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Probably right. Not sure why I picked the forum to talk about it.
I think he's more wondering about where the hell you found this 4 year old thread.
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Probably right. Not sure why I picked the forum to talk about it.
She. And there were a lot of reasons for my "uhh." But that was one of them, yes.I think he's more wondering about where the hell you found this 4 year old thread.
Its actually the typical response. I think these cases kind of highlight just how randomly cruel life events can be and their lasting effects. This being how, but more to why I found this 4 year old thread. Maybe I needed to. Also, its just about physically impossible for me to speak of it anywhere but a semi anonymous forum.She. And there were a lot of reasons for my "uhh." But that was one of them, yes.
I was in a similar boat myself. I wasn't diagnosed until age 19 because no one understood a 14 or 15 year old could have PTSDMy biggest mistake with PTSD was not recognizing it right away. I have suffered depression for much of my life and when my traumatic event happened, at first nothing appeared to be different. I went through a mourning period and it kept me up at night for a little while of course, but those symptoms went away and I returned to my normal routine.
However, over the course of two and a half years or so, the symptoms crept up on me. I because quieter, less talkative, withdrawn and began to drink heavily. I began sleeping less and experiencing nervous attacks and paranoid episodes. I also became a more enraged person, impatient, with a shorter temper and one by one my miserable personality and drunken behavior caused my friends to slowly abandon me. I've progressed to full blown PTSD now where I have sobbing fits over nothing, sleep only in short bursts, hate interacting with other people in general, spend long periods of time staring off into space and I feel the need to keep my home dark. Accomplishing even mundane tasks is excutiating, and over the years I've lost several decent jobs by getting enraged at the managment and quitting over stupid things.
I tell you this story as a precautionary tale, because, I reiterate, my biggest mistake was ignoring the symptoms. This was a slow, creeping illness where the symptoms developed in gentle, incremental forms. I didn't just have a mental breakdown and wake up as a worthless mess one day.
My best advice if you experience a traumatic event is not to wait to seek therapy. In the beginning, I felt normal and just chalked up the smaller symptoms to my ongoing depression. Take action the moment you notice your personality begin to change. If you're not careful, you'll mutate into a raging, cynical asshole or fragile, crying mess that collapses over minor inconvieniences. Or, god forbid, develop a drug abuse problem. These are generally the kinds of personalities that most people do not want to be around, and having supportive friends and family is the most important thing in dealing with PTSD. Its really easy to fuck yourself over if you wait too long.
I was in a similar boat myself. I wasn't diagnosed until age 19 because no one understood a 14 or 15 year old could have PTSD
I did the same, i drank and smoked (I quit smoking now and cut back on drinking) and did dumb shit as a cry for help that I was not ok, but no one took heed, and just assumed I was being a rebellious teenager. I very clearly had PTSD symptoms, and vocalized it, and all people did was minimize my concerns and say I was too young to have PTSD.ine was my own fault though. I didn't pay attention, I didn't think anything was wrong, and I drowned the symptoms in booze until they were overwhelming. I have nobody here to blame but myself.
The one thing I regret very much is not reaching out for help as soon as the first incident occurred. I'm not even near recovered from everything, I'm still battling hard with my "triggers" and the illnesses that were brought on by it, but slowly I'm getting better with my therapist. I honestly think that if I did this sooner, the second incident wouldn't have happened, or at least in the same way it did.
"Triggers" can work in mysterious ways sometimes. I feel like I already had/have some sort of another emotional problem (like learning difficulty related I guess is the way to describe it?), which is why they affect me so weirdly, and badly.This is perhaps my own vocabulary and experiences coloring my vision. But I've found "triggers" don't function the same way for me. Its more like the things that used to make me happy that bother me, despite being unrelated. However, for instance, jokes about my incident I find hilarious, to the point where I laugh like a lunatic at them and find them to be of great relief. What a damned complication, I don't want this to become a Tumblr thread, but son of a bitch this shit is annoying in the way it acts up.
"Triggers" can work in mysterious ways sometimes. I feel like I already had/have some sort of another emotional problem (like learning difficulty related I guess is the way to describe it?), which is why they affect me so weirdly, and badly.
Sidenote and kind of tangent, I wish people would stop using the word "trigger" so freely. I am trying to search for another word because describing the things that send me into flashbacks or similar troubles as "triggers" just feels... like I'm discrediting myself because of the popular use of the word. If that makes sense. Idk.
My ex sister-in-law committed vehicular homicide 20 years ago when she nodded out on dope behind the wheel and took out another car, a lot like you.I havent been diagnosed but in 2011 I had just turned 20 and was a 5 year heroin addict with absolutely no sense of others safety or well being. Just a junkie shit from the suburbs. I had been clean for a month and employed for 1 week when so and so and such and such happened and i went right back to the kneedle. 2 days later, omw to an NA meeting I fell asleep behind the wheel and took the life of an innocent victim by way of head on collision. i woke up for a moment in the air, upside down i believe, then it was black. then i was being pulled up out through the drivers side window of my vehicle which had rolled probably 20 times and down the side of a hill near some woods, id estimate 50 yards away from the road, by a witness. as soon as i realized what id done i ran back up towards the victims vehicle and was willing to try to do anything i could to help. this was clearly misguided aswell as dangerous but in my state its all that made sense. i was quickly restrained and taken to a hospital, then released the next day with relatively minor injuries. the detectives called, i had my father take me to the local police station, and 6 years later i was released from prison and sent back home. didnt seem fair and still doesnt, how can i ask for help when im literally the cause of the OPs affliction? No pitty parties here, but its been almost 3 years since my release and things have only grown harder, yet do i even deserve to mention such a thing?
My ex sister-in-law committed vehicular homicide 20 years ago when she nodded out on dope behind the wheel and took out another car, a lot like you.
What's not like you is that she's never shown a bit of remorse, signs of feeling bad about it, or expressed a single thought towards the person she killed except for when it helped her get parole. She's done nothing but duck personal responsibility and continue to do drugs, do bids, and miss out on her own daughter's life.
If it helps any, I'd say you're much better of a person, just due to the fact that you feel remorse, still take responsibility, and think of your victim.
Idk to be honest, pretty much deals with me most of the time but I suppose talking about it and just admitting to myself and others that I actually did it has been somewhat cathartic.How the fuck do you deal with that?
Where do they sell it?
Seeing what psychiatric care is like from both sides pretty much depleted my faith in it even though I used to want to be a shrink when I was younger, so I don't bother with therapy or medications. The way I see it, unless you're so impaired by whatever you have that you can't do things like getting out of bed in the morning or not killing yourself without psych meds, it's best to avoid therapists and psychiatrists because they pretty much always try to push pills on you and the pills do more harm than good unless you're genuinely in a state where they're essential to your day-to-day survival, which some people are.