Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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I am getting to the point I have nowhere to run or nobody to turn to for help. Before 2012, I was happy; I had everything going for me such as working, going to school, friends that were actually proud of me and not angry with me, I had a sense of family. I went out and had fun. Then in the fall of 2011, everything changed: my grandma had passed away, I moved twice in one year. My family in California asked that my mom came over to protect her inheritance or her interest in the family home, I decided to go with her so she was not alone.
My mom's brother, my uncle and cousin decided to come over and help haul our stuff to California. After we were there for two weeks everything changed. I told a secret to my cousin and it's like he used it against me, and started pushing incest and even drugs onto me. One night it got really bad, he gave me meth and started to abuse me every which way possible or any way that one can imagine: financially, sexually, mentally, emotionally, physically. I was taken at knife point or knive point, the abuse was horrible. it went from bad to worse really quick. I kept my mouth shut and endured the abuse for 6 months, and me not opening my mouth has cost me my whole life such as happiness.
Every aspect of my life was taken away by my cousin. To this day I'm still messed up. I have alienated my friends, some of them are making excuses not to talk to me or so it seems which I don't blame them. I am scared every day that I am a criminal, that I'm a bad person, or that I'm hopeless , wont recover. also, that I have only two options hospital or prison and I never used to feel that way. I don't want to be committed. I'm scared. every day is a struggle for me especially nights and weekends. My mom says i'm taking on his thoughts that these are not my thoughts but why cant I get over them, and why cant I get over this. I used to know who I was. can anyone help?
My mom's brother, my uncle and cousin decided to come over and help haul our stuff to California. After we were there for two weeks everything changed. I told a secret to my cousin and it's like he used it against me, and started pushing incest and even drugs onto me. One night it got really bad, he gave me meth and started to abuse me every which way possible or any way that one can imagine: financially, sexually, mentally, emotionally, physically. I was taken at knife point or knive point, the abuse was horrible. it went from bad to worse really quick. I kept my mouth shut and endured the abuse for 6 months, and me not opening my mouth has cost me my whole life such as happiness.
Every aspect of my life was taken away by my cousin. To this day I'm still messed up. I have alienated my friends, some of them are making excuses not to talk to me or so it seems which I don't blame them. I am scared every day that I am a criminal, that I'm a bad person, or that I'm hopeless , wont recover. also, that I have only two options hospital or prison and I never used to feel that way. I don't want to be committed. I'm scared. every day is a struggle for me especially nights and weekends. My mom says i'm taking on his thoughts that these are not my thoughts but why cant I get over them, and why cant I get over this. I used to know who I was. can anyone help?
I lost everything in 2011. I had had PTSD for years, been hospitalized for it twice, divorced twice, been bankrupt. Been through a lot. Didn't know it could get worse. Then it did.
Lost my job, got another, lost my fiancee, lost my family, lost the second job I got. Then I lost my physical health, too.
Stage 4 kidney disease with diabetes made me collapse on the first day of my third job. Was taken off all my meds because of the kidney disease, so I was left exposed to all PTSD symptoms without meds for the first time ever.
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I'm a triple trauma winner: childhood molestation, domestically violent childhood, PTSD from combat. In other words, screwed, beaten up, and blown up. literally.
I've been here ever since every day. People here understand me. It's been slow, but I got a slice of life back. No girlfriend, no family, but a job that pays a lot less yet one I've hung on to since 2011. I'm grateful for that. Most importantly, friends here who get it and really care.
Again, so sorry you joined us because of this. Keep coming back. You're not alone.
And sooner or later we pay the price AGAIN.
It happened to me too. I do not put anything past them. Nothing I am on edge.
When they decide to unconsciously or consciously they can simply go back to their dysfunction and use compartmentalization, and all kinds of very maladaptive psychological behavior....and again the scapegoat pays the price.