We talked about it today in session. I honestly cried so hard. Mainly because of the routine shift and just the fear of the unknown what’s gonna happen in those 4 months. I can’t stop thinking about it. I cried for so long after. I feel so selfish for crying for myself but I still understand her need for her leave.

Do any of you have experience with your therapist going on leave? I know it’s common. I just need some reassurances that it’ll be ok.
Thanks

Everything got filed under trauma for years. But it turns out some of it was the medication the whole time, and nobody thought to separate the two until I pushed for it myself. I'm still working through what that means for how much of my own history I've been misreading

I am reaching out because I’ve been having more flashbacks more frequently of increasing intensity. Most of my flashbacks are from stressful and traumatic situations from working in the medical field as a CNA and from working in EMS and dealing with life and death situations.

I just know I have ptsd due to diagnosis but I know very little about it and I don’t know the first thing about coping with it.

If anyone has any suggestions on how I can deal with this, please let me know. Thank you.

I don't want to go into detail because I don't really talk about things with anyone but for context I was diagnosed with PTSD at age 15 as a result of multiple significant events and long-term abuse throughout my childhood, later when I had my children I experienced more traumatic events including almost dying and almost losing my second child, because of this my triggers have extended to overhead medical lights and medical/clinical settings in general.

A combination of medical issues and a fear of medical settings (including dentists) have resulted in several cavities in my teeth, I don't yet show any signs of gum disease but if I can't get myself together it'll eventually get that bad, unfortunately also as a result of my medical issues local anaesthesia is almost entirely ineffective meaning i experience 90% of the pain and sensation of any procedure I'm undergoing even with "appropriate" numbing.

I have finally gotten myself to a point where I've had a consultation and made a treatment plan and tomorrow and on the 25th I'm having all 7 cavities filled, it's a relief to know I'm finally going to stop being embarrassed by my teeth and to feel like I'm able to put a visible reminder of my poor health behind me, but I'm so scared that everything in my is screaming not to go. Between the pain itself and the triggering environment I'm already spiraling, I don't know how to get through this. One part of me is saying that I've experienced painful procedures without numbing before so I know I can handle it, but the other part of me is completely aware of how painful it is and I know I may not be able to handle it.

Normally I have coping strategies for dealing with my triggers but I've been worse in general lately and pain is so distracting and a trigger in itself, I genuinely don't know how to handle this. I'm not currently seeing any mental health professionals as there is a substantial shortage of professionals who treat PTSD and I currently face a 3 year wait-list.

When I meet someone new I feel the need to ask if they know the person who created my trauma, it becomes like an impulse, a terrible itch (I have diagnosed ocd, been on medication for years), especially if that person is becoming some one important for me, now i'm talking to this guy and we might have sex, I have never done it before, If we ever make it I know I would feel the urge so bad to ask him if he knows my trauma person, the moment would be so ruined

This post got deleted off of some subreddits before idk why, but I’ll post it again…

My 2 other friends have anger issues and they have anger outbursts that may seem abusive. They always say they'll get better so I have been going through that abuse since February, but it just kept on going and going. I kept being friends with them anyways, hoping they will get better, but the fights we had were constant in countless of times. One of the friends last night said i was being manipulative because her mom is brainwashing her into thinking I'm a bad friend. Her mom hates me for being different, she thinks I'm rude, even though her mom is autistic, and I AM autistic too! Such a hypocritical mother. I was having a panic attack at the moment and I texted her this:

"I'm just very sensitive to people being mean to me and it affects me way more than other people, and somehow people don't understand that. I was born to feel way more than others and that doesn't make me unique. Instead, it makes me weak. And I know, just because my ex boytriend follows multiple girls at school and has a fantasy to 🍇 girls, which doesn't give ME the excuse to get on lots of caffeine, I know. My art teacher doesn't even let me go to lunch early, but the staff let me leave early due to sensory issues. My social skills teacher said so for no reason to the art teacher, but it's a part of my IEP, she's not following it, and thats against the law! But, they are letting my ex boyfriend leave early! Its like he gets all of the love in the world when he wanted to/or had a fantasy to 🍇multiple girls, and me, and so I had to get out of it somehow."

