New Vogue Child
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- Posted: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 08:16:09 +0000
Some post I saw somewhere
"It's the exposure to the traumatic stressors, events, or situations and not necessarily actually being there in combat that's key to understanding the potential for personnel to develop PTSD symptoms. Additionally, repeated or continuous exposure to traumatic events could also heighten the chances of developing PTSD."
So, I have PTSD. Professionally diagnosed, in therapy, looking at medication, PTSD (among other things). Yay me.
The incident with this violent person, who I can only refer to as "********" or Monster because literally even hearing his name is a trigger (luckily, it's not a common name), happened about three years ago. I won't be describing it in a lot of detail because I can't. I won't. I haven't even been able to tell my therapist, so it's not happening here.
Thursday, November 17, 2011. I know that from the info embedded in the pictures I took. The pictures of my trashed room because we weren't there to hit anymore when we fled the house (he hadn't lived with us for quite a while at that time, he was an unwelcome invader). After the worst night of my life, I came back after it was safe to find that my personal space, my safe place was violated. That was more damaging than I could have ever imagined. I still freak out if my stuff gets moved.
I still live in that house, in that same room. Nevermind why, there's a lot about why that I'm not comfortable talking about in public. The room isn't the problem.
It's when he calls. He lives several hours away now, but still if the phone rings late at night for any reason, I feel sick. The phone ringing late at night is how it always started. Sometimes I overhear his voice on speakerphone, or because the phone is particularly loud.
Every time I hear his voice, I hear the same audio on loop in my head. From that night.
I have nightmares. I feel empty. I get aggressive. It's super not fun.
The only people I can come close to trusting are people I can't tell; either because they only offer me the same empty, cookie-cutter ******** impractical platitudes, or because they're dealing with/have been through their own s**t and I feel like I'd only be adding to their pile or bothering them.
One person I thought I could trust even told me once to "just move on." Cute, right?
I don't know if anyone will look at this, but I think I need someone to see it.
My bed after returning
I think I need someone, anyone, to understand at least a fraction of what I see in my nightmares.
I don't know why I'm posting this... it's past midnight and maybe I'm hoping someone will have a bright idea that will click in the crazy soup that lives in my head.
You can try - I mean, please do, but I'm not sure there's really anything you can tell me that I haven't tried.
And again as to why I still live there, there's a lot about why that I'm not comfortable talking about in public. The room isn't the problem, I promise. The person I share my room with is not the problem.
And Gaia, giving me a Pink Link on the preview for this post? That's hilarious, but so inappropriate.