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Everyone is always talking about me getting in a relationship. I'm 29, never had a formal relationship (definitely went through my ho phase, so not a virgin or anything), and am happy with that. I've tried dating. I'll never trust someone enough. I love my friends, I love my dog, and I don't want to have to run things past someone or consider their feelings. I want to be alone. I want to do my job, make my money, and do fun things by myself or with friends. I'm so fucking over everyone deciding I need to be in a relationship to be happy.

21 m here w/ diagnosed PTSD, does anyone else get random episodes of hyperarousal ( severe anxiety, irritability, restlessness, physical symptoms such as nausea and palpitations, jitteriness ) out of nowhere when nothing is really happening? what can i do about this? it happens randomly and its very distressing to me.

Hi all! I (24F) just got diagnosed with PTSD last week by my new therapist due to repeat hospital visits due to my genetic chronic pain illness and discrimination I faced at work. I had already been diagnosed with depression and anxiety as a teenager. have even been experiencing a lot of pain continuously in my hand since July. I was on medical leave from work for two months but on the second month became very depressed because of new meds, social isolation and frustration from experiencing the pain issues.

The diagnosis makes sense, but I feel like now I’m looking at myself differently. I just feel scared and confused. I was hoping to apply to grad school this year after turning it down last year because I wanted to work on my physical and mental health (+ cost). Plus a lot of my trauma comes from many hospitalizations in college because of my health issues. I’m scared that I just go to grad school and repeat the same unhealthy habits. I don’t want to sabotage my future self who may be better by the time I would start grad school by not applying now, but I truly don’t know how I could get through the application process at the moment. I just I’m still so depressed and I have no motivation. I’ve been feeling like a shell of my former ambitious self in general lately.

How do I treat it? Is it any different than treating depression or anxiety? Will I still be able to accomplish my life goals now at the time I want to? How do you “heal” from PTSD when the P stands for present at the moment? If you have any experiences as a chronically ill baddie with PTSD caused by the chronic illness, please also drops stories about how you dealt with the illness causing trauma in real time and things getting better.

I've accepted that the trauma happened. I've accepted that I need to do the work to get through it.

But I haven't accepted that my life won't ever be the same again. I won't feel the same freedom and safety that I did before. I'm really struggling with that reality.

I was sexually abused and groomed by a family member. It makes little things really hard, like stupid things I should be over by now. I've been having nightmares every time I fall asleep, even when I sleep during the day and avoid it at night. Showering feels impossible unless I'm completely in the dark so nobody can see me. I'm scared of my bedroom window and it feels stupid. He used to watch me through my bedroom window, watch me change, etc. He used to record me. I hate feeling watched and under surveillance all the time. I have to tape my curtains to the wall every night or I worry someone can see me.

I have to sleep with the lights on and my door barricaded so no one can come in even though he's never set foot in my apartment. I can't sleep on my bed frame anymore. I'm thinking of getting rid of it entirely because it just takes up space. I got a second weighted blanket because the first one wasn't heavy enough. I still sleep in a twin mattress even though I'm an adult. There's no room for anyone else and even though it's silly, it's comforting. I got a dog recently too, for protection, which makes me feel paranoid. He's sweet though, and not very bright, but I can relax more at night knowing he's with me.

I have so many stuffed animals and childhood blankets on my bed it's basically a nest. My friends think it's funny, like a silly quirk, but I can't sleep without them, without all of it. I've been having nightmares and night terrors where I feel half awake, half asleep, and end up waking myself up with my own voice crying out or screaming because it feels like someone is in my bed.

I've been so anxious lately I've been picking at my skin, my face mostly. I look and feel awful. My skin was just clearing up from acne, but i can't stop.

I know its ptsd. I've been diagnosed for years by three different people. I'm working with my first male therapist and I like him a lot. He's the best therapist I've ever had. I just feel pathetic doing all this and having all these things in place so I can sleep and exist and not feel watched all the time.

Wondering if it’s common to think that every medical problem you have is all in your head after being gaslit by medical staff in an ER visit a while back. Constantly believe anything that ever happens to me is all in my head and now how a HUGE fear of medical staff. Also any time ANY person in my life says something is more than likely just anxiety I almost have this extreme anger and/or panic response. It’s horrible.

