You Know You Have PTSD When...

[ISupportHer]

You know you have PTSD when you hear loud "pops", duck and hit the floor and then realize it's boiled eggs on the stove.

Sorry couln't resist this one

 

[Vee Lagrome]

LOL!

 

[Iron_Angel]

You have a plan B, C, D, ..., ZZ for self-defense in case an army of people comes screaming over the hill with weaponry. :eek:

I always have plans A through ZZ for everything! And I actually have a plan (more than 1 really) for the zombie apocalypse. The zombies are not getting my brain!

Good luck finding it, I've been looking for years, lol.

And the last time I said that to someone they replied, "Maybe you're sitting on it?" Ha ha!

 

[track108]

You know you have ptsd when you get in the shower and realise you didnt get undressed.

Happy you only smoked 2 packs of cigarettes today

You look at the clock it says 7 and your not sure if its am or pm

 

[Iron_Angel]

...you avoid all movies and TV shows that have stories told in a series of flashbacks because you already get enough of those, thank you very much.

 

[jewel]

You have multiple conversations in your head- sometimes they develop heated arguments.
You fantasize about talking with people to 'get it right' before you actually talk with them.

SO FUNNY! I told my T today I had a real nasty argument in my head with him the oth day and I was too much of a lady to tell him what I said to him. :)

 

[jewel]

You KNOW you have PTSD when you remember twenty times in one day to drive to the pharmacy to pick up your psych meds, then you come home, was your face, brush your teeth (yes I remembered to floss), get undressed, look n the counter for your meds and go oh €#^%! I forgot to drive to the pharmacy! No meds tonight.

 

[Vee Lagrome]

Omg, I do this at least 40 times every month! Or my meds alarm will go off (I programmed my phone to go off at 11:30AM every single morning to remind me to take my meds with lunch, and every single morning I look at the alarm, turn it off, and promptly forget! I think I need to get it tattooed on my fingers or something!

 

[mysihba]

OH geee.....wondered why somebody was banging on my car window while parked in the turn lane...uh hello...discovered why I disliked brushing my teeth ; had been using my dogs tooth paste, missed my last 3 appointments because I just can't remember things unless I write them down....but forgot where I wrote them down. They are probably in the refrigerator along with my missing car keys.
I'm new here. Seriously, this thread is amazing. To mix the horrors with the Humor of it all...is just what we all need and I think we all need to work harder at interjecting the humerous(and purposely digging out the funny side). This is truely a great step towards healing. I hope you all can bear with my typing and dyslexia which are a not too well known symptom of cptsd....as well as spelling. If I can really learn to laugh more at myself, I think I will like the guy I see in the mirror more unless he's really not me in which case he's in big trouble. Thanks, I'll add more of my own to this....
We desperately need each other. Many of us have few if any to really talk to. I'm told that talk is a better alternative to shooting out street lights but the later might be more fun

 

[mysihba]

And...I'm sitting here at 3 a.m., typing and talking to my dog and wishing I would actually make use of the many volumes of stuff I've written over the years. It's mainly stuff I've just written during all phases of ptsd and many in the form or emails to a therapist. Strangely, they are a mixture of working through the horrors intermingled with humerous ramblings a bit like this thread. I think I did my "best work" when I was quite crazy.

 

[shadowchaser]

You are on a first name basis with the people in the er.

The er nurse wakes you up by standing at the door and yelling your name rather then run the risk of you striking her in your sleep again.

The er staff knows your service dog by name and can list off every task she is trained for.

Someone you don't know approaches you talking about all the stuff you do did as kids during the good old days. You keep up the conversation with your best smile on your face. But in the back of your mind your thinking "Who is this psyco and how do they know my name? "

 

[Grace11]

You used to devour books in hours, and now it takes months as you find yourself re-reading previous chapters because you forgot them and cannot follow the story....