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#1
Recovery Journals / Re: I Am
Last post by Bach - Today at 07:13:41 PMThe boiler that was installed brand new after the first flood in December of 2023 crapped out on Friday. I should have figured it out in the morning when the heat wasn't on, but I wasn't paying very close attention and didn't snap to it until Friday afternoon. Thankfully, it wasn't too late to have someone come out and look at it, but it WAS too late to have anything done about it before Monday unless I paid a whack of extra cash, which I decidedly can't spare on top of the already hefty price tag of the repair. On Friday night, we put a space heater in the room where our parrot sleeps. That night when I was in bed going to sleep, I was irrationally worried that it might not actually be safe to leave that space heater in the room with her. I knew it was an irrational fear and was able to talk myself through it without getting up, but then I woke in the night to go to the bathroom, and then was thinking about it again and could not go back to sleep. I didn't want to scare her or disturb her, but it was burrowing into my brain and finally, I had to get up and go check on her. She was fine, of course. When I lifted the edge of the sheet from the front of her cage I could feel her indignation at having her rest disturbed. I was able to go back to sleep after that, but it stirred up many feelings about responsibility and worrying, about not being good at taking care of things and not wanting to have to. I wish that I was a person who enjoyed nurturing and took pride in taking good care of things. I think that all the ways in which I fall short in my own eyes boil down to that.
#2
Recovery Journals / Re: Healing journal (tw) Anger...
Last post by StartingHealing - Today at 07:05:58 PM10-12-2025
Brief update. The losses I've experienced over the years, and never really having the time / space to go through it, it's all got wrapped up into a big old mess that I'm currently experiencing.
things are going on apiece. there still is obligations to pay, things needing maintenance, as the saying goes "life continues"
Wishing all here, all the best
Brief update. The losses I've experienced over the years, and never really having the time / space to go through it, it's all got wrapped up into a big old mess that I'm currently experiencing.
things are going on apiece. there still is obligations to pay, things needing maintenance, as the saying goes "life continues"
Wishing all here, all the best
#3
Recovery Journals / Re: Desert Flower's Recovery J...
Last post by Desert Flower - Today at 06:08:12 PMI do feel I have lots of replying to do to your posts, before I may get down to my own troubles. Still, I do need get something off my chest so apologies my friends.
- Trigger warning -
Today, I was caught off guard. I knew today was gonna be triggering. (I do hate by the way, the way people all over use these words nowadays - 'triggered' - or - 'trauma' - without having a clue what they're talking about. Being one of us who knows what it is like being triggered and traumatised.) I had been very busy again these past two weeks and I had been managing nonetheless.
I went out to lunch with a small group of my best friends today. In the town that I used to live in with the Narcissist (another one of those much misused words) who re-traumatised me. The way we get into the wrong relationships again, repeating harmful patterns of behaviour because they are what we know.
It happened before, I should try to remember now, that these friends triggered me because I assume I'm safe with them. Well, I am safe of course, in a matter of fact way, but not safe from triggering remarks. I let my guard down.
So I got off the train and the place had changed a lot so immediately, I was disoriented and I had some trouble getting there, even though I was using Google Maps (this is a town that I lived in for six years mind you and the lunch place was near the biggest landmark of the city), I only half knew where I was.
So I was passing all these places that I had walked with him, mostly being drunk and doped up at that time because it was the only way I could pretend to be there at all, while actually I was completely dissociated because it was impossible to feel what was going on and survive. I walked these places again today, this club we used to you to, shops we visited, the streets we walked (he liked walking through this town and we used to do so a lot) etc etc. And it seemed like I was there for the first time and it was only now I realised how CROWDED this place is. This is because now I was actually feeling something walking there. I stopped feeling anything soon after this walk I think.
And after I arrived at the restaurant I told my friends I had had a bit of trouble getting there and they said they had too. This dismissed my feelings, I realise in hindsight. And I said I had not been back to this town since I left (FLED this town I should have said really). And then one of my friends, I consider her the wisest, looked at me with a quizzing look, asking 'did you not want to go back?' or something. The last thing I felt was feeling I had to defend myself. And that's when I checked out I think. INDEED, I had not wanted to go back - lots of swearing needed here, I won't but you know what I mean. They've really got no clue apparently. How traumatising this period actually was. How I had had to get away to save anything that was left of me. There was not much left of me but at some point I knew I had to save myself and I did.
