Posted January 12, 2015
TL;DR = I believe I am suffering from PTSD and am seeking help. I am sharing some of my experiences with the hope that others may share theirs(be anonymous and say 'a friend' if need be) to further my understanding of myself and others so I can find a path of healing that works. I am 38 years old and this battle is wearing me out. I share myself and my experiences like this, because I find out society to be lacking in understanding of what creates "monsters" and that help is so hard to find. If even one person can gain something from this sharing, then I the energy I expend writing this is worthwhile. I am most likely that one person, as writing is one of my paths to healing.
I searched and could not find a thread on PTSD here, and that could be due to GOG's shitty forum search feature, so I felt the need to start one myself. I am unsure of how to start this thread nor do I know exactly what it is I want to say or achieve from creating this thread, so I will write from the heart as per usual, and hopefully do so in a way that is clear enough for others to understand and perhaps share their experiences or the experiences of others they care for.
For a brief overview of what PTSD is, I would recommend reading this article that has prompted me to try to find some help for myself.
For as long as I can remember, I have been trying to find out what is wrong with me, in order to find a path of healing and way forward. I have spoken to at least 30 doctors, counsellors, psychologists and psychiatrists, and have received very little help by doing so. Part of the issue is our healthcare system and the expense of seeing specialists(and finding the right one), especially when my main (and at this stage only) source of income is a disability pension. I have been diagnosed with treatment resistant bi-polar(meaning the drugs don't work - diagnosis came in 2006 from me answering the K10 questionnaire twice in a month and being told I need to be on medication for life, which I see as absolute bullshit) as well as ADHD later in life. Dexamphetamines sure made me feel better and more able to function for the year that I was on them(2011-12), but overall seriously adversely affected my health. Every pill that I have been prescribed usually causes more problems than it solves. The only medication besides the ones I self-medicate with that helps is Clonidine. Anything that prevents or mimimises adrenal surges or affects the GABA receptors seems to be effective. The main issue with medication is that I need to cycle between things as tolerance and side effects build with continued use.
Cognitive behavioural therapy has been mostly useless, and that is probably due to me not finding the right specialist nor having a good understanding of myself, my triggers, and at times getting exhausted telling the same story with a lack of an empathetic ear, during the times when I was seeking help in the past. I cannot share myself with people one on one who are lacking an emotional understanding of what severe life trauma is like. "Get over it", "all parents love their children", "it is all in your head" etc are some of the responses that have caused me to struggle to communicate about this in the past. I have attempted to talk to both of my parents on many occasions about this, and their denial has made things worse for me.
I know that the majority of my trauma comes from my childhood, and how I interact with others on an interpersonal level stems from that trauma. I cannot remember most of my childhood but I do remember the drug and alcohol fuelled violence, the conflict, the fear, the nightmares, bed-wetting, learning to lucid dream to escape, finding solace in books and computer games and spending as much time at friend's houses as I could. I have moments of flashbacks of my childhood, which is like watching a slideshow of various places I visited or experienced. Some of those images are very disturbing, and I do not know exactly what happened, other than my brain still needs to protect me and block them out. I have had severe nightmares for as long as I can remember but they have gotten better over the years. The nightmares are all about violence and rape; feeling helpless and often resulting in me being killed. The worst ones are where I am letting out my rage on those I care for and I feel very depressed after those dreams.
I can remember every abusive moment during my teenage years, and those I really struggle to deal with to this day. I used all of my willpower not to snap and kill my mother, and instead took it out on myself by cutting myself and punching and smashing things and screaming, and turning to drugs and alcohol at 15, something I still struggle with to this day. The universe showed me what it would have been like if I had killed my mother, through the eyes and experiences of my childhood friend Michael, who stabbed his mother in the head and neck 37 times whilst she slept. He couldn't find peace with what he did, and killed himself 2 years ago.
There aren't many people who have maintained contact with me in the long term, and I can understand why. They enjoy the more positive and balanced side of me that I can express in brief moments(there have been periods of me being more consistently like that) but the moment my darkness, demons or "beast within" as I call it is shown, people cease contact.
My life has felt like one constant war, a war with myself and with others. I know that this war is one that is with myself due to the trauma I have been through, and my attempts to find a peaceful path forward have had mixed results. I know that when I express my rage, criticism of others and blaming them for how I feel, that I am projecting, generally a projection of past trauma into a present moment. There is such a strong part of me that wants to isolate myself from others and put my survival skills to use and live in the wilderness, but I also know that I would struggle with the isolation.
