Just finished my consultation a couple hours ago, and I was kind of surprised at the outcome. Even though I know my symptoms have been pointing to PTSD, I was hoping that she would say what a lot of people on here have been telling me, that what I have is some type of anxiety disorder instead of PTSD, but she said I scored off the charts for two of the categories (4/5, 5/5, and 2/5, though not in that order and I can't remember which one matched which of the three groups). One of her first questions was whether I've been through some type of ongoing abuse, or a one time thing, and I said, nothing sexual or physical; I had an abusive teacher. And right away she said, "Yep, that'll do it." And when I told her that I was 14 at the time, she cringed, because it's such a young age where your mind is still developing. Even if it was for a 50 minute class period every day for one school year, she said that'll do it. She said that when you get put into a situation where an authority figure who you're supposed to be able to trust, bullies you, even if they never raise their voice, then your mind reacts the same way it would as if you were being assaulted or raped, and you lose your sense of safety. She also asked about what triggered it after these years, and how even the slightest thing can suddenly click in someone's memory, and their mind acts like they're in danger all over again. She talked about how she specializes in CBT therapy and talk therapy, and how a lot of her clients like it, and how it might work for me since I'm a writer. She said if I'm not interested in that, then she can always refer me to one of the other psychologists she knows, that specialize in rapid eye movement techniques and other things. She seemed to really understand and she was easy to talk to. I felt comfortable in her office. She also said that she has 12 clients who are bully victims.
I left there in kind of a daze and had kind of a long drive. My concentration is rather poor right now, so that probably wasn't the safest thing. Then I went to Wal Mart, which was weird. I forgot a couple of the things on my list and I was kind of in a daze there, too, and in Wal Mart you're always having to watch where you're going because it's so crowded and apologizing for running into people.
When I got home I was hopeful, but now I can't stop picturing that classroom with those ugly bright lights and I'm feeling humiliation even though there's nothing to be humiliated about. In fact I think I'd rather be scared or depressed than humiliated. Writing about those details is going to be hard, but hopefully talking about them with her will help.
I left there in kind of a daze and had kind of a long drive. My concentration is rather poor right now, so that probably wasn't the safest thing. Then I went to Wal Mart, which was weird. I forgot a couple of the things on my list and I was kind of in a daze there, too, and in Wal Mart you're always having to watch where you're going because it's so crowded and apologizing for running into people.
When I got home I was hopeful, but now I can't stop picturing that classroom with those ugly bright lights and I'm feeling humiliation even though there's nothing to be humiliated about. In fact I think I'd rather be scared or depressed than humiliated. Writing about those details is going to be hard, but hopefully talking about them with her will help.