And then after a while sitting there talking some more the same friend started describing this really nice place that she had visited in the same town just a week ago, such a nice little place bla di bla etc and from her description, she hadn't even mentioned the name of the place yet, I knew I knew this place. Yes, we used to go there together, the N and me. Such a nice little place. Like ****.
- Trigger warning -
They do not know of the time I stood in the rooftop gutter threatening to jump, hoping he would come get me back and he did. I never told anyone. I need to tell you. Here it is. This was one of the worst places I ever was. And I do not like going back there indeed. The ringing in my ears is tremendous.
Walking back to the station with my friends today, I did not know where I was, I did not know our countries' biggest train station anymore, my friend had to guide me to the platform. And in my home town, my routine helped me a little bit but I didn't even feel I could breath until I got off the metro by myself after saying goodbye to my friend.
And when I got home, I was still thinking it had been the crowded streets that had unnerved me. But as it turns out, these dear friends' remarks were the real triggers.
It's just so hard dealing with these triggers when you least expect them. And they hit me so hard I didn't even notice. I am home safe. I will do some calming exercise now. Thank you for being with me if you managed to read this far.
- Trigger warning -
Today, I was caught off guard. I knew today was gonna be triggering. (I do hate by the way, the way people all over use these words nowadays - 'triggered' - or - 'trauma' - without having a clue what they're talking about. Being one of us who knows what it is like being triggered and traumatised.) I had been very busy again these past two weeks and I had been managing nonetheless.
I went out to lunch with a small group of my best friends today. In the town that I used to live in with the Narcissist (another one of those much misused words) who re-traumatised me. The way we get into the wrong relationships again, repeating harmful patterns of behaviour because they are what we know.
It happened before, I should try to remember now, that these friends triggered me because I assume I'm safe with them. Well, I am safe of course, in a matter of fact way, but not safe from triggering remarks. I let my guard down.
So I got off the train and the place had changed a lot so immediately, I was disoriented and I had some trouble getting there, even though I was using Google Maps (this is a town that I lived in for six years mind you and the lunch place was near the biggest landmark of the city), I only half knew where I was.
So I was passing all these places that I had walked with him, mostly being drunk and doped up at that time because it was the only way I could pretend to be there at all, while actually I was completely dissociated because it was impossible to feel what was going on and survive. I walked these places again today, this club we used to you to, shops we visited, the streets we walked (he liked walking through this town and we used to do so a lot) etc etc. And it seemed like I was there for the first time and it was only now I realised how CROWDED this place is. This is because now I was actually feeling something walking there. I stopped feeling anything soon after this walk I think.
And after I arrived at the restaurant I told my friends I had had a bit of trouble getting there and they said they had too. This dismissed my feelings, I realise in hindsight. And I said I had not been back to this town since I left (FLED this town I should have said really). And then one of my friends, I consider her the wisest, looked at me with a quizzing look, asking 'did you not want to go back?' or something. The last thing I felt was feeling I had to defend myself. And that's when I checked out I think. INDEED, I had not wanted to go back - lots of swearing needed here, I won't but you know what I mean. They've really got no clue apparently. How traumatising this period actually was. How I had had to get away to save anything that was left of me. There was not much left of me but at some point I knew I had to save myself and I did.
And then after a while sitting there talking some more the same friend started describing this really nice place that she had visited in the same town just a week ago, such a nice little place bla di bla etc and from her description, she hadn't even mentioned the name of the place yet, I knew I knew this place. Yes, we used to go there together, the N and me. Such a nice little place. Like ****.
- Trigger warning -
They do not know of the time I stood in the rooftop gutter threatening to jump, hoping he would come get me back and he did. I never told anyone. I need to tell you. Here it is. This was one of the worst places I ever was. And I do not like going back there indeed. The ringing in my ears is tremendous.
Walking back to the station with my friends today, I did not know where I was, I did not know our countries' biggest train station anymore, my friend had to guide me to the platform. And in my home town, my routine helped me a little bit but I didn't even feel I could breath until I got off the metro by myself after saying goodbye to my friend.
And when I got home, I was still thinking it had been the crowded streets that had unnerved me. But as it turns out, these dear friends' remarks were the real triggers.
It's just so hard dealing with these triggers when you least expect them. And they hit me so hard I didn't even notice. I am home safe. I will do some calming exercise now. Thank you for being with me if you managed to read this far.
#4
Announcements / Re: New Guide for Healthcare P...
Last post by NarcKiddo - Today at 05:35:37 PM
Well done to you and all the team.