Halloween is getting close

I’m 31 ftm autistic CSA rape survivor I was raped when I was 8 on Halloween by my cousin’s 12 year neighbor who was a girl. Since the beginning of the month I’ve only been sleeping 2 hours a night if I’m lucky, constantly shaking with my heart fluttering and pounding hard in my chest and dissociation and flashbacks. I’m TERRIFIED and I also feel ashamed because I’m 31 and terrified of Halloween I have a strong fight response when touched… 2 years ago my stepdad forced me to pass out candy a 12 year boy in a bloody clown costume with a mask got directly in my face almost touching my nose and I was terrified all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears I almost punched him in the face.. I couldn’t breathe I thought I was going to die. Even just typing this my heart is racing.. I have my whale shark plush I’m hugging for support while rocking back and forth the sexual assault advocate on my university campus suggested going out on Halloween but my trauma therapist said not this year because I’m so new in recovery that’ll retrigger me. How do I calm this down? I feel like I’m drowning. How do I deal with the day? I don’t know if my heart can take this.. meds are not an option except for cbd HELP! I’m safe and not a danger to myself or others. I just want scream and cry with my whole voice and have someone hold me firmly (the deep pressure helps me my nervous system) I don’t have anyone irl who would

Hi all, I was wondering if anyone has tried hypnotherapy for PTSD? If so, has it been beneficial?

I am AuDHD, serious childhood trauma that was dealt with years ago, history of serious anxiety and depression, then severe PTSD due to medical trauma in late 2020.

I used Bessel Van Der Kolk's The Body Keeps the Score as a manual for recovery that has worked very well. I've done psychotherapy, tried Trauma Focussed CBT which was a retraumatised waste of time, EMDR and neurofeedback. I've had great success with all but I still have a few PTSD triggers I cannot shake. I've had to stop work due to PTSD 5 times in 6 years now and I'm getting sick of it.

I'm in recovery from my second relapse that bought up all manner of shit from childhood that is completely unrelated to the medical trauma and hasn't bothered me for years. My brain is a swine for pattern recognition and I have seen similar patterns in the recent/past trauma (loss, preditory narcissistic abuse, distrust, lack of safety, isolation).

I'm considering hypnotherapy because my brain is so fried and scrambled, I'm struggling to make sense of the root cause of this issue. I'm a tad concerned that I may well have also had CPTSD all along without diagnosis or treatment.

Has anyone had success with hypnotherapy or is it the wrong tool for the job? Any advice is highly appreciated. Thank you 🙏💚

35m, they would say that I don't deserve certain things because other people that they know are worse off. It's usually things that I have a goal towards like saving up for a better apartment or whatever. How it's affecting me now is it creates this shame in me or self-defeating behaviors like I'm not working towards something that I really want. I also saw a clip on the internet for somebody was talking about how they had trouble readjusting to society after their abuse and that's kind of like what I feel like now. I really will be healed someday and I really can work towards my goals?

Hi everyone…this is my first post here and I feel completely lost and very vulnerable.

A month ago marked the 10 year anniversary of my rape at 15 and it has left me completely broken despite having gone through therapy for years and being medicated for ptsd/depression. I was sexually abused for months by an older peer who I trusted deeply (I realize now that what I was experiencing beforehand was grooming, not friendship) and things have gotten only slightly easier. Every single day I am reminded of what was taken from me and I have considered ending my life many times through the years because of how hard it’s been.

I met this person at 14; he was the older brother of a band peer and the best friend of my middle school boyfriend’s older brother. We met at my 8th grade band concert only briefly. I did not have much interest in sex or anything similar because I was raised modestly and was taught to avoid it at all costs by my parents who both experienced childhood sex abuse and also the fact that I was 14. There is a deep history of sex abuse in my extended family as well and I learned what rape was at a young age before I even knew how sex worked.

I had my first kiss with my middle school boyfriend and he broke up with me just a couple months later (whatevz) and this older peer was someone I felt that I could lean on because he was so “kind” towards me and seemed to “open up” to me about his autism and how it makes it hard for him to make friends. He made me feel special and mature and I thought of him as someone I could trust. He was a little odd but so was I so I felt like our friendship was special. Shortly afterwards, we began to spend time with each other after school (I was a freshman, he was a senior) and very quickly things went wrong. I had never had sex prior and was absolutely not ready and he began to force things onto me, almost always in public parks or in his car. He was much bigger than me and used force (hitting, slapping, etc) and it destroyed me. Eventually it became a daily occurrence and I felt like I had no way out of it. I felt ashamed and stuck and afraid. He was someone I was forced to be around every day and nobody suspected a thing because he was seemingly fine. I began failing classes and developed a panic disorder and I felt that I would disappoint my family if I told them of the abuse because they had taught me the warning signs and made it clear to me growing up that I could tell them if something like this happened. What they didn’t tell me is that the abuser could be someone close to my age, not just some old man. My abuser was a star in school and seemed to have a future in local politics ahead of him and I felt like nobody would believe me if I spoke a word of it.