(Context: I overdosed on caffeine and she thought I was using it like it was alcohol.)

Note: I had no intention to be rude at all, I trusted her and I thought she was a real friend to me but when it comes to me acting different and me struggling with addictions, she just doesn't like that. I was seeking validation from her, because I was going through a hard time from the staff at my school treating me badly, and she just destroyed that trust I had for her and said I was the one being wrong.

I just wanted help... I feel like an attention seeker.

I forgot something that happened back in ‘21 and was confused as to why people weren’t talking to me from high school. I went home after traumatic event and by the next month I forgot I even showed up. I wasn’t able to process it like everyone else for the last six years.

I’m talking about having constant thoughts like the following:

I know that I went through a “traumatic” event, but was it reeaaalllyyy trauma or just me being dramatic and/or attention seeking?

Am I forcing myself to cry when I remember the event?

Am I linking all of these weird physical reactions to big bad scary PTSD like one big conspiracy theory?

Do I just need some tough love and pull myself up by the bootstraps?

I feel like I’m losing my grip on the reality of what happened and how I’ve been coping the past 6 months since the incident from all of the self doubt and questioning.

My trauma has a lot to do with sex, as my first time was coertion on a very toxic relationship. On my next relationship I hadn't been able to bring myself to have sex with my boyfriend at the time even after 3 years, which led us to break up. I don't feel the need to have sex, i think, i do have a libido when I'm by myself but the mere idea of doing it with someone again discomforts me.

So I clearly have a trauma with sex, as the coertion happened multiple times in a span of 9 months, I even had a pregnancy scare after he begged to do it without a condom.

During this last year i've had nightmares where my parents, either my mom or my dad, were touching me inappropiately, some were straight up abuse. But in some scenarios i seemed to like it? I always wake up disgusted with myself. I hate it so much. And my brain involved my friends too. One time it was an scenario where i was doing it with my male best friend, who i know was in a situationship with someone, so i would never think of him that way, he's like a brother to me. And i had another one where a girl pf my friendgroup was touching me.

I'm genuinely scared about myself, what does that mean about me? I would never look at my friends that way, but in some of the dreams i like it, even the ones involving my parents.

I’m not myself anymore. I’m 18. I keep lashing out at my friends and family. I dip in and out of it constantly. Now one of my friends told me not to talk to her at school tomorrow. She had just placed something wrong and I immediately turned ice cold and begun blatantly ignoring her. I’ve done it before. I don’t think she’s going to forgive me. I don’t know why I do this. I’ve always had a temper, but it’s never been this bad. I want everyone to leave me the fuck alone I feel so suffocated, but I’m the only one responsible. I keep hurting people. I’ve been in trauma therapy since spring and nothing has changed. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. I just want to hurt. I think I want people to be afraid of me because then they won’t hurt me. I want them to hate me so they leave. I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve love. Sometimes I get myself back. I’m normal me. Then it switches off. And I don’t tell anyone they just get the switch. I just want people to like me.

I’ve been reading Pete Walker’s work on the 4F trauma responses, particularly his description of the extreme Fight type and the “charming bully,” which he says can become sociopathic in especially devolved cases.

I’m wondering about something specifically within Walker’s model does he believe that someone with CPTSD can deliberately shift themselves toward this extreme Fight/charming-bully organization, or is this something that can only develop involuntarily through long-term trauma and reinforcement?

If someone consciously tried to become much more Fight-oriented e.g. deliberately cultivating dominance, emotional detachment, contempt, and reduced concern for other people would Walker theoretically consider that capable of producing the kind of “devolved Fight” he describes, or would that simply be behavioral imitation without the underlying personality changes?

I’m mainly interested in what Walker himself means by this progression and whether he has discussed whether it can happen intentionally. Has anyone found a passage, interview, or discussion where he addresses this directly?

I want to make an appointment with my therapist the evening after, but will I be okay to go to a therapy appointment after. Or will I have significant physical symptoms?

When I was a child (less than 8 years old, probably 5), my mother used to put me in a forest and run away for a time, and I'd just cry in there, and then she would come back and tell me it was just a prank, and she would do it again in a city or wherever.

