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Newly Diagnosed PTSD-- hugs needed
Hugs please..
I feel like I am going out of my mind sometimes when the fear and jitters attack me.
When he walked through the door today I got so afraid that I ran and dove into the bedroom where my mom was sitting and got my jeans caught on the dresser drawer making a loud "plunk" noise as I hit the floor and pulled lightly on the dresser.
I don't want to call him my dad. Or my anything.
I am having petite mal seizures so much more often now due to the stress. Even more than once a day.
I am not safe. I feel so unsafe, yet I feel like I am overreacting.. in a sense.
The emotional and verbal abuse scarred me for life. From him and from my brother. But I keep second-guessing my worth and whether or not I even deserve to have PTSD because I was never beaten as a child by a cruel step-father, I was never raped by a terrifying boyfriend, I was never stalked by an ex-con, I've never been shot at by enemy troops in the middle of a desert... Yet I have their mental issues from domestic terror. And trauma. I feel so weak knowing that I am afraid of my own family. I feel so judged and alone. I feel so... terrified. I panic everyday. I can't help myself sometimes. Hearing his voice makes me sick. It makes my heart race when he talks to me.
My adrenaline rushes in and I want to run... far... oh, so far.
Loud noises and people jumping out at me or pursuing my in a predatory, even if playful, fashion. They all scare me so badly. I feel like I don't deserve to live. Like I am an embodiment of disrespect to those who have PTSD who truly, physically suffered.. but I know I need help. So how can anyone accept me having that disorder yet not suffering as much as someone who got raped. My therapist told me that trauma is trauma and I have definitely been traumatized. I just feel like an outsider to the group of people who share this disorder.
Last edited by Ihavetobelieve33 : 14-07-2012 at 02:06 AM.
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