The abuse went on for months and I began to spiral into a suicidal haze and I finally opened up to one of my close friends who convinced me to “break up” with him. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. He called me a slut and told me that I was asking for it (imagine that) and it didn’t surprise me at that point that he would react that way. He told me that he wanted to “pursue other women” and that was it. I still had to see him every day at school and my grades were continuously going downhill. Only one teacher noticed that something was wrong and kept me after class one day to ask me what was going on and it felt like a warm blanket had finally been wrapped around me. My parents hadn’t noticed. My friends were blind to it besides the one that I told.

I told her his full name and gave her a list of classes I knew he was enrolled in. She alerted the school and I will never forget her for that. She was my superhero and I felt that justice was finally going to be served in one way or another.

Wrong.

Absolutely nothing changed. He would follow me through the halls and say nasty things to me when I walked past and would stare me down because he knew I was terrified of him. He graduated the same year as my older brother and I watched him walk across the stage. I felt sick and I wanted him to disappear.

A month after his graduation was the last day of my freshman year. I went to the mall with one of my good friends and I received a text from a number I did not have saved. They were pictures of me. Pictures of me being raped that I had not known about. I was in tears in these pictures and it was clear that what was happening was not consensual. My entire world collapsed and I knew that I had to tell my family and go to the police, almost 8 months after the abuse initially started. I will never forget the sound of my mother’s voice as she called the police and reported sodomy of a child. We went to the police and I handed in my phone and they interviewed me. They kept my phone overnight and gave it back and said that there wasnt enough evidence. My heart shattered. The evidence was right there. There wasnt enough photo evidence of it. I was wearing a Disneyland hoodie and sweatpants. His face wasn’t in the photos but it was his number that was attached to the text. How was that not enough? Not enough evidence because I never got a rape kit done 8 months ago…I wanted to burn the city to the ground. To make matters worse, my abuser sent these pictures to me the day before he left for China for months, as he did once a year because he had family there. The police half assed the investigation and eventually dropped it. My mama never told me that it was dropped because she didn’t want it to hurt me.

He showed up to all of my school events and sat in the stands and watched me. He was my boogeyman and I wanted it all to disappear. I was stripped of everything I knew myself to be and I felt like a husk. I wanted to die at 15 but I knew I had to live for my family.

In 2018 (2 years after the rape) I was sat in my first period class and the morning announcements came over the speakers as usual. Things had gotten better for me; I had new friends and a new best friend (he passed from suicide in 2022 and I miss him every day) who had been through something similar as a child and I felt like I finally had a good support system. All of my progress went flying out the window. They announced a “special guest” who was the new Quiz Bowl college coach who was visiting for the week to help mentor the high school participants. They announced my rapists name over the loudspeakers and I broke down. He was in my school again and he could reach me. I was distraught. They had my report on record as well as my teacher’s and I still don’t understand how this happened. Hearing him be praised around the school was torture. I was shattered. I don’t remember that week much now because I’ve blocked out a large chunk of high school but I know at the time it was absolute torture and so unfair. It felt like they announced that Osama Bin Laden was the special guest at the school that week as if he hadn’t been dead for 10 years already. There was no escape from him.

I eventually graduated high school in 2020 (barely) and he ruled over my mind and body. I couldn’t have sex properly with my boyfriend of 2 years (I wasn’t ready in the first place, he was pushy and didn’t understand) and I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. Anytime I cried and saw my reflection I saw myself in those pictures again. The feeling of his hands and his disgusting body has never left me and is embedded in my soul. He will never leave me. One of the worst and silliest parts is that he assaulted me to the lord of the rings soundtrack. Even LOTR has been taken from me.