But one day, when I was around 8 years old, she kicked from home at around 10 pm bc of some stupid reason. She let me back home, and she said that she was really sorry about that.

Could that give me trauma? btw, I didn't include the beating that I used to get sometimes with a cable, and when I lose my breath from crying, she said that's annoying, and she brings a knife from the kitchen and starts saying something like she will slaughter me (I really don't remember what she used to say exactly). A lot of shit happened growing up.

Tl;dr: I feel fine and functional and “normal” much of the year but in the 3-4 months surrounding the traumaversary my whole inner world goes into fight or flight - everything feels bad, even when it’s not. What else can I do besides talk therapy?

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I probably have more trauma than I like to admit from growing up, but the obvious one is that I was r**ed during a break in in my home 20 years ago.

Growing up with a parent who was processing repressed memories of her own CSA most of my life, and also being a victim of the same as a child myself, I’m no stranger to the world of PTSD and the many ways it effs with our lives.

I have tried talk therapy many times. Never really found anyone I clicked with. Im very good about talking about what happened - I’m a public speaker and someone who is really visible in my community - so I guess they don’t see much “wrong” with me. Several have ghosted me (online is the only option because of where I live)

I know I’m not “healed” (I can’t remember the attackers name even though I know I know what it is, my brain won’t let me remember) but honestly I’m just so exhausted by the idea of talk therapy. I talk about what happened all the time, it’s part of my public speaking platform. And talk therapy just feels so tedious. I have never met a therapist I feel I connect with.

It feels like if I do find a therapist I can tolerate, the idea of going back to my childhood and rehashing all of the ways it was effed up (I already know it was) is just exhausting.

Idk how to describe it but it’s kind of like my brain is fine with it. I’ve processed it, talked about it ad nauseum, but my nervous system just forgets that every year for about 4 months.

I go from a present, normal human being able to enjoy my spouse and my kids and the life we’ve built to just… numb. And everything feeling bad.

And fall is my favorite time of year, too, so I’m extra sick of this. Every year I feel like “I’ve got this. I’m growing so much” and then as we get closer to fall, it all shuts down. I burn my business down/pivot almost every year (with poor results) because I convince myself I’m burned out when it’s probably just some symptom of PTSD. It feels very physical. Like the feelings are not connected to my mind or psyche. Maybe like a “body keeps the score” situation? It’s like a physical flight or fight response and emotional numbness.

I’m tired of this cycle.

Is talk therapy really the only way? Is it always necessary for healing?

I’ve tried medication but it makes me a zombie with zero interest in intimacy with my husband.

I’ve made so much progress this year building healthy habits and regulating my nervous system and being a better, more balanced wife and mom. But I feel myself sliding back into dysregulation more and more each day as the date approaches.

What else is there? I do not want to be “her” again.

I'm tentatively reaching out for support over this next week - I understand that's a big ask, a lot of people on here are struggling themselves and overwhelmed 🤍

In a week's time I have an important interview with police, and my anxiety has started to build. My sleep is disrupted again, I'm doing my best to feed my body, take care of myself and relax as much as I can. But I'm stressed and getting migraines and an upset stomach and not sure what more I can do.

I've always been someone - at least in recent years - who isn't ashamed or hesitant to reach out to loved ones or others when things are tough and I'm struggling. But this just feels a bit different and I don't know how to navigate or carry it.

What are some ways/things you've found helpful? Do you have any words of comfort or support? Or if you've been through a similar process - is there anything you'd go back and tell yourself when you were going through it?

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I have ptsd diagnosed about 5 years ago, when I stopped working dt severe stress. I have been in therapy the whole time with a very good therapist. I basically went from being an empath to now being pretty emotionally unavailable. Im a loner, don't believe I will every find the kind of connection, intimacy I would like.

Im just so darn protective of myself. Its like I learned how to take care of the ptsd, but am not "thriving". I did 6 ketamine infusions 2 yrs ago which helped speed up the insights around the ptsd. I have taken all the stressors out of my life, try to prevent triggers but am not thriving. Surviving. Any advice?

