Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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I think I have got to cut back on being too active for the sake of my self care. I'm glad I've powered through fatigue with only 40% kidney capacity and my own PTSD symptoms to do my full time job during the week. But I accepted to talk about PTSD at a church today, too, and I can't work 7 days a week like that. I worked on my talk all day yesterday Saturday and then gave the talk today Sunday, so it's been a 7 day work week now for real.
After the talk today people asked a lot of good questions about how DS PTSD here works, what our support group is all about, all of that stuff. For example, most thought that we'd be Iraq/Afghanistan war veterans with PTSD here, and were surprised that most of us are survivors of sexual assault. Going by what they said to me today, most aren't aware of the number of people in society today who survive sexual assault, so it's good to answer their questions and fill them in. It has to be done with a lot of gentle patience, though, and a smile when possible so as to represent us well against the stigma image of how cranky we PTSD folks are. And after a while being patient and kind does take a lot of energy.
So I've got to give myself some weekends off in the next weeks. Tomorrow I have to deal with two students I had to drop from an online course I teach since they didn't do any work in the course from Aug23rd until now. It was necessary, but they'll lose some financial aid so they're bound to come around complaining. I've got to be rested to be even handed with that tomorrow at my day job, so I've gotta stop this weekend extra stuff.
For all of the good I may be doing, I also I think I'm doing too much from my PTSD people pleasing in my past. Has anybody else ever done this before, too? How do you stop and say no and set good boundaries when you get going on a roll that's too much like this? I'm truly not playing the martyr by asking nor am I asking in a passive aggressive way of showing off how much "great" community service I'm doing or anything. I've gotta knock it off, so advice is welcome for real. Thanks.
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Which explains the mysterious fevers and my extra fatigue. I'm so glad I pushed for answers.
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Due to my increased paranoia, anxiety, and a panic attack over the weekend, my psychiatrist has put me back in a full dose of Zyprexa until further notice. Every time I think I'm getting ahead something happens and it's back to square one. I knew he was gonna do this but I can't help feeling disappointed. It is what it is.

that's just one of my ways. but it is good to recognize when you need so time to slow down.
one more thought, in teaching about PTSD it might be a topic to bring up that we need to pay attention to our self-care. how it needs to be a priority. we've all been there where we pushed to hard and it wasn't pretty. just a thought.
you can do this. proud of you.
Wanna make mud pies? Goofy entertainment don't come much cheaper, especially when I have somebody to throw my masterpieces at. Nanny nanny boo boo. . .
Thanks, everybody, truly, for every time you give me reinforcement for learning how to manage my PTSD life in better ways for my wellbeing. Last time you all supported me when I had to cope with a slew of doctor appointments, and it did the trick to get me through them well. I'm thinking this support will, too. I appreciate the support for targeting the notion that it's important to get the calendar out and block out some Muji time.
Much support back at y'all, every one.
Continued support while you find your balance, muji. Sending hopes for peaceful rest tonight.
My dad simply ran away. Most of the 6 years of combat was in our town, and in our neighborhood, in fact. So he had to be gone "on business" 28 out of 30 days a month for years. That left me as a kid to protect little sister and a mom who was freaking out popping prescription tranquilizers. I had a deal with the neighbor who had a gun. When bad guys tried to break in on us, I threw dictionaries against my mom's bedroom wall adjoining his in his duplex apartment next door. I did that one night bad guys tried to break in when not only had my dad left us alone, but my mom had, too, and we kids were alone with a teen baby sitter.
The neighbor came as called by my signal and ran them off, though they did come back and steal our car. That kind of stuff went on for years, so it helped my "over-developed sense of responsibility" become too real.
I can only imagine how the enormous challenges of surviving your childhood ordeals developed yours, arfie. I like how you talk about having a childhood now that would be more along creative, playful, and positive lines. Me, too.
I'd like to start by napping and getting good sleep. :-) Thanks for supporting me on that. You've got my support in your endeavor, too.