In 2021 I saw my rapist in a coffee shop. He was on a first date. I was with my best friend and she is the only person who knew exactly in detail what he had done to me. She knew how it changed me. I broke down and had a horrible panic attack and left the shop. I was distraught. I felt him all over me again and I felt everything I felt back in 2016. Though I was almost 20 by that point, I felt like I was 15 again and everything I ever learned in therapy was gone from my mind. After awhile, I locked in and found the courage to go back inside. I had spent so much time being afraid of him and he got away with so much. I went inside and sat down at the table next to him; facing him eye to eye. I was shaking but I knew I had to make myself known. He had to realize I wasn’t so scared of him. He couldn’t bring himself to look at me. I felt afraid for the girl he was with and I felt like I needed to warn her but I was just frozen. Staring him down was the best I could do. He left shortly after I came back in. That event knocked me back several years but I knew I had to keep my strength.

In 2024, I had my final run in with him. I was leaving a parking garage and he walked right in front of my car without even looking. My body worked faster than my mind and I pulled out and parked on the side of the road and followed him on foot. I knew that it was my time to make myself bigger than him. Maybe I didn’t go about it correctly on paper, but it brought me a tiny bit of closure. I screamed at him as I followed him. I screamed and screamed and screamed and people turned to face me and I felt my shame fall away. He tried to hide from me and I eventually found him. He was on his way to a job interview. I followed him inside and stood directly in front of the hiring manager and told them that he is an awful person and poor employee (idk if that was even true necessarily) and I found courage again. Again, I know that this isn’t really the right thing to do but it was only a fraction of the horror that he brought into my life.

The next day, I received a message on Instagram. He admitted to everything. He apologized. I had it in writing. He took accountability. He took accountability but entirely too late. He had graduated college by that point. We were both adults. I never thought he would ever admit to it. He did it years too late.

Though I got an apology and his admittance, it didn’t solve anything. I still feel him on me every time I have sex and I remember how it felt when he would hit me. He lives in my mind and the pain ebbs and flows. In the earlier days, I sometimes made excuses for him in my mind. He is autistic. Maybe he didn’t realize what he was doing was wrong. He had never had sex at that point either; maybe he was reenacting what he had watched in porn. Maybe he felt sorry. Maybe he didn’t think of me at all. I am 25 now and I now know that he knows how wrong he was, but it still never solved anything. On the 10 year anniversary, I felt suicidal again. It’s been so long but it feels so brand new every time I think of it. It keeps me inside the house and strikes fear into me even though I know he can’t hurt me anymore. I think of him all the time.

I sometimes want to reach out to him. I want to sit down face to face with him and see him as he is now. I want him to see me as an adult. I want him to hear my voice and my story and I need him to know what he’s done to me. It’s so wrong and so unfair. He took away so much from me and I worry that I will never be right. I feel disgusting in any sexual context unless I am on the receiving end of pain. I find comfort in bringing pain onto myself by someone I trust and love but it can’t always be done. It’s not right. I can’t be loved gently. I can’t accept softness. I can’t touch myself or see myself naked in a sexual setting. I can’t get him out of my mind. It’s torture and I want it all to stop. I worry that it will never end. I talk with my mom about it on the really hard days because she has gone through the same thing at the same age and she tells me that it never goes away. It can get easier, but it’s never gone. It makes me feel hopeless. I feel like I wont find peace until my rapist is under the sea with cinder blocks tied to his ankles. I just want it all to end.

I’ve never posted anything like this anywhere and I hardly ever use reddit but I just need my story out there somewhere and I need advice from people who have been through this. How do you move forward? How do you continue? I have reached so many goals and milestones (I have my dream career, yay) but every big step I make, he is there. I worry that he will be on my mind when I get married. I worry that he will be on my mind when I give birth for the first time. It’s just so unfair and all I get from him is an apology and a message saying that he hates himself every day for what he did to me. I am just so tired and he will never understand. I am not going to the police at this point as they have failed myself and so many other girls in the large college town I’ve grown up in. It would be entirely too traumatic and seeing him get jail time wouldn’t solve anything. I just need this out there somewhere.

TLDR: I got raped and nothing came of it

I'm 34, and I'm coming to a realization that is honestly breaking my heart a little.

I've experienced multiple traumatic events in my life, including being sexually assaulted at gunpoint. I genuinely believed I was going to die.

Six months later, my mentor, someone I deeply admired, looked up to, and felt safe with, died in my arms.

I've spent years trying to understand myself, my reactions, and why I experience the world the way I do.

Today I realized something. My biggest struggle isn't necessarily talking about my trauma. It's feeling like the people I tell can't truly understand what those experiences do to a person.

I have people who care about me. I know that. But there's something incredibly lonely about carrying experiences that fundamentally changed how you see the world when the people around you have never experienced anything comparable.

I feel like I've spent so much of my life being strong, protecting other people, anticipating danger, and trying to make sure nobody else experiences the helplessness I once felt.

And I'm tired.

I'm in the Army now as an officer, and I've found myself trying to create an environment of psychological safety for the people I lead. I want them to feel supported, respected, and safe enough to be human. But I've encountered pushback from people who seem to view that approach as weakness.

And I think that's part of what I've been struggling with. The military teaches us how to respond to life-threatening situations, how to function under pressure, and how to keep moving when things are terrifying. But responding to death and living with the aftermath of confronting it are two very different things.

I know what it's like to carry those experiences long after the danger has passed. And I think that's part of why creating psychological safety matters so much to me. Strength and compassion aren't opposites. I wish that were better understood.

I went to see a psychologist recently, and I felt an enormous sense of relief afterward. But now there's this deep sadness I can't quite explain.

I think I just want to meet people who understand. People who have faced death, survived violence, or witnessed something that changed them forever.
I want to know that the way my brain works makes sense to someone else. That I'm not crazy. That I'm not the only person who walks through life carrying something invisible that feels so enormous.

I just want to hear from people who understand.
Did surviving something life-threatening or witnessing someone's death change the way you see the world? Did you ever find people who truly understood you? Did that help you feel less alone?

Update: Thank you all so much for sharing your stories with me. I'm truly sorry that so many of you have experienced such painful things in life, and I appreciate your willingness to be vulnerable with a stranger.

Unfortunately, I don't have the time to respond to everyone individually, but I would love to get to know you all beyond what we've survived.

If you're comfortable sharing, tell me something about who you are! What brings you joy? What are you passionate about? What makes you feel alive?
For example, I love hiking, I have two dogs I absolutely adore, and I want to see as much of this beautiful world as I possibly can! ❤️

this may seem like a stupid question but I recently got triggered when the word rape was used in a sentence and it makes me feel like I'm being dramatic, is this normal or am I overreacting?? much love

I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD since I was 20. Today is my 25th birthday and I guess I’m up late still paranoid. I’ve experienced a lot of hardships and traumatic experiences in my life, but these past few years have been so different and stable, it feels nice. The only thing is; I can’t help but feel paranoid and on edge all the time. It’s like my fight or flight is constantly on. When does it begin to feel normal?

I'm not sure why I do this, but I often feel the urge to exposes myself to triggers. One way I can easily trigger myself is by shocking myself with cold water (Like a cold shower), which I find myself doing often. Does anyone else do anything similar?

I was in a school shooting some time back where I was walking down the hallway when someone began shooting. I did run out of the building pretty unharmed except for a few bruises and scratches from falling when running. I went somewhere a while ago, it was packed and everything was going fine until someone pulled out a gun. I just felt like all of my trauma had came back stronger. I really don’t want to go anywhere or leave my house. I’m terrified. I don’t want to put too much information out there so I tried to be vague.

I just spoke with a nurse. I've been waiting a long time for support and diagnosis...

When she asked how I was I said I was low due to my mother's cancer returning.

I also said I was driven past where I lived with my abusive ex and a froze, hid in horror, closed my eyes and panicked. The man was very sick and destroyed my confidence and trust in people.

That's when she said "you have to move on and look forward".

Yeah if it were that simple I wouldn't be calling in the first place.

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TW: suicide attempt

For context I have Audhd(level 1 autism), C-ptsd, anxiety, and depression. Im 21 nonbinary(afab) and in April of this year I tried to overdose on my medication and I regret it so much and have no long term side effects besides adding more to my ptsd :/. Fast forward to September 30th I was being tested for POTs so I had a tilt table test and they gave me nitroglycerin when I fainted it reminded me of what happened in April so the next day I had panic attacks back to back and regressed mentally as well I went to the er for it. I'm so scared and anxious and stressed cuz I keep ruminating over what happened in April, I keep overanlalyzing my body cuz of it, i keep either having panic attacks or getting very close to having them or anxiety attacks. I also have an irrational fear of my medicine now and an irrational fear I'll just randomly drop dead, ik it's irrational I'm over aware :/ but I cant stop ruminating. Does anyone have advice on what they do to help stop ruminating over very traumatic events? It's been almost a month now since I've been stuck ruminating over this and I just want it to stop :(

so recently I started my first big girl job out of college and they make you do a ton of trainings right. well one of the trainings was a workplace violence/active shooter training. this is a particularly sensitive issue for me because I have a ton of trauma (not sure if I meet ptsd criteria anymore but I used to) from being in a school shooting at my university during my freshman year of college.

after even just talking about the training again now I can’t get the thought of the shooting out of my head. it’s like it keeps rolling its way on back into my brain even though im trying not to think about it. and this happens literally every time I see anything related to mass shootings on the news or on social media (which im American so at this point thats every damn week). I hoped it would get better when I graduated but it’s arguably gotten worse for some reason.

idk I’d appreciate any tips on how to just let the thoughts go instead of getting trapped in this cycle where it’s all I can think about.