#5
Announcements / New Guide for Healthcare Profe...
Last post by Kizzie - Today at 04:38:40 PMHi Everyone!
Delighted to announce that the healthcare project I initiated is in the dissemination phase. The guide our team developed and information about the project can be found here - https://www.outofthestorm.website/healthcare-project.
Please note there is a text based pdf for download if you wish to print it out and give it to any healthcare providers you are dealing with.
Planting the seeds for better care!
Kizzie
Delighted to announce that the healthcare project I initiated is in the dissemination phase. The guide our team developed and information about the project can be found here - https://www.outofthestorm.website/healthcare-project.
Please note there is a text based pdf for download if you wish to print it out and give it to any healthcare providers you are dealing with.
Planting the seeds for better care!
Kizzie
#6
Please Introduce Yourself Here / Re: Hello 👋🏼
Last post by Kizzie - Today at 04:32:38 PMHi and a warm welcome to Out of the Storm Landed Bird! 
I am a 'tad' older than you at 69, and there are quite a few of us in this age range I think because many of us didn't realize we had CPTSD until later in life. When I started this web site and forum 11 years ago there wasn't much in terms of books or sites. Now happily there's lots more info and resources available.
So sorry to hear about your mobility issues. I have arthritis in my ankle and back and if it weren't for cortisone shots I'd be less able to get around. I know my time is coming though and I fear becoming less able to do things and more dependent on others. It takes me back to my childhood when I was at the mercy of my parents and brother because I did not have power. So, I can relate to a degree and I hope there are others here who can relate and will provide you with support. (Not that I would wish physical limitations on anyone of course!)
On a final note, many of us here take the position that we are not mentally ill or disordered, but instead are injured, wounded at the hands of others and deserving of effective treatment, services and support like anyone who has healthcare needs.
I am a 'tad' older than you at 69, and there are quite a few of us in this age range I think because many of us didn't realize we had CPTSD until later in life. When I started this web site and forum 11 years ago there wasn't much in terms of books or sites. Now happily there's lots more info and resources available.
So sorry to hear about your mobility issues. I have arthritis in my ankle and back and if it weren't for cortisone shots I'd be less able to get around. I know my time is coming though and I fear becoming less able to do things and more dependent on others. It takes me back to my childhood when I was at the mercy of my parents and brother because I did not have power. So, I can relate to a degree and I hope there are others here who can relate and will provide you with support. (Not that I would wish physical limitations on anyone of course!)
On a final note, many of us here take the position that we are not mentally ill or disordered, but instead are injured, wounded at the hands of others and deserving of effective treatment, services and support like anyone who has healthcare needs.
#7
Successes, Progress? / Re: Therapy Break? Feeling ste...
Last post by Kizzie - Today at 04:09:19 PMQuote from: Blue_Jays on September 25, 2025, 12:44:28 AMI totally relate to not being able to manage on my own. I had to explain to my doctor that I needed the additional support when I was triggered or dysregulated, as I spiral pretty intensely. It was weird having to explain myself, ended up having to explain the reason why I think I will be in therapy forever (on and off). My doctor is very traditional, so they have rigid ideas of how things are supposed to go.
Appreciate hearing from others.
One thing that did pop into my mind as I re-read this thread is that physician's often DON'T know much if anything about CPTSD (which is why we just finished a book about complex relational trauma and CPTSD here, and I led a project to develop a guide for healthcare professionals). So yours may not realize that CPTSD does not go away entirely but we learn to manage it. That said, there are going to be events/situations in our lives that bring it up to the surface again and we will need support. I think you're wise to know that about yourself and your CPTSD.
By the way, the guide for healthcare professionals is available on the site at https://www.outofthestorm.website/healthcare-project if you want to have a look at it. There is a pdf download you could give to your doc so they understand better what you are dealing with.
#8
Successes, Progress? / Re: Therapy Break? Feeling ste...
Last post by Papa Coco - Today at 03:19:16 PMHi Blue Jays,
I am 65 years old. I began therapy at age 20 after a two suicide attempts. That was 1980. Therapy back then was one step above leeches and electric shock. I saw my first therapist for 10 sessions when he told me we had completed it and I was cured. Two years later, another suicide attempt and I was in the office of a new therapist. I can repeat this story 6 times before I finally found the therapist I have now. I began seeing him in 2005 and have never stopped seeing him.
