You Know You Have PTSD When...

[anni]

That's the exact spot on the back of the knee where all the nerve endings must gather for donuts at 1 a.m. also, and bring friends. I'd post another to show how much it's spread now but nobody's had breakfast here in the US and it's beyond unattractive.

That's our ancient, senile kitty- she's taken to cuddling up and purring at the garbage can at night. No idea on the planet why but it makes her happy. You know you have PTSD if you clean the garbage can daily and provide a pillow so the senile cat can continue her relationship with it.

 

[intothelight]

You know you have PTSD when..................

You take your dog to the pet store to get dog food; park the car; walk into the store; and then are totally confused why it has balloons and party supplies. The first thought is "they rearranged", not "I am in the wrong store". Two isles later and some very bewildered sales people, you realize you are not in the right place.

On a side note, it was funny to walk into a retail party supply store with a dog and have no one question it. There is no way a 3 1/2 month old Newf puppy can pass for a service animal. I have to help her keep from tripping over her own leash. I am the "service human".

 

[anni]

I'm sorry, Deb but you win the coffee through the nose award for today- hahahahahahahaha!! OH good God, my dear- the store thing!!!! 'They rearranged"- hee! Somewhere is the security camera for that- would give MUCH to see the dawn breaking there. OH my- another keyboard to mop up. It was still damp from Miss Anti walking into the shower in her clothes- been there also.

 

[shadowchaser]

You know you have ptsd when you go shopping for a car and pick one not based on gas efficiency or features but size.

Was at a jeep dealership with a friend and sat in the drivers seat of a Wrangler. Never felt so safe in a car. All I could think was "if they don't move or try to run into me I could just run them over!"

 

[shadowchaser]

You just might have ptsd when you stalk random face book accounts to see what normal people talk about

 

[Poppycocteau]

You know you have PTSD when . . .

a) You assess everything (and I mean everything) in terms of how it might lead to or prevent the death of yourself or a loved one. Mostly a loved one.

b) You only bother to factor your own death into the calculations because you can't bear the idea of how upset the people who care about you would be if anything happened to you.

c) You spend three entire days compiling a comprehensive first aid kit so that if anything does happen you won't implode due to the guilt of not being prepared, and end up very frustrated because you can't find a decent Airborne Virus Protection Mask anywhere! :mad:

 

[incongruent]

When you're friends have code-words to deal with your weirdness, and whenever someone compliments you it's normally "You are one of the most..... unabashedly crazy people I know." ><

< Please capitalize the first letter of your posts.> Amethist

 

[BloomInWinter]

When you wonder why people are looking at the front of your sweater and only to discover three days LATER that there's a funny looking HOT PINK 'sticker' on your dark blue sweater front...

...and it's the nipple marker from your mammogram!

Yup, got triggered by a former coworker and lost it when getting dressed after while in full-on dissociation.

I remember wondering at the time 'Now, where did THAT gooooooooo?'

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[Kintsugi]

When you feel totally validated in unashamedly going outside with a visible and drawn weapon while you walk your dog after midnight in a sketchy apartment complex.

Yes, I just did this. At least I decided to switch from gigantic knife that may seriously scare someone unprepared to see a girl with a giant knife in her hand to a nightstick-looking bat that is pretty clearly for defensive purposes and... not as sharp and slice-y. >.< If anybody ever sees me they're going to think I'm a total nutcase. When I have a German shepherd I'll leave the bat at home. Till then... :cautious:

 

[KP the nut]

In seconds you go from being comfortable on your own to OMG something terrible is going to happen and wander around the house looking for danger. That is me now - aaarrrgh. I have no idea why I am shaking, trembling, scared, hypervigilant, sick and fighting back tears.

 

[incongruent]

When you feel totally validated in unashamedly going outside with a visible and drawn weapon while you walk your dog after midnight in a sketchy apartment complex.

Yes, I just did this. At least I decided to switch from gigantic knife that may seriously scare someone unprepared to see a girl with a giant knife in her hand to a nightstick-looking bat that is pretty clearly for defensive purposes and... not as sharp and slice-y. >.< If anybody ever sees me they're going to think I'm a total nutcase. When I have a German shepherd I'll leave the bat at home. Till then... :cautious:

My mother never leaves the house without her switch blade. My father always has a gun in the vehicle.
As such, if I saw you wandering around my neighborhood- I'd probably think nothing of it. =P

 

[KP the nut]

You know you have PTSD when you receive an alert to say someone has quoted your post and you are scared to open it in case they are cross with what you have said :confused: