I want to tell you about those things that have been secrets during my entire Life, at least until I turned 40 years old. When I say secret I mean secret for everybody, both myself and other people. I had lost my memories of my childhood and I thought it must be because of some light braindamage or so. Now I know that it is spelt PTSD...:oops:
Two years ago my Life collapsed. I got flashbacks from a Life that I didn´t know anything about. I understood that this was the reason I had such a poor memoy. I knew that the memories were true. It was first flashes about me wanting to commit suicide, but why? Didn´t I have a perfect childhood? Then I got memories from nine yeas of harassments in school. I realized that I never told my parents. Why? Well, the home-situation wasn´t that good. Both of my parents seem to have had depressions and maybe my father always had PTSD himself. A lot of strange things happened in our home. After a while I got back memories from sexual abuse that were parts of all the harassments. When those memories came I wanted to die. My friends helped me to a doctor and a therapist.
During therapy I discovered another trauma that really knocked me. I was only two years old when my parents forced me to eat in a very harsh way (I know this has happened). My father took me in his lap and held my arms och legs hard. One of my older brothers got to put wooden bricks in my mouth to force it opened. My mother then fed me and I thought I would die. This has effected me in a very strong way and it´s still quite bad.
Even if I got through 40 years of my Life until I got this diagnos I have been effected of all these things without understanding. It´s been a secret even for me. Now I want to discover what my Life really is:barefoot: and I want to learn how to live it. :rolleyes:
Two years ago my Life collapsed. I got flashbacks from a Life that I didn´t know anything about. I understood that this was the reason I had such a poor memoy. I knew that the memories were true. It was first flashes about me wanting to commit suicide, but why? Didn´t I have a perfect childhood? Then I got memories from nine yeas of harassments in school. I realized that I never told my parents. Why? Well, the home-situation wasn´t that good. Both of my parents seem to have had depressions and maybe my father always had PTSD himself. A lot of strange things happened in our home. After a while I got back memories from sexual abuse that were parts of all the harassments. When those memories came I wanted to die. My friends helped me to a doctor and a therapist.
During therapy I discovered another trauma that really knocked me. I was only two years old when my parents forced me to eat in a very harsh way (I know this has happened). My father took me in his lap and held my arms och legs hard. One of my older brothers got to put wooden bricks in my mouth to force it opened. My mother then fed me and I thought I would die. This has effected me in a very strong way and it´s still quite bad.
Even if I got through 40 years of my Life until I got this diagnos I have been effected of all these things without understanding. It´s been a secret even for me. Now I want to discover what my Life really is:barefoot: and I want to learn how to live it. :rolleyes: