I think I throw things away without thinking. Same thing, went through my junk drawer and found all sorts of things that I had bought because I thought I was out of. I cleaned on my garage a week ago and found 20 tubes of caulk, twenty paint brushes and tons on duplicates of screwdrivers and other things. Why did I buy them? Because my garage was such a mess that when I tried to find something I couldn't find one so I went to buy another. Well, my garage is totally organized now to the point that I put all my screws and nails in a labeled containers. Everything is totally organzied and labeled.
This lawsuit and the police assault did put a damper on my weekend even all this time. One of the symptoms of PTSD is that you don't think that the world is a safe place. Well, I had all the other symptoms of PTSD but I never really thought of the world as an unsafe place until the assault. I know how Brat feels. I was a good, law biding citizen so I was never afraid of being arrested much less beat up by police. Now, after almost three years, not only have the police not been accountable. I feel even more violated because they got all my mental healthy records and put me through the deposition. What if I had a five year old daughter drown in the pool and ended up going into a mental hospital and seeing a psychiatrist or therapist for years because of that? Then I got assaulted by the police? Well, I could be psychologically tortured by my own guilt for not watching my child. It could happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere and that's why I'm scared. I thought I was exempt. I was never afraid of being punished by the police.
I know it is more difficult for me because of my alcoholic and out of control father. The lucky children in the world have parents that will punish them for staying out late or not doing their homework or something tangible. But the unlucky ones (like me and many others) never know when they are going to be beaten because the parents aren't rational and are out of control. I remember when we brought home our report cards if we didn't get straight A's, we were beaten. Well, one day I brought home my report card with straight A's and my father took one look at my smiling face and beat the heck out of me for "thinking I was smarter than him". As I got to be an adult, I got rid of that fear. I learned to manage myself and knew if I paid my bills, got to work on time, obeyed the law, avoiding getting in relationships with unhealthy men, I was not going to get beat up. But that isn't true since I got beat up by the police for sitting on a garage floor. Knowing that they completely ignored the band members smoking crack on the porch every Sunday, it doesn't make sense. I don't feel safe in the world any longer. I'm trying to learn how to again.