Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group

LIke you, my safe place is bed. i get a lot of comfort from being in my bed, with my cats to cuddle, watching Tv. I was brought up watching tV - it's a great babysitter! So, just having the TV on brings me comfort.

I like my bed or the bath when i'm depressed. when im feeling okay, my safe place is somewhere in nature outdoors with my doggy on all three, even in the bath lol. just kidding that would be strange.

As a child, my safe place was outside at night because I felt invisible. I had a safe place in my mind I could retreat to where I felt no pain. Now I don't have a place I truly feel safe, because of the amputations. I do not have as much mobility.

yes, my bed, too . . .

Definitely my bed. Especially right now. I take my baby in there to feed him and I lay down with him and it just feels safe to be alone in there. I never really had my own room growing up, so I think I like the quiet for that reason.

Outdoors. My garden if I only feel mildly threatened. Someplace far from humans if I am feeling deeply threatened.

Buildings feel like traps to me.

My bed is probably my favorite place. It's interesting to me how many people have said this! It helps explain why I often go lay down for just a few minutes at a time. I used to think I was just lazy. Now I know that's where I go to collect myself.

I'm very particular about my sheets, blankets, pillows, etc. They have to have a certain feel to them. And I have a blanket that I've had since I was a child, and that's my go-to object when I need comfort. Of course, it's falling apart now and I, even at 30, I can't imagine what I'm going to do once it's time to retire it!

I also love my garden and sometimes that's where I go to get moving and get some fresh air. But there is a lot of foot traffic in my neighborhood and oftentimes I don't go out to the garden because I don't want to see anyone.

With 3 kids and a husband, I don't really have a place to call my own at home. If I am upset, I head for the bedroom. When I got fired I checked into a hotel. Partly because I have not place to call my own at home, partly because I could not face coming home and partly because I wanted to die. In hind site, I enjoyed my time alone in my small hotel room. I could have used more time but unfortunately the police thought it was a bad idea for a very depressed person to be in a hotel room alone. If things really got bad again, I think I would run for a hotel again.

My bed or the bath.

This is so interesting to me . .

When I finally got my ex out of the house, I distinctly noticed both my teenaged daughter and I could not take enough baths - we were sometimes taking three a day.