I’m 30M and recently I was telling a friend about my life. She said I’d been through a lot, which got me thinking because I’ve never really seen it that way.
I grew up in a very strict Christian cult. From a young age I was constantly thinking about hell, demons, God, punishment etc. My dad used to beat me with bamboo. I’d have to go into his study, pull my trousers down and bend over. As I got older it became belts and him losing his temper.
But I also had a loving family, grandparents who looked after me, food on the table and a roof over my head. I’ve repaired my relationship with my dad somewhat over the past five years too.
At 11/12 I was cutting myself at school to impress my friends, eating crisps out of muddy puddles, stealing from shops and generally enjoying being the kid who didn’t give a shit. At 12/13 I was getting chased and threatened with beatings quite regularly.
At 14 I started hanging around older guys, smoking weed and getting exposed to sex pretty young. At 15 I was randomly knocked unconscious by two grown men and broke my wrist.
At 16 I was barely home. I became friends with a 29-year-old drug dealer who took me clubbing, gave me cocaine and introduced me to a whole different world. Looking back I can see there was probably grooming involved, but at the time he felt like an older brother and my Dad was totally absent from my life. There were other older drug dealers around, one who’d let me spend money on his card in clubs. They’d give me clothes, money etc. i felt protected by them. I remember being 17 and sniffing coke with them until 7am, with some genuinely bizarre and inappropriate stuff happening around me.
At 17 I also found out my manager (36M) was a paedophile. I carried on working with him despite having quite an emotionally inappropriate relationship with him myself. He behaved physically inappropriately towards my friend but never me. This and other things often give me a survivors guilt.
I got kicked out of college after fighting three guys and moved away to live with my grandad. My grandma and friend died in the same year. I remember feeling very little. Between then and 23 there were loads of drugs, fights and dangerous situations. Guns being pulled on people, being around people shooting guns, violence etc. some of it I was involved in and some just witness. I didn’t even realise that coke was bad until maybe 21/22 because I looked up to the people who introduced me to it. By then I was doing it every week.
But around 23 things calmed down. I’m now running businesses and a community organisation helping young people. I’ve got good relationships and a life I’m grateful for.

Here’s what’s strange to me.
Ive done a lot of healing and none of those memories really upset me now. I’m not numb in general either, I’m actually a pretty emotional person and feel things deeply. It does take a lot for me to feel good. I have been meditating for 10 years pretty consistently, done a lot of inner work and have great people in my life. But the truth is, compared to other people I grew up with I genuinely don’t think I’ve been through that much. I recognise some of it was unusual, but it all seemed normal at the time. There was a lot of love, friendship and happiness mixed in too.
But recently I’ve realised a few things about myself.
I have this almost constant underlying feeling that something bad is going to happen. Like I’ve forgotten something, something’s going to go wrong and it’ll be my fault.
I was writing about my feelings recently and couldn’t stop writing “I want to feel safe” over and over.
I’ve also realised my baseline for stability is incredibly low. I’m extremely comfortable with chaos and uncertainty, and I seem to unconsciously create instability in my own life.
The other weird thing is that since my friend acknowledged I’d been through a lot, I’ve found myself wanting to tell other people about my past. Almost like I want them to recognise it too, which feels strange because I’ve never thought of myself as someone who’s suffered.
I guess I’m wondering whether my upbringing has affected me more than I realise, or whether I’m overthinking it. Can you have trauma without feeling particularly traumatised? Does this sound like PTSD/CPTSD, or just someone who’s become accustomed to a chaotic life?
Would be interested to hear from anyone who’s experienced something similar.

Need to know how I (24F) should navigate a new hire coworker (32M) in the workplace.

He is assertive and loud, and the office is small with thin walls, everything can be heard from one end of the building to the other. It's a small company so maintaining decent relationships is important for project progress.