I am fortunate to have a loving and understanding partner, and am surprised that we have just passed the 2 year mark, given the challenges we have had together (she is autistic and has a very poor memory from head trauma from falling off a mountain when she was 16). I do not do well alone nor do I do well with close interpersonal relationships. The past year has also been the most challenging one that I can remember. Living with my girlfriend and her father, and seeing the interaction between her parents, has brought out a lot from within that I thought was healed. The past year has been the most contact I have had with both of my parents since my mother kicked me out of home on Christmas Eve in 1995. The death of my maternal grandfather, a war veteran who suffered from PTSD, has really hit me hard over this Christmas/New Year period.
I am going to try to explain briefly what it is like to be me and why I believe PTSD is the most accurate diagnosis for why I am the way I am, in the hope that someone out there can relate to and perhaps share some experiences and what has helped them or someone they know. I have spoken to many war veterans, and the stories they have shared and how they are as a result of those traumatic experiences once returning to civilian life, is something I can strongly relate to.
Every time I leave the house I am on guard. I size up each and every person I walk past, and have learned to trust my senses and intuition to determine potential threats. I have some martial arts training: muay thai, boxing, Aikido, Brazillian jujitsu, basic grappling, knife, arnis, Japanese and Italian renaissance sword fighting, brutal self defence techniques including extensive knowledge of anatomy with pressure points and mechanical advantage. Basically what works in real life fighting situations rather than combat sports. It was engaging in full contact sparring, something that I have not felt vital enough to get back to, that helped me to be more relaxed when potential conflicts occur. I have used communication to avoid physical altercations more than my training but prior to that training, I have engaged in countless fights, some of which I started and others that I reacted to in self defence.
When I was younger, I took my rage out on others, people who in those adrenal moments I considered worthy of such violence. That is not something I am proud of. I have been noticing that desire has been arising strongly again. When in a rage, usually prompted by an argument with one I love, I head to areas(the equivalent would be heading to an area with heavy gang activity if I were in the USA) where I am likely to find someone to take that anger out on someone who I deem in that moment, to be someone deserving of that anger. I am not myself in those moments. By that, I mean that I am not the calmer and more loving version of myself that I try to be. I am psychopathic in those moods. I WANT to hurt someone. Fortunately for myself and others, I have not engaged in such non-consensual physical conflict in a long time. Multiple times last year I almost hopped on a train to go to my mother's house to reciprocate the abuse and hurt I have held within for so long. If I did so, I would be in gaol or in a psych ward as I do no think I could hold back.
I searched and could not find a thread on PTSD here, and that could be due to GOG's shitty forum search feature, so I felt the need to start one myself. I am unsure of how to start this thread nor do I know exactly what it is I want to say or achieve from creating this thread, so I will write from the heart as per usual, and hopefully do so in a way that is clear enough for others to understand and perhaps share their experiences or the experiences of others they care for.
For a brief overview of what PTSD is, I would recommend reading this article that has prompted me to try to find some help for myself.
For as long as I can remember, I have been trying to find out what is wrong with me, in order to find a path of healing and way forward. I have spoken to at least 30 doctors, counsellors, psychologists and psychiatrists, and have received very little help by doing so. Part of the issue is our healthcare system and the expense of seeing specialists(and finding the right one), especially when my main (and at this stage only) source of income is a disability pension. I have been diagnosed with treatment resistant bi-polar(meaning the drugs don't work - diagnosis came in 2006 from me answering the K10 questionnaire twice in a month and being told I need to be on medication for life, which I see as absolute bullshit) as well as ADHD later in life. Dexamphetamines sure made me feel better and more able to function for the year that I was on them(2011-12), but overall seriously adversely affected my health. Every pill that I have been prescribed usually causes more problems than it solves. The only medication besides the ones I self-medicate with that helps is Clonidine. Anything that prevents or mimimises adrenal surges or affects the GABA receptors seems to be effective. The main issue with medication is that I need to cycle between things as tolerance and side effects build with continued use.
Cognitive behavioural therapy has been mostly useless, and that is probably due to me not finding the right specialist nor having a good understanding of myself, my triggers, and at times getting exhausted telling the same story with a lack of an empathetic ear, during the times when I was seeking help in the past. I cannot share myself with people one on one who are lacking an emotional understanding of what severe life trauma is like. "Get over it", "all parents love their children", "it is all in your head" etc are some of the responses that have caused me to struggle to communicate about this in the past. I have attempted to talk to both of my parents on many occasions about this, and their denial has made things worse for me.
