You Know You Have PTSD When...

When you wake up to your cat bouncing on your chest to stop your nightmare.....
Snort… or punching your nose.

My childhood cat used to BITE my nose, when he wanted me awake, so I suppose I should be grateful for the balled up little fist… but FAWK. He didn’t break it. But came close. On more than one occasion. That’ll send one leaping skyward. No more sleep. Yes, yes. Purrs and apologies begrudgingly recognised.
 
Your car’s check engine light comes on and your first thought is, “I hate myself.” What even is that? Reframe: car is not me nor is it a reflection of me (thank you narc parent for teaching me to see everything as a self-reflection 🙄).

JFC self-awareness is a 🤬 obstacle course with this disorder
 
Snort… or punching your nose.

My childhood cat used to BITE my nose, when he wanted me awake, so I suppose I should be grateful for the balled up little fist… but FAWK. He didn’t break it. But came close. On more than one occasion. That’ll send one leaping skyward. No more sleep. Yes, yes. Purrs and apologies begrudgingly recognised.
I had a cat that pooped in my shoes. I stick to dogs these days.
 

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