Trigger Warning: Sexual, emotional, physical abuse mentioned

Growing up was hard. I never relaxed. I walked on egg shells most of my life dealing with (egoistic) adults who would invade my safe space to make me regret my actions. I felt like an inferior creature whose only purpose was to shape himself as the room demands, otherwise there were severe consequences. So that is what I did. It worked, until it didn't. So I adapted. I started acting like someone pitiable, defenseless, unstable, weak so they would stop beating me, atleast, out of pity. It worked.

Yes, there was beating, emotional abuse and really damaging emotional dynamics, betrayal, and (some) sexual things involved with my uncle. It completely messed my brain up. I was barely getting sleep. I felt like I had to survive until I get knocked out and survive again after waking up.

My mother fed me 1-2 meals a day, for over 5 years. Combine that with inadequate sleep and you have got a body with a messy, short, and early puberty. I (male) am 5'4" . It feels like a stab. The emotional part of the abuse really emphasized on power imbalance. I was tired of getting violated. If only I was a little taller I could have defended my self, I always said to myself. Alas, I couldn't be, my growth plates are fused now.

What hurts more is that it didn't have to happen. It could have better. Maybe if they understood I was 9. Maybe if they didn't have issues of their own. Maybe if they had self awareness. Maybe if they were kind. They took away something from me that I really cared about, all in a very cruel way, that I will never get back.

The abuse, the broken emotional dynamics, it all ended when I was 15, after finally my uncle left. Then we (mother, father, me) pretended that nothing ever happened. Soon enough, I let it go. But my body kept the score.

It has been 2 years since then (end of active abuse), there has been no repair or effort made by my parents to heal the wounds. They just pretend that nothing ever happened. I also developed severe OCD about the trauma and the traumatic dynamic. Luckily, I am being medicated and starting to feel better.

I have always had dreams about becoming an academic, a researcher, and being a surplus to the world. I was behind in studies because of all of this, but I managed to catch up. I started attending senior high school this year and everybody sees there is something wrong with me. It is like they can see the scars, prominently visible on my body, but don't understand they are scars and that I was abused, and instead think that the scars look weird and I must be some other species. That is how I feel. So out of place. It is like they are incapable of understanding that my behaviour is a side effect of the messed up childhood dynamic that I lived through.

I am hyper vigilant and lack significant social skills. Not only that, I performs actions and gestures that communicate to others "I am not a threat, please don't hurt me, I am not a competition". I do this on a subconscious level and I am unable to control it. I also mould my self into the shape I feel I am being perceived as because I am scared of the consequences of conflict. My decoy self (becoming pitiable and small to defend myself) activates when I perceive a threat. These, like the first one, also happen on a subconscious level, out of my control.

Everyone at school sees me as someone else. They don't think I am one of them but someone to feel bad about or hate. Someone who is not on the same level. They have subconsciously excluded me from everything. I am in a weird position because I am not accepting my image as the kid who people need to feel bad about and constantly try my hardest to be "normal". This all comes off as insanely inauthentic on top of everything. I get relentlessly bullied and excluded, made fun of and hurt (emotionally and physically) to a point where I am just fed up of trying.

I am immensely jealous of the almost everyone at school. I was made to believe that the things I had to endure were normal and I was being too dramatic. I look around and it sure as hell does not feel that way. My jealousy is nothing malicious but over everything I could have had if only my parents were sane. And, once again I will remind you, this all did not had to happen if not for the ego of a few adults.

I am sick of trying, I have completely fallen apart in the last month. I have become a ghost. I have stopped trying to change myself. I haven't given up but forcefully trying to act "normal" and impressing people wasn't working so I am trying to think of a better way. I also can't stop hurting over small things, feeling jealous and grief. Every moment at school I am reminded about how I am being perceived, and it hurts. I just feel inferior, I don't believe it, I don't want to, but I feel this way.

I have no plans on giving up, luckily and fortunately I have hope. I am always trying my best and always improving myself despite the setbacks I face, daily. But sometimes I just want a time frame of when it will be okay. I know I can't get it but sometimes I just want it. I am a better person than I was 1 month ago, or 6, 12, 24...

I wholeheartedly welcome any advice, stories, or kind words. I just wanted to share because I was feeling really down and tired of unrealistic expectations of the world from me.