My first 6 therapists were not much more than just CBT's. Cognitive Behavior Therapists, which is not a style of therapy that understands lifelong trauma. I called them dog trainers. My 6th therapist openly called himself a "behavior modification therapist", meaning he could cure my broken heart by teaching me behavioral tricks. "Scream into a pillow and you'll be cured." "Snap a rubber band on your wrist whenever you think of suicide and you'll be cured." I didn't know any better, and the word "trauma" had never been uttered by any doctor or therapist ever. I had to assume I was just stupid and that's why I hated myself so bad.
I'm a people pleaser because I have CPTSD. Many of us trauma survivors are people pleasers. It's how we try to feel safe by being liked which is better than being bullied or damaged by not pleasing others. As a people pleaser, I would always do whatever my therapist wanted me to do, and when a therapist said I was cured, which 6 of them did every few years, I would honestly believe they were the smart ones and if they said I was cured, then I thanked them for curing me and left. I'm sure most of them still think I'm cured because I never called them back two years later to tell them I was worse than when they saw me.
My final observation was that CBTs had a bag of tricks they were taught to use and once they'd used them I'd feel better...temporarily. The duration of being cured tended to last for two years each time. Two years after being cured, 6 times, I'd end up worse than the time before because now I had proof that I was incurable. The more often therapy didn't cure me the worse I felt about myself and my incurable nature.
My 7th therapist is the first person alive to use the word "trauma". I couldn't figure out how I'd been traumatized, since I had never been to war nor in a plane crash. so how could I be traumatized? The term "Complex" PTSD hadn't been invented yet, so I had to figure out how a narcissistic family upbringing, and an abusive religion, and a few instances of CSA by trusted clergy when I was 7, could do to me what being shot at in a war did to people with far more catastrophic lives than mine. Doctors back then couldn't figure it out either. I'm sure more than 50% of all doctors world-wide still don't know that catastrophic trauma is different than choosing to be depressed because I don't snap a rubber band on my wrist whenever I feel mortal terror.
The moral of my story is that ONLY trauma-informed therapy works. And VERY few doctors understand that. Also, VERY few therapists understand that. And my ability to feel cured comes and goes.
This week, after 45 years of therapy, 20 of those with the right therapist, I still am floored from time to time when I realize the powerful grip trauma still has on me. I STILL struggle to believe that my childhood was as damaging as it was. I STILL struggle to believe that I'm as traumatized as I am.
I have a long history of having a lot of fun. I have been a singer, a comedian, a sexual assault victim's advocate working as a volunteer for police and hospitals. I've been married for 42 years to the same amazing woman. I have raised children and grandchildren...by all appearances I have had a great life. And yet, I keep trying to kill myself. Doctors see my humor and my ability to converse and laugh and enjoy their company and they assume I'm having a great life. But if I'm having such a great life then why am I constantly trying to kill myself?
Because, it's been my experience, that my trauma is relentless. Yesterday as I was talking to some friends about how difficult it is for me to accept the severity of the damage that was done during childhood when my brain was still malleable, I realized...for the first time ever...that every suicide attempt in my history came as I was feeling abandoned by family, friends, and peers. Whenever I don't feel abandoned, I am a comedian and a singer and a community volunteer. But as soon as someone betrays me, or leaves me, or if for any reason I suddenly feel alone...bam! Trauma comes back with a vengeance, and I realize my cure was temporary.
I truly am better now than ever before, but I've gained about 5 years of growth in 45 years. It's taken me 45 years to feel like I'm just 5 years better. I'm a slow learner, but i'm a learner. My therapist is 13 years older than me. He's 78. He says he'll never retire because he loves his patients and loves his work, so why would he retire from it? (NOTE: the CBT I had before him, CBT#6, used to stop me at 50 minutes and if I didn't stop talking, he'd put up a blocking hand and say, "I work for money. Your time is up for today". Big difference: One therapist loves his money, and the other loves his patients. Guess which one is making progress with me). I So my plan is to keep seeing him until death do us part because I've proven to myself that being cured is not in the cards, but being made better is. Progress, not perfection. As long as I'm making progress, I continue to see therapists.
I was glad to read in your original note that you are open to returning to therapy in the future. To me, that's a wise sentiment. If you are done with this therapist, then that's good, as long as you remain ready to begin therapy again if you need it. I did it many times. It gave me the chance to try out 6 losers before I found a winner. Thank goodness I always remained open to start therapy again if/when I might need it.
