About 2 years ago, I was sent to a behavioral psych., because my tmj was bad. I clench my teeth almost constantly, and sometimes grind. I decided right away to be honest....so when my therapist asked if there was anything significant I wanted to tell him.....I mentioned, that there was something from childhood. I wrote him a 15 page letter, and for the first time revealed that I had been molested by 3 different people as a child. At 5, 9, and 15. 2 were boys and one was a girl. Just admitting it, made me feel much better, but then I had to admit it to my family. Anyway, a few sessions later, my doc told me he thought that I had PTSD. I continued going for a short time after that, but all the talk got boring. I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere, so I quit therapy. With the help of God, I have been able to move on in many ways, but still struggle with being anxious sometimes, but I don't have panic attacks. I struggle with being genuine, but try to be. I am not really sure if i have ptsd. I feel like maybe he was wrong....was he wrong or am I still in denial? PTSD, sounds like something a person in war should have, or someone who was the victim of incest.... not a kid who was fondled by other kids. I have alot of things that have come about as a result of the way I behave, and because of living lies. I have tmj, I already told you that....I also have fibromyalgia, and chronic pain. I sometimes wonder if i am depressed. People always are shocked to find that I'm anything less than perfect......my perfect mask...funny, confident, and happy go lucky....can someone help me? Do I have ptsd or am I an imposter?
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