ptsd
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; The storm after the storm.
Some PTSD Sufferers Experience the Anniversary Effect
Several family members and my friends have served during the War on Terror. I've seen them return with severe PTSD to mild PTSD. The severity seemed linked to how much combat they experienced. I never thought of regular citizens having PTSD too until the #metoo movement when sexual assault survivors spoke about their trauma. I didn't think that I had trauma too, but I realized I had adverse childhood experiences (ACEs), which most of us probably have.
By Eileen Davis4 years ago in Psyche
YOU Triggered my CPTSD
Faced with a boring weekend ahead of me, I started to watch YOU. It was immediately an audience grabber from the get go. I hit pause, pondering … why haven’t I watched this yet? There’s already 3 seasons… I hit play and as the true meaning of the narrator starts to hit, I am reminded, I don’t have to watch YOU. I already lived YOU.
By LittleTree Oppy4 years ago in Psyche
Maybe it's Maybelline Maybe it's CPTSD that Looks Like ADHD
One of the greatest assets I had on my mental health journey was the access to free counseling on campus when I attended college from 2008-2012. That's about 144 free counseling sessions. I needed them. Actually I needed more than that, but it was an incredible foundation to build from that I couldn't have otherwise afforded.
By Christine Hollermann4 years ago in Psyche
What Is C-PTSD?
I'm sure most of you have heard of PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Often described as something veterans develop from the war. You've likely never heard of what's known as C-PTSD or Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. That's because C-PTSD wasn't acknowledged as a legitimate disorder until recently. Despite being documented in the late 1980s. Even though C-PTSD hasn't been around the length of time, PTSD has. It's crucial to understand the cause and effect of both disorders. Below I've put together detailed descriptions of both mental illnesses.
By April Moore4 years ago in Psyche
Afghanistan fallout. Top Story - August 2021.
This story is based on my experiences both in Afghanistan in 2007, and at home, some 14 years later, when the news broke in August that the Taliban were retaking the country. It describes what I was feeling in that moment and in the weeks following. Although some of the information is fictional, the basis of the story is a true reflection of incidents then, on my last night in Kandahar, and now, as I work to overcome PTSD. I managed not to do what I describe in the last paragraph, but that reality exists, always challenging me.
By Desmond James4 years ago in Psyche
Please Don't Hurt Me
Please don’t hurt me. Those words repeated over and over again in my head. Please don’t. Please don’t. Please. I grew up in a home of fear. Behind every corner lurked another danger. Sometimes it was my brother. His OCD had gotten bad again and seeing his panic would snap me back to the times when I was little and I would accidentally touch something I wasn’t supposed to, and he would scream and scream and scream at me. Other times it was my dad. He’d be boiling over with the rage he kept holed up inside of him until he exploded, ready to lay on me all my faults and shortcomings. Most of the time it was my mom. Her expectations, guilt trips, and scalding tone would send me reeling back into a childlike state where all I could think were those four words.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Psyche
Waiting for the Courage to Tell My Story
I have struggled with depression for as long as I remember since I was a child. I've been in and out of counseling. Seen several psychologists starting in my childhood. And I didn't truly get the help I needed until I became an adult - more recently in my late 30's. Maybe that was my fault for not being able to open up to get the help I needed or maybe I wasn't able to be understood the way I needed to be to get the diagnosis and treatment I needed when I was younger. Maybe it all rolls up to how through all those years mental health just wasn't really a thing that was identified and talked about as much as we're starting to push for it today. That part will be left unknown. And honestly, it doesn't really matter because the past is the past. What matters is that I'm here now, I survived it all and I'm in recovery. And I have a story of recovery and strength to share. And it is a story that I want to use to help others.
By Laura Tran4 years ago in Psyche
The Time I Almost Lost Myself
I had a weird dream, which came very close to a nightmare. It was I standing on the top of a spiraling staircase looking down at the many flights of steps I have to walk and not seeing the bottom floor. This dream kept coming vividly to me more often so when I’m faced with difficulties in life. As I consumed the dream of a spiraling staircase, then came a dream of me driving up a narrow high hill in which the top of the hill was so wide and steep, but had houses above it as well as surrounding it. As I was already up at that hill, I try to go back down, but my fear of heights hit me really bad that I felt in my mind that I was going to be on top of this hill for along time, until reality hit me and coached me that, You can’t stay were you at forever, You have to face your fears and come down that steep hill now,”
By Carrie Johnson4 years ago in Psyche
Victims Anonymous
I have spent my whole life trying to avoid being dubbed a victim. I avoided speaking about my issues in order to not be thought of as a dramatic crybaby. Yet I am here, crying over something a teenager said to me online regarding my recent openness.
By Guenneth Speldrong4 years ago in Psyche