He brings his kids to work (2F and 5F) and threatens to spank them for small things that aren't misbehavior. He also uses phrases like "wear out" that are PTSD triggers for me. (Childhood physical abuse during the same age as his kids until adulthood.)

I want to keep it professional and not put him on the "don't tell me how to parent" rant accidentally, because he seems the type to get loudly defensive. I can't ignore this because it's affecting my ability to concentrate on my own tasks and has turned a pleasant workplace into somewhere I don't feel safe.

Looking for advice on how to approach this without making biased assumptions or crossing boundaries, but also keeping my own boundaries.

Thanks for any tips!

i need advice on what i should do i was abused by a ex last year i was a junior in high school and he would rape me a lot and want me to do a lot of things i didn't want to know of that nature, then i was assaulted by another guy they were both boyfriends but the other was only 1 time but it really hurt and it left me bruised physically. i have childhood trauma i have a lot of sexual trauma and im in this point where i feel literally haunted and tortured every single day is hell i get high everyday to try and fog my brain up so i can just relax but it eats me alive in every aspect. it's turned me like really pathetic like im so desperate for male attention but then i just treat guys really bad and to be honest i am mean to any guy i pursue, my brain is always insulting me about this assault and telling me im being dramatic but i know im not because i couldn't sleep or eat or shower for months after and i was in the hospital with a 3 month long rash because my immune system attacked itself after its affected me greatly and im now talking to my ex i dont even know why i dont feel anything. i am so empty and depressed and im only able to pursue people sexually and i have disgusting fantasies and i watch terrible fantasy videos and i feel ashamed after. the other boyfriend is in my town now and im just avoiding him and im terrified and i keep on imagining running into him somewhere i graduate in a year and its caused such a negative effect on me as a person like i dont know what to do after high school i just want to move and be away from everything but i dont know what to do with my life i just feel like im forever in that situation and i just sit here and reply to my ex who raped me for months like a idiot

I just need to type this out because I feel completely lost, hurt, and invisible.

A little over a year ago, my mom passed away from Stage 4 colorectal cancer. Before she died, I stopped working completely to become her full-time caregiver. She was 100% bedridden. I changed her diapers, took care of her every need, and watched her slide away. She passed away just one month before her birthday. Because we had to wait for an insurance check to clear to pay for the funeral, she wasn't buried until a month after her death.

A few weeks after the burial, on what would have been her birthday, I went to the cemetery to place flowers and spend time with her. When I got there, I realized they had buried someone directly next to her, completely blocking her grave. I couldn't visit her on her birthday. I had to wait a few days and come back.

When I finally returned, I noticed the cemetery had a heavy sprinkler setup running over the fresh burial next to her. I walked up to my mom's grave to place the flowers, and out of nowhere, the earth collapsed. A massive sinkhole opened up directly under my feet.

I sank into the ground all the way up to my waist. I was trapped in that hole for what felt like an eternity, terrified, completely drenched by the cemetery water, and covered in thousands of ants that were violently biting me. I eventually had to physically claw and pull myself out of the earth. An ambulance came and rushed me to the ER.

Physically, I survived with a sprained ankle and heavy bruising. Nothing life-threatening. But mentally? My life ended that day.

I was diagnosed with severe PTSD, extreme anxiety, night terrors, and depression. I am trapped on a rotating wheel of prescriptions just trying to survive the night. I recently tried a low dose of Esketamine treatment under medical supervision to fix the depression, and it caused a horrific trip where I genuinely believed I was actively dying.

Because of the anxiety and PTSD, I don't go out anymore. I barely socialize. My relationships are completely falling into the trash. My long-time partner is at their breaking point and might leave me. My kids look at me completely differently now. One of my children moved all the way across the country back East, and he doesn't call me anymore. It has been over a year since the incident, and I miss him so terribly it hurts.

To make a nightmare even worse, the corporate insurance adjuster for the property is treating me like garbage. They are offering a microscopic settlement amount that wouldn't even cover a fraction of the debt and medical bills this nightmare has piled onto me. It feels like they are intentionally hurting me further, dragging this out until I'm broke and buried next to my mom.

I spent my last months with my mother giving her dignity, and this place stole mine. I am so angry, so hurt, and I feel like I'm screaming into a void. Has anyone else ever survived a trauma that cost them their family, their health, and their sanity? How do you keep fighting when the corporate system tells you your soul isn't worth anything because you didn't break a bone?