I know that the majority of my trauma comes from my childhood, and how I interact with others on an interpersonal level stems from that trauma. I cannot remember most of my childhood but I do remember the drug and alcohol fuelled violence, the conflict, the fear, the nightmares, bed-wetting, learning to lucid dream to escape, finding solace in books and computer games and spending as much time at friend's houses as I could. I have moments of flashbacks of my childhood, which is like watching a slideshow of various places I visited or experienced. Some of those images are very disturbing, and I do not know exactly what happened, other than my brain still needs to protect me and block them out. I have had severe nightmares for as long as I can remember but they have gotten better over the years. The nightmares are all about violence and rape; feeling helpless and often resulting in me being killed. The worst ones are where I am letting out my rage on those I care for and I feel very depressed after those dreams.
I can remember every abusive moment during my teenage years, and those I really struggle to deal with to this day. I used all of my willpower not to snap and kill my mother, and instead took it out on myself by cutting myself and punching and smashing things and screaming, and turning to drugs and alcohol at 15, something I still struggle with to this day. The universe showed me what it would have been like if I had killed my mother, through the eyes and experiences of my childhood friend Michael, who stabbed his mother in the head and neck 37 times whilst she slept. He couldn't find peace with what he did, and killed himself 2 years ago.
There aren't many people who have maintained contact with me in the long term, and I can understand why. They enjoy the more positive and balanced side of me that I can express in brief moments(there have been periods of me being more consistently like that) but the moment my darkness, demons or "beast within" as I call it is shown, people cease contact.
My life has felt like one constant war, a war with myself and with others. I know that this war is one that is with myself due to the trauma I have been through, and my attempts to find a peaceful path forward have had mixed results. I know that when I express my rage, criticism of others and blaming them for how I feel, that I am projecting, generally a projection of past trauma into a present moment. There is such a strong part of me that wants to isolate myself from others and put my survival skills to use and live in the wilderness, but I also know that I would struggle with the isolation.
I am fortunate to have a loving and understanding partner, and am surprised that we have just passed the 2 year mark, given the challenges we have had together (she is autistic and has a very poor memory from head trauma from falling off a mountain when she was 16). I do not do well alone nor do I do well with close interpersonal relationships. The past year has also been the most challenging one that I can remember. Living with my girlfriend and her father, and seeing the interaction between her parents, has brought out a lot from within that I thought was healed. The past year has been the most contact I have had with both of my parents since my mother kicked me out of home on Christmas Eve in 1995. The death of my maternal grandfather, a war veteran who suffered from PTSD, has really hit me hard over this Christmas/New Year period.
I am going to try to explain briefly what it is like to be me and why I believe PTSD is the most accurate diagnosis for why I am the way I am, in the hope that someone out there can relate to and perhaps share some experiences and what has helped them or someone they know. I have spoken to many war veterans, and the stories they have shared and how they are as a result of those traumatic experiences once returning to civilian life, is something I can strongly relate to.
Every time I leave the house I am on guard. I size up each and every person I walk past, and have learned to trust my senses and intuition to determine potential threats. I have some martial arts training: muay thai, boxing, Aikido, Brazillian jujitsu, basic grappling, knife, arnis, Japanese and Italian renaissance sword fighting, brutal self defence techniques including extensive knowledge of anatomy with pressure points and mechanical advantage. Basically what works in real life fighting situations rather than combat sports. It was engaging in full contact sparring, something that I have not felt vital enough to get back to, that helped me to be more relaxed when potential conflicts occur. I have used communication to avoid physical altercations more than my training but prior to that training, I have engaged in countless fights, some of which I started and others that I reacted to in self defence.
When I was younger, I took my rage out on others, people who in those adrenal moments I considered worthy of such violence. That is not something I am proud of. I have been noticing that desire has been arising strongly again. When in a rage, usually prompted by an argument with one I love, I head to areas(the equivalent would be heading to an area with heavy gang activity if I were in the USA) where I am likely to find someone to take that anger out on someone who I deem in that moment, to be someone deserving of that anger. I am not myself in those moments. By that, I mean that I am not the calmer and more loving version of myself that I try to be. I am psychopathic in those moods. I WANT to hurt someone. Fortunately for myself and others, I have not engaged in such non-consensual physical conflict in a long time. Multiple times last year I almost hopped on a train to go to my mother's house to reciprocate the abuse and hurt I have held within for so long. If I did so, I would be in gaol or in a psych ward as I do no think I could hold back.
Post edited January 12, 2015 by Tarnicus