Hello
I am pretty sure I have PTSD, but I don't know if it will ever be diganosed because it was caused by doctors.
I have alot of help always, but I'd like to talk to someone who can relate.
I have a wonderful husband who has helped me so much and a cute 2 mo old daughter, so I'm reletively happy right now, but I'd like to not be broken anymore.
I'm not ready to trust someone who claims the title "doctor" enough to help me with this problem but I don't know how much more my home base can do.
The root of my problem was a very bad peditrition who touched me like a living piece rotted steak and talked over my head like I couldn't comprehend what was going on or like I didn't matter.He made me feel non-human and dirty.
Going to the doctor was always like a punishment when I was growing up. "Don't play near that wood pile you'll fall and I'll have to take you to the doctor and you'll have to get stitches."
My greatgrandmother died of cancer when I was little but to me she was sick after she'd just gotten back from the doctor. She would come back from a surgery after they took off another piece or after chimo all lethargic and dead-looking. Between visits she livened up.
I'll have debilitating nightmares which I will only half wake up from. I don't really remember what happenes when that happenes, but I've been told I try to scratch off my skin where I feel especially dirty.
That doesn't seem too dangersous on an overall scale, but other things worry me.
My daughter was born in our bathtub because I fell asleep there and didn't walke up until she was crowning and I'm trying to find out if it was subconsciously intentional. I don't know if I knew my water broke before I took the bath.
I've done stuff like that before like when I was six I fell and gashed my ankle open. My aunt wanted to "see incase you need stitches." I showed her my scrathced knee and hid my ankle saying that was what was wrong then gave myself three stitches when I got home.
I find myself wondering "am I right to feel so wrong? He was only doing his job." Alot feeling like I don't deserve help because I shouldn't have a problem because I wasn't raped, just touched medically.
I am pretty sure I have PTSD, but I don't know if it will ever be diganosed because it was caused by doctors.
I have alot of help always, but I'd like to talk to someone who can relate.
I have a wonderful husband who has helped me so much and a cute 2 mo old daughter, so I'm reletively happy right now, but I'd like to not be broken anymore.
I'm not ready to trust someone who claims the title "doctor" enough to help me with this problem but I don't know how much more my home base can do.
The root of my problem was a very bad peditrition who touched me like a living piece rotted steak and talked over my head like I couldn't comprehend what was going on or like I didn't matter.He made me feel non-human and dirty.
Going to the doctor was always like a punishment when I was growing up. "Don't play near that wood pile you'll fall and I'll have to take you to the doctor and you'll have to get stitches."
My greatgrandmother died of cancer when I was little but to me she was sick after she'd just gotten back from the doctor. She would come back from a surgery after they took off another piece or after chimo all lethargic and dead-looking. Between visits she livened up.
I'll have debilitating nightmares which I will only half wake up from. I don't really remember what happenes when that happenes, but I've been told I try to scratch off my skin where I feel especially dirty.
That doesn't seem too dangersous on an overall scale, but other things worry me.
My daughter was born in our bathtub because I fell asleep there and didn't walke up until she was crowning and I'm trying to find out if it was subconsciously intentional. I don't know if I knew my water broke before I took the bath.
I've done stuff like that before like when I was six I fell and gashed my ankle open. My aunt wanted to "see incase you need stitches." I showed her my scrathced knee and hid my ankle saying that was what was wrong then gave myself three stitches when I got home.
I find myself wondering "am I right to feel so wrong? He was only doing his job." Alot feeling like I don't deserve help because I shouldn't have a problem because I wasn't raped, just touched medically.