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First time posting but have been reading for a few weeks. In the past I had been diagnosed with PTSD for miscellaneous childhood things (raised by a mentally ill mother, spent extensive time living away from home in a youth shelter, frequently ran away, numerous encounters with random pedophiles, etc.) but that always struck me as weird and unhealthy rather than traumatic per se, so I never embraced the diagnosis. I was also diagnosed as having DDNOS, which I guess is closely related to c-PTSD.
In any event, last summer my adult son (who was living out of state) had a psychotic break during the COVID pandemic. He was hospitalized and requested that I go there to help him out when he was discharged. I willingly did so. Less then 72 hours after discharge he had a relapse and became paranoid and delusional. I was trying to figure out how to talk him into letting me drive him back to the hospital when he snuck up behind me and started stabbing me with a knife. I don't remember exactly how, but I was able to escape the apartment while bleeding heavily and he was arrested after a 30 minute stand-off with the police.
My son is doing much better now. After nearly 6 months in a psych unit inside a county jail he had a plea-bargain which got him into a mental health diversion program. He is now living in a half-way house. I talk to him on the phone at least once a week. He still frequently apologizes for the attack. I long ago forgave him and never wanted to press charges (but once the police were involved it was out of my hands). While all this is good, it does mean that I am never far from a reminder of the incident.
For a while I seemed to be doing better, but the one-year anniversary hit me hard. I have always struggled with insomnia but it has become much worse since then. Therapy and antidepressants help, but only to a point. I don't know if things can ever really be fixed.
Can't think of anything else to say. Thanks for reading.
In any event, last summer my adult son (who was living out of state) had a psychotic break during the COVID pandemic. He was hospitalized and requested that I go there to help him out when he was discharged. I willingly did so. Less then 72 hours after discharge he had a relapse and became paranoid and delusional. I was trying to figure out how to talk him into letting me drive him back to the hospital when he snuck up behind me and started stabbing me with a knife. I don't remember exactly how, but I was able to escape the apartment while bleeding heavily and he was arrested after a 30 minute stand-off with the police.
My son is doing much better now. After nearly 6 months in a psych unit inside a county jail he had a plea-bargain which got him into a mental health diversion program. He is now living in a half-way house. I talk to him on the phone at least once a week. He still frequently apologizes for the attack. I long ago forgave him and never wanted to press charges (but once the police were involved it was out of my hands). While all this is good, it does mean that I am never far from a reminder of the incident.
For a while I seemed to be doing better, but the one-year anniversary hit me hard. I have always struggled with insomnia but it has become much worse since then. Therapy and antidepressants help, but only to a point. I don't know if things can ever really be fixed.
Can't think of anything else to say. Thanks for reading.