woodsy1
MyPTSD Pro
I remember as a kid always swapping sob stories with new friends. That seems to be how we got to know each other. It's almost like we were in a competition to see who had the worst history. In the end it didn't matter who's story reigned supreme; what mattered was that through the process we became friends.
Then it seems that somewhere along the line it became immature, counterproductive or wrong to share these sob stories. You know what? Since that point I've never had as deep of relationship with anyone.
There's a powerful element of bonding in telling our son stories to one another.
Let me tell you mine briefly. Please feel free to ask if you'd like further details on any point.
I was born to an alcoholic abusive father. I was trapped in that situation until age 12. My mom fled my dad at some point and I don't have a single memory of ever seeing them together. There are some pictures, but no memories. Maybe just as well.
The best 6 years of my young life were living with my mom between 6 and 18. Then I entered the military and was further traumatized by drill sargents and war (Desert Shield n Storm). Ugh!
After that I got deeply enmeshed in an abusive faith group for 18 years. Married my wife while in that group and she was abusive, with diagnosed NPD, HPD, BPD, and bi-polar. Escaped her abuse when she cheated on me after 12 years of marriage.
Seems like I am (or was) just a magnet which abusers are drawn to.
Now I'm a total mess with Complex PTSD that completely disables and isolated me. I'm on 100% VA Disability for PTSD, which I jokingly like to call Post Traumatic Spouse Disorder. Lol.
I stuffed all this trauma all my life until it finally took me down. I spent the last 6 years pretty much isolated in my home brooding and terrorized. I am just now processing it all and getting out.
It feels good to connect with you in these stories. I hope you'll reach out and share your experience too. Maybe we'll become sob story friends!
Take care,
Woodsy
Then it seems that somewhere along the line it became immature, counterproductive or wrong to share these sob stories. You know what? Since that point I've never had as deep of relationship with anyone.
There's a powerful element of bonding in telling our son stories to one another.
Let me tell you mine briefly. Please feel free to ask if you'd like further details on any point.
I was born to an alcoholic abusive father. I was trapped in that situation until age 12. My mom fled my dad at some point and I don't have a single memory of ever seeing them together. There are some pictures, but no memories. Maybe just as well.
The best 6 years of my young life were living with my mom between 6 and 18. Then I entered the military and was further traumatized by drill sargents and war (Desert Shield n Storm). Ugh!
After that I got deeply enmeshed in an abusive faith group for 18 years. Married my wife while in that group and she was abusive, with diagnosed NPD, HPD, BPD, and bi-polar. Escaped her abuse when she cheated on me after 12 years of marriage.
Seems like I am (or was) just a magnet which abusers are drawn to.
Now I'm a total mess with Complex PTSD that completely disables and isolated me. I'm on 100% VA Disability for PTSD, which I jokingly like to call Post Traumatic Spouse Disorder. Lol.
I stuffed all this trauma all my life until it finally took me down. I spent the last 6 years pretty much isolated in my home brooding and terrorized. I am just now processing it all and getting out.
It feels good to connect with you in these stories. I hope you'll reach out and share your experience too. Maybe we'll become sob story friends!
Take care,
Woodsy