My T thinks I have PTSD even though I have not told her anything about my trauma. I don't even know if it is trauma because I don't even know what to call it right now. I told a previous counsellor about it and she said it was molest. My mum knew what was going on and she told me it was just a game and that I shouldn't lie or make up things that weren't true. My brother who is only a few years older than me used to do sexual things to me and it was a lot more than just a naked game because at times, it was a lot more than just removing my clothes. I don't think it was abuse because he was only maybe ten or eleven at that time but I find it really hard to accept that it was just a game.
Everyone thinks my family is incredibly perfect and that I have no reason to complain about things or to even have a mental illness. I mean at that point of time in my life, my parents weren't in my life at all and my brother did anything he wanted to me and got away with it. He used to lock me up in a storeroom as a prank, did anything he could to make my life a living hell, he called me names, made fun of me and I never could do anything about it. I tried running away so many times because I just couldn't take it anymore and my parents never even knew what was going on. People have told me that what happened was abuse even if I didn't say no and I let him do all these things to me but when do games or pranks or sibling rivalry really cross the line? Is my family right in saying that what happened was normal and I shouldn't make a big deal out of things? I am just so tired of my family and even my relatives making jokes and comments about my mental health issues. They don't even know what I have or what I'm seeing my T for and they just make jokes about how I'm really depressed because I used to self harm and they know about it. Some days, I listen to what they say about me and I ask myself if what they say is true. That I don't even have a reason to complain at all because my life just wasn't that bad and that whatever happened was normal and was not traumatic enough for me to develop PTSD.
I do have signs of PTSD. It's just that I am pretty high functioning and symptoms only get really bad when I am triggered or in periods of high stress so I think my PTSD isn't as serious as most people. I do dissociate when I am triggered and really anxious but most of the times my dissociation and other symptoms don't bother me that much and even if they do, they are still pretty manageable. I've been thinking a lot about whether I'm just exaggerating what happened and I really haven't told my T anything because I don't know if what I went through was even considered a traumatic experience. She has tried asking me about whether I've experienced certain stuff but so far, I've just told her no. What am I supposed to do?
Everyone thinks my family is incredibly perfect and that I have no reason to complain about things or to even have a mental illness. I mean at that point of time in my life, my parents weren't in my life at all and my brother did anything he wanted to me and got away with it. He used to lock me up in a storeroom as a prank, did anything he could to make my life a living hell, he called me names, made fun of me and I never could do anything about it. I tried running away so many times because I just couldn't take it anymore and my parents never even knew what was going on. People have told me that what happened was abuse even if I didn't say no and I let him do all these things to me but when do games or pranks or sibling rivalry really cross the line? Is my family right in saying that what happened was normal and I shouldn't make a big deal out of things? I am just so tired of my family and even my relatives making jokes and comments about my mental health issues. They don't even know what I have or what I'm seeing my T for and they just make jokes about how I'm really depressed because I used to self harm and they know about it. Some days, I listen to what they say about me and I ask myself if what they say is true. That I don't even have a reason to complain at all because my life just wasn't that bad and that whatever happened was normal and was not traumatic enough for me to develop PTSD.
I do have signs of PTSD. It's just that I am pretty high functioning and symptoms only get really bad when I am triggered or in periods of high stress so I think my PTSD isn't as serious as most people. I do dissociate when I am triggered and really anxious but most of the times my dissociation and other symptoms don't bother me that much and even if they do, they are still pretty manageable. I've been thinking a lot about whether I'm just exaggerating what happened and I really haven't told my T anything because I don't know if what I went through was even considered a traumatic experience. She has tried asking me about whether I've experienced certain stuff but so far, I've just told her no. What am I supposed to do?