WARNING: This May Trigger You.
This amazing post about PTSD is very long and has a lot of "meat" in it. I found myself agreeing (sadly, almost) to all of it. Some poignant quotes below, some things I have felt but have not had the words to express.
She is a fellow survivor with the voice that I do not have.
I don’t want people to see me or hear me this way and I don’t want to
have to fake that this is not how I’m feeling. (I can fake it pretty
good, by the way, it’s just exhausting to do so.) How would I explain
“I’m having a bad day because of the ghosts of the past?”
I have a problem with “auto-insubordination,” while it’s happening, in
that I just don’t listen to my own self telling me what to do. I give
myself responsible directions and I don’t take them. I don’t take care
of myself when I feel like this. (I figure this part of the emotional
flashback might be about somehow “recreating” the conditions I lived in
as a kid) If I can, I stay home in pajamas, don’t brush my teeth, don’t
make myself breakfast or lunch. If I can’t, I go where I have to go. I
watch the clock. I waste the day. I can’t concentrate on tasks. I
accomplish little. I don’t feel hungry. I just get a headache from not
eating and then go eat something with carbs or dairy in it, preferably
both.
Out of a cult and towards reality
Welcome!
Aliases become me.
I am DoaHF, and Jennifer, and a couple other names.
This was once the Defrauded Daughters blog, but the name and url had to be changed because my parents found it and were reading and using it against me.
Read, comment, and leave thinking.
I am honored you came to visit.
I am DoaHF, and Jennifer, and a couple other names.
This was once the Defrauded Daughters blog, but the name and url had to be changed because my parents found it and were reading and using it against me.
Read, comment, and leave thinking.
I am honored you came to visit.
February 27, 2013
Link to a post about PTSD
Labels:
abuse,
altercations,
crying,
depression,
family,
fear,
memories,
PTSD,
rejection,
shame
February 24, 2013
Anew
I am on the edge of accepting a job.
I found a really awesome Customer Service position at an Emergency Veterinary hospital.
It is very interesting because I would not only be answering phone lines and taking payments, but I would be admitting patients and checking them out like in a hospital. And, not any kind of patients, but animals. Dogs and Cats whom I love.
I spent 4 hours there yesterday seeing a cat being euthanized because it had fluid in its lungs and wasnt able to breathe on its own any more. I saw an old hound dog with a protrusion out its side bleeding on the floor, biting its owner who tired to wipe the hole. I saw owners in tears and owners happily reunited with their pets after being assured that they had stopped having seizures.
I loved it, and I know I would thrive there.
I am just all torn up inside about actually taking a job and going out on my own like this.
I initially accepted my first ever job out of sheer necessity: They were the only ones to actually want to hire me.
I have never had to make the decision on my own to move forward or not based on my wants.
It is overwhelming, and upsetting, and exhilarating, and mind-bending, and scary, and wonderful, and a new step for me, and a giant cliff that I have just decided to jump off.
Who knows?!?!
Maybe I'll get my Associate in Business Administration and then become a Certified Veterinary Technician like I wanted to be as a little girl. Maybe, could be.... anything.
Its all an open door to me.
And that is life anew.
I found a really awesome Customer Service position at an Emergency Veterinary hospital.
It is very interesting because I would not only be answering phone lines and taking payments, but I would be admitting patients and checking them out like in a hospital. And, not any kind of patients, but animals. Dogs and Cats whom I love.
I spent 4 hours there yesterday seeing a cat being euthanized because it had fluid in its lungs and wasnt able to breathe on its own any more. I saw an old hound dog with a protrusion out its side bleeding on the floor, biting its owner who tired to wipe the hole. I saw owners in tears and owners happily reunited with their pets after being assured that they had stopped having seizures.
I loved it, and I know I would thrive there.
I am just all torn up inside about actually taking a job and going out on my own like this.
I initially accepted my first ever job out of sheer necessity: They were the only ones to actually want to hire me.
I have never had to make the decision on my own to move forward or not based on my wants.
It is overwhelming, and upsetting, and exhilarating, and mind-bending, and scary, and wonderful, and a new step for me, and a giant cliff that I have just decided to jump off.
Who knows?!?!
Maybe I'll get my Associate in Business Administration and then become a Certified Veterinary Technician like I wanted to be as a little girl. Maybe, could be.... anything.
Its all an open door to me.
And that is life anew.
Labels:
fear,
hope,
individuality,
work
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