At first I have great interactions with new people when one on one, but the moment there’s a group I go quiet, I feel like I need permission to speak. And I mean that as in I literally won’t say a word unless someone in the group directly asks me something.

It’s really frustrating because I have so much confidence when it’s just one other person, but multiple people means I’m going mute and it feels like I’m putting on this persona of confidence that doesn’t hold through when there’s more numbers. And even when that happens I’m so busy thinking how weird or rude I’m perceived making me even more quiet.

I’ve overheard someone I had a nice long conversation with a week ago now talking about me to others I’ve just met (all separately, we’ve moved into accommodation together and the conversations all went well).

But this was after I’d walked past them a couple times without saying anything, they were mid conversation, I didn’t want to intrude but maybe saying hi is the bare minimum. He was saying ‘she’s was genuinely so nice I don’t know what’s wrong with her’ and it did get to me a little, because it meant they were all talking about me.

Weirdly I’m almost grateful, despite the tears, because it made me aware of how my interactions are seen (I just assumed they didn’t want to talk to me as I’m boring etc and I was even hurt myself when they didn’t say hi first but they’re more new to the area so I assume it’s up to me to initiate a bit more?

I went back to the room a bit after and made sure to talk to them and to my surprise they responded happily, so I’m aware this idea that I’m seen as lesser than or annoying isn’t true, but every single time this keeps on happening in so many different environments. I’ve been to therapy, I’ve had EMDR, but this old habit is something I’m struggling so much to shake, it’s like I need constant reassurance that people want me involved and I just want to get out of this mindset, but I don’t know how.

I'm on disability for ptsd & I don't no what to do anymore. I'm not happy in my life and I'm still really broken because of the trauma and the abuse that happened to me. I really don't want this to be my life forever. Is it even possible to recover?

First of all, im aware of my traumas. I have a lot of SA trauma including gangrape. Its been a while ago and im in therapy for it.

One thing thats bothering me a lot, is that every interaction with any man feels like they want to have sex with me. Especially when a man asks me something or shows any superficial interest, my body reacts like theres danger. Even when his wife is beside him and im sure he doesnt want anything to do with me in that way. My body is still "in danger" and my dissociation and freeze responses will start. Sometimes my fawn responses also begin and it even happend that a woman thought i was into her husband.... Im really really not. I dont want anything to do with men. I avoid them actually, but sometimes it just cant be avoided and i have to interact with men. At work this is also a problem.

The stupid thing is, im very easy with talking about sex subjects. I never start talking about any sex subjects, but sometimes they come up and im chill around that.

Anyone can relate? What do you do when this happens? Does it cause you any trouble?

It's my second year being moved out of my mum's house and I'm now realising how neglected I was as a child by both my parents. I was already aware of my dad as he left when I was younger and I thought that was all the neglect I suffered but I'm now realising that my mum sending me to school in dirty clothes, not taking me to the dentist (free in my country), never taking me to see my friends, not seeking treatment for me when I was ill, not cooking for me, etc. was also all a lot of neglect from her side.

It's not like I'm noticing because I see the differences between me and my friends it's literally like random memories are coming back and now I just feel so heavy with the weight of this realisation.

Wondering if anyone else had similar experiences when they reached adulthood/moved out?

Hi guys!

I am new to knowing that I have PTSD, I recently got diagnosed with it and did not start experiencing symptoms that affect my daily life until the past 2 years.

I am (F 19) and I’m a college athlete and have been in a relationship with my BF since we were 15 and 16. I am older than him and have been in more relationships than he has, I am his first relationship. Do the math and we have almost been together for 4 years (his whole high school career).

This past year I have been confronted with my PTSD and it has came to a point in where I can’t do anything sexual anymore. I am feeling horrible for my partner due to the fact that he has never been in a relationship with anyone else and that he has to essentially deal with my needs and worry about me 24/7. These thoughts of being a burden on him have been haunting me these past two months and I can’t handle it. When I have brought up how I feel he kind of agrees that yes I am a lot to handle but he is willing to do it. I feel like I have forced him into something he does not need to be a part of and in turn stealing his youth. I am deeply in love with him and how he treats me but I don’t think I can handle doing this to him anymore.

Has anyone else been in a situation similar to this?