That I really have and have had, this f'n PTSD thing, for much of my life That my condition and all the suffering has a name, is real, and though treatable, is incurable. Apparently, as my records show, I was first diagnosed with PTSD in 1994, though should have been yrs. earlier. These days they have a diagnosis called complex PTSD. Didn't even know such a thing existed until this forum. Won't label myself with this now either, as I won't feed the ego-feeding bullcrap' that goes on in this life, splitting apart and splitting up support under absurd reasoning. I've heard and tolerated so much bullcrap in my life from egomaniacs that think their good fortune and/or terrible fortune makes them superior or better than the next. Sickens me......Once upon a time, I was resilient and I was normal and fought to escape, rise above and beyond all the abuse and neglect imposed upon me. That of what I witnessed and that of what I received. I hated it all, and detested everyone of the excuses, principles and concepts surrounding it. All I ever wanted was for people to welcome one another, treat others as they would want to be treated and share some love and decency. I did my best to survive and damn it, I'm not to blame that I couldn't withstand it all without finally developing PTSD. I bit of a rant squeezed in here, so I'll end now. Just a little bit angry for the moment.............