Blue Jean Grandma
New Here
Hello! Several years ago, after a chain of traumatic events, I was diagnosed with P.T.S.D. At the time, I was a working professionally in, of all places, the mental health field. My tormentor happened to be a client AND an attorney. For nine months, I begged my small town's law-enforcement and legal system to help me. HOWEVER the small town seemed much more committed to the "status" of a lawyer than the welfare of me. I reached the point of pure desperation, and sent a letter to the attorney regulation counsel in our state. My employer learned of my letter, and I was fired (even though he was not "my" client, but rather a man who had a crush on me). The next day, I was hospitalized. Long-story-short. . . my tormentor finally got "crazy" enough to convince the local district attorney to file charges and, in essence, "ran him out of town". By then, my faith in my home of 45 years was ruined. My career was ruined. My health was ruined. I moved 240 miles from my chilren, and grandchildren, to start anew. I secured a job but found it more and more difficult to function - my resting blood pressure was always high, I felt sick all of the time, and I trusted no one. After 2 years, I quit. Today, I have no health insurance, I'm unemployed, and I still trust NO ONE! Just a few days ago, it dawned on me that, although I've had some therapy - I'm not better. It's effecting every piece of my life. I'm so very tired, and most of the time wish I wouldn't wake up in the morning. There's help out there for Vets, yet I'm not a Vet. Any suggestions would be more than welcomed. Thank You!
