that I have this and I'm so embarrassed. Im supposed to call work and talk to them about how much time I need off but I feel so exposed and humiliated I havent been able to. I'm still so anxious that I havnt been able to sleep or deal with other people even though i wish I could have company. My parents want to comfort me but when I'm triggered I cant be touched and I know it makes them feel badly that I can't even let them sit near me. They're worried that I live alone but I can't stand to be around anyone so declined the invitation to sleep at their house. I declined having dinner with friends or even having them over.
I'm not on any medication thinking i can do this without that kind of help...but maybe its time to consider that kind of help. I have to do something. I can't just keep going like this. I need this anxiety to be under control.
My therapist says there's ups and downs and it's okay. But I'm just so ashamed and embarrassed. Even my boss says they just want to help. Best case scenario, right? Except all I feel is Shame and humiliation because I want everything to be okay so badly and everyone knows it's not. I can't hide my ptsd anymore and I don' like that.
Am I alone in all of this? I feel alone. Like everyone is normal and I'm over here a hot mess. I don't know what to do. I just can't go back to work. I can't even face myself let alone anyone else.