Ok. So my PTSD is from medical stuff when I was really little. Invasive medical stuff... I'm having trouble writing it right now but that's okay it's not really the point. So I went on the hospital website and looked up the doctor. I sent him an email describing how I got PTSD from it and stuff. It was written really clearly and I didn't blame him or get mad at him in it at all...just explained it and how I wish there was some way they could make it a little more bearable for future patients...the way they deal with it or something, if they haven't already changed it. I really just needed him to know. I don't know if he'll read it and I don't know if he'll respond, but at least I know that I confronted him, sort of. I didn't leave my name just my email but I feel a little better right now, kind of...more free I guess, but still anxious. I never thought I would be able to do that though. I'm really proud of myself for it.
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