Hi I'm Art I'm new here but I have had PTSD for several years. I have PTSD from a combination of several different traumatic events that have taken place in my life not just one event. I am a survivor of sexual abuse as a child, a rape survivor, a car accident survivor, the survivor of an armed robbery and the survivor of a natural disaster. I get nightmares and flashbacks from the different traumatic events that I have been through. Something that happens to me because of my PTSD is my voice changes to sound like a 5 year old girl sometimes and when that happens I am not aware of it unless other people make me aware of it. I can not hear it when I talk like I am 5 and i don't do it on purpose i have no control over it . I am 40 years old so it is very noticeable to people when I start talking like a 5 year old. This is part of disassociation with PTSD and it happens because I was traumatized as a child starting at the age of 4 or 5 when my voice changes to sound like somone of that age. I am in therapy and my therapist is going to try to work with me on this issue but it is difficult to work on because I don't know when it is happening. It is almost like I have split personalities because of this drastic change that takes place but I don't have multiple personalities. or DID. I have Bipolar Disorder, Schizophrenia, Generalized Anxiety Disorder,Boderline Personality Disorder and PTSD. I am stable on my medication and doing well with my Psych care.
So this is my first time flying alone since the 80's and 1st time flying with my service dog so a bit nervous. I just don't want a hassle. I have all my paperwork and called the US airline (flying from Canada and then switching planes) and they gave me inconsistent information so to be safe, I am bringing every document. Going to vet tommorow for final "health check". NOt sure why I am so...
Feeling how my childhood of all forms of abuse and my abusive marriage has fucked my current life and future. Feel like dying. I am sorry. Therapist tried to help me understand my shitty past. Apparently if I look critically I am not garbage even if I feel that way and want to die.