littleoc
MyPTSD Pro
I have no idea how to title this... hm.
Well, I'm feeling... weird.
I've noticed that of my family members, I seem to be the only one with PTSD.
My mom has been abused and raped as a child. My little brother was sexually abused. My sister almost died twice. My twin brother was violently assaulted, often, by my dad. All of us were neglected and emotionally abused and manipulated, experimented on. My mom was beaten up in front of us by my dad, and that situation caused my twin brother to become deaf, and my sister to cry because she didn't know what to do. My dad, even, has been through trauma, though he possesses no empathy.
So... why do I have PTSD, and not them?
Was it being kidnapped? Was it being raped for a year by a pedophile, was it fire or needles up there or rubbing alcohol? Was it falling unwillingly into a fantasy world and then trying to convince myself it was real?
Is my brain messed up? Was I more prone somehow? Was it epigenetics or some environmental thing?
Maybe my twin brother's Christianity helped him have hope through hard times? Maybe my twin brother had some kind of buffer? Maybe my sister having a different dad than me helped her know what was wrong?
Anyone have an article I haven't found?
Thank you very much for any help.
Well, I'm feeling... weird.
I've noticed that of my family members, I seem to be the only one with PTSD.
My mom has been abused and raped as a child. My little brother was sexually abused. My sister almost died twice. My twin brother was violently assaulted, often, by my dad. All of us were neglected and emotionally abused and manipulated, experimented on. My mom was beaten up in front of us by my dad, and that situation caused my twin brother to become deaf, and my sister to cry because she didn't know what to do. My dad, even, has been through trauma, though he possesses no empathy.
So... why do I have PTSD, and not them?
Was it being kidnapped? Was it being raped for a year by a pedophile, was it fire or needles up there or rubbing alcohol? Was it falling unwillingly into a fantasy world and then trying to convince myself it was real?
Is my brain messed up? Was I more prone somehow? Was it epigenetics or some environmental thing?
Maybe my twin brother's Christianity helped him have hope through hard times? Maybe my twin brother had some kind of buffer? Maybe my sister having a different dad than me helped her know what was wrong?
Anyone have an article I haven't found?
Thank you very much for any help.