I was just wondering how everyone here got diagnosed with their ptsd. I am just now figuring out that I have PTSD after suffering immensely and feeling so different from anyone else. I am angry over the fact that ptsd is not a condition that many therapists recognize or know about. After the trauma I went to a counselor and spoke in choppy sentences couldnt really communicate my thoughts and I was severely distressed. The trauma that I went through I wouldnt talk about even if she asked because it was something I would never speak about and I was in denial and shock. Anyways while talking to her I remember looking down at my arm and feeling like it wasnt mine. It scared me so bad. So I said "Whoa I feel like thats not my arm." She looked at me strange and she wasnt the only one confused. I thought I was losing it. So I suffered for years with PTSD and all of its unbearable symptoms and lived through alcoholism and a DUI barely. I went to neurologists for pscyhosomatic symptoms that Im now figuing out about and they just diagnosed me with epilepsy. I was so confused and so was everyone else. Those years were hell. Nobody could help me. And only now that Im starting to recover am I realizing that I had/have PTSD. That makes me angry! There are others prob right now living with PTSD and dont know whats wrong with them but silently suffer over trauma. I think all therapists should be very informed and aware of the condition. Not just specialists. I lost all faith in doctors through the years. They just look at symptoms and not the patient.I lost so many years of my life and literally barely made it here.
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