...when you watch a horror film and laugh at how lame it is because real life is far worse
Oh my gosh! YES! and then you laugh and make jokes because in real life, the scariest things have no scary music to warn you, they come out of the blue.
You know you have PTSD when you can't separate your trauma people with the people with you now, so you end up saying stuff to them like (a) "Don't c*t yourself"/"Are you okay? I saw scratches on your arm." and (b) "Don't hit me." and they don't even blink anymore when you say such stuff but (in the case of a) either roll up their sleeves and show you their arms, or they write a note to you, or (in the case of b) they tell everybody that it's time for a break so that you can take a few moments with some friends to talk it out, get another tea to ground yourself AGAIN and have them convince you that your teacher's not going to hurt you.
You know you have PTSD when you have a panic attack/flashback in class and your friend calmly tells you that you're in school and having a flashback. They don't even get shocked anymore. :confused: By anything I do or say.
You know you have PTSD when you find yourself thinking about your friends, and start wondering to yourself how can they even put up with you for another day- and you're all the more grateful that they haven't left you, because they totally could have, so you treasure your good times even more, even if they are few and far between.
You know you have PTSD when you start thinking of ways to try to make days good; hide your anxiety and weirdness or whatever, so you don't feel bad about your friends and your paranoia making you think you're using them and as if it isn't give-and-take at all but just take-take-take for you, and give-give-give for them. It makes me feel selfish. :cry: I don't deserve them.