For me, now the things that have finally moved me from the repeating cycle of starting and stopping therapy, are: IFS therapy, EMDR, Ketamine Infusions, and one single event with MDMA. These things, along with the books I've started reading are making the most progress of my entire life. I will continue to see my therapist until one of us dies of old age. And I'll continue reading these amazing books that are adding a spiritual component to the physical issues. The authors that have been giving me this progress are: The Seat of the Soul by Dr. Gary Zukav, (With forwards from Oprah and Maya Angelou), Letting Go; The Pathway of Surrender, by Dr. David R. Hawkins, In an Unspoken Voice by Dr. Peter Levine, The Others Within Us, by Dr, Robert Falconer and Attuned by Dr. Thomas Hubl. All of these are therapists with no less than 40 years of experience giving trauma informed therapy. They understand trauma, how trauma rewired the brain, and how to move forward on the journey of progressive healing that we are all on. I may never be "cured" but I'll be a little closer to it every day as long as I keep following the path of healing.
I'm finally getting better, and yet I still have EF triggers, and I still have a need for a therapist. My therapist is a DBT. Dialectical Behavioral Therapist. Whereas CBT tries to stop you from dissociating, a DBT respects the dissociation and helps us manage it rather than try to push it away. Turns out, accepting myself and my quirks works better than trying to stop using the tools that have kept me alive for 65 years.
I'm rambling. Barely staying on topic. I'll stop here.
I'm glad to hear you are feeling better, and I'm also glad to read that you are wise and will continue to keep future therapy as an option any time it's needed.
I am 65 years old. I began therapy at age 20 after a two suicide attempts. That was 1980. Therapy back then was one step above leeches and electric shock. I saw my first therapist for 10 sessions when he told me we had completed it and I was cured. Two years later, another suicide attempt and I was in the office of a new therapist. I can repeat this story 6 times before I finally found the therapist I have now. I began seeing him in 2005 and have never stopped seeing him.
My first 6 therapists were not much more than just CBT's. Cognitive Behavior Therapists, which is not a style of therapy that understands lifelong trauma. I called them dog trainers. My 6th therapist openly called himself a "behavior modification therapist", meaning he could cure my broken heart by teaching me behavioral tricks. "Scream into a pillow and you'll be cured." "Snap a rubber band on your wrist whenever you think of suicide and you'll be cured." I didn't know any better, and the word "trauma" had never been uttered by any doctor or therapist ever. I had to assume I was just stupid and that's why I hated myself so bad.
I'm a people pleaser because I have CPTSD. Many of us trauma survivors are people pleasers. It's how we try to feel safe by being liked which is better than being bullied or damaged by not pleasing others. As a people pleaser, I would always do whatever my therapist wanted me to do, and when a therapist said I was cured, which 6 of them did every few years, I would honestly believe they were the smart ones and if they said I was cured, then I thanked them for curing me and left. I'm sure most of them still think I'm cured because I never called them back two years later to tell them I was worse than when they saw me.
My final observation was that CBTs had a bag of tricks they were taught to use and once they'd used them I'd feel better...temporarily. The duration of being cured tended to last for two years each time. Two years after being cured, 6 times, I'd end up worse than the time before because now I had proof that I was incurable. The more often therapy didn't cure me the worse I felt about myself and my incurable nature.
My 7th therapist is the first person alive to use the word "trauma". I couldn't figure out how I'd been traumatized, since I had never been to war nor in a plane crash. so how could I be traumatized? The term "Complex" PTSD hadn't been invented yet, so I had to figure out how a narcissistic family upbringing, and an abusive religion, and a few instances of CSA by trusted clergy when I was 7, could do to me what being shot at in a war did to people with far more catastrophic lives than mine. Doctors back then couldn't figure it out either. I'm sure more than 50% of all doctors world-wide still don't know that catastrophic trauma is different than choosing to be depressed because I don't snap a rubber band on my wrist whenever I feel mortal terror.
The moral of my story is that ONLY trauma-informed therapy works. And VERY few doctors understand that. Also, VERY few therapists understand that. And my ability to feel cured comes and goes.
This week, after 45 years of therapy, 20 of those with the right therapist, I still am floored from time to time when I realize the powerful grip trauma still has on me. I STILL struggle to believe that my childhood was as damaging as it was. I STILL struggle to believe that I'm as traumatized as I am.
I have a long history of having a lot of fun. I have been a singer, a comedian, a sexual assault victim's advocate working as a volunteer for police and hospitals. I've been married for 42 years to the same amazing woman. I have raised children and grandchildren...by all appearances I have had a great life. And yet, I keep trying to kill myself. Doctors see my humor and my ability to converse and laugh and enjoy their company and they assume I'm having a great life. But if I'm having such a great life then why am I constantly trying to kill myself?
Because, it's been my experience, that my trauma is relentless. Yesterday as I was talking to some friends about how difficult it is for me to accept the severity of the damage that was done during childhood when my brain was still malleable, I realized...for the first time ever...that every suicide attempt in my history came as I was feeling abandoned by family, friends, and peers. Whenever I don't feel abandoned, I am a comedian and a singer and a community volunteer. But as soon as someone betrays me, or leaves me, or if for any reason I suddenly feel alone...bam! Trauma comes back with a vengeance, and I realize my cure was temporary.
I truly am better now than ever before, but I've gained about 5 years of growth in 45 years. It's taken me 45 years to feel like I'm just 5 years better. I'm a slow learner, but i'm a learner. My therapist is 13 years older than me. He's 78. He says he'll never retire because he loves his patients and loves his work, so why would he retire from it? (NOTE: the CBT I had before him, CBT#6, used to stop me at 50 minutes and if I didn't stop talking, he'd put up a blocking hand and say, "I work for money. Your time is up for today". Big difference: One therapist loves his money, and the other loves his patients. Guess which one is making progress with me). I So my plan is to keep seeing him until death do us part because I've proven to myself that being cured is not in the cards, but being made better is. Progress, not perfection. As long as I'm making progress, I continue to see therapists.
I was glad to read in your original note that you are open to returning to therapy in the future. To me, that's a wise sentiment. If you are done with this therapist, then that's good, as long as you remain ready to begin therapy again if you need it. I did it many times. It gave me the chance to try out 6 losers before I found a winner. Thank goodness I always remained open to start therapy again if/when I might need it.
For me, now the things that have finally moved me from the repeating cycle of starting and stopping therapy, are: IFS therapy, EMDR, Ketamine Infusions, and one single event with MDMA. These things, along with the books I've started reading are making the most progress of my entire life. I will continue to see my therapist until one of us dies of old age. And I'll continue reading these amazing books that are adding a spiritual component to the physical issues. The authors that have been giving me this progress are: The Seat of the Soul by Dr. Gary Zukav, (With forwards from Oprah and Maya Angelou), Letting Go; The Pathway of Surrender, by Dr. David R. Hawkins, In an Unspoken Voice by Dr. Peter Levine, The Others Within Us, by Dr, Robert Falconer and Attuned by Dr. Thomas Hubl. All of these are therapists with no less than 40 years of experience giving trauma informed therapy. They understand trauma, how trauma rewired the brain, and how to move forward on the journey of progressive healing that we are all on. I may never be "cured" but I'll be a little closer to it every day as long as I keep following the path of healing.
I'm finally getting better, and yet I still have EF triggers, and I still have a need for a therapist. My therapist is a DBT. Dialectical Behavioral Therapist. Whereas CBT tries to stop you from dissociating, a DBT respects the dissociation and helps us manage it rather than try to push it away. Turns out, accepting myself and my quirks works better than trying to stop using the tools that have kept me alive for 65 years.
I'm rambling. Barely staying on topic. I'll stop here.
I'm glad to hear you are feeling better, and I'm also glad to read that you are wise and will continue to keep future therapy as an option any time it's needed.
#9
Recovery Journals / Re: starting over
Last post by sanmagic7 - Today at 12:18:56 PMvaccines, sick, worn out.
#10
Please Introduce Yourself Here / Re: Hello 👋🏼
Last post by NarcKiddo - Today at 11:15:19 AMHello, and welcome. I'm glad you found us. We have all ages here but quite a lot of more mature folks (I'm a tad younger than you but only by 4 years). I think this may be because we are only now finding out more about CPTSD and realising it is a normal response to abnormal treatment. Like you, I find that helpful to know. Your suggestion that we may be the canaries in the mine resonates with me.
I'm sorry you're struggling with immobility issues. That is hard for anyone, let alone someone with a trauma history. I'm also sorry that your current situation is reminiscent of your childhood. However it is really good that you have recognised the similarities because that should help you untangle trauma reactions in response.
I'm sorry you're struggling with immobility issues. That is hard for anyone, let alone someone with a trauma history. I'm also sorry that your current situation is reminiscent of your childhood. However it is really good that you have recognised the similarities because that should help you untangle trauma reactions in response.