Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

Well… I didn’t think this was going to happen.

I sometimes talk about the grief I have from going no contact from almost everyone from my pastz I had a very wide circle, and unhealthy best friends and toxic family members, surviving dv and homelessness- it just didn’t work that I felt comfortable knowing what I ended up knowing later. Specifically it has been hard to not be an aunt. I went no contact with my sister who was my first abuser. It was while the children were minors. I didn’t know what would happen but my sister was making my cptsd harder to manage after it being triggered by dv. I can feel it in my nervous system when “vibes are off”- someone please tell me this isn’t in my mind because the logical side of me is like- what do you mean???
Anyways very tangential- so my niece got mad at me when I was displaced to Cleveland for an unknown period of time and didn’t tell her. Now at that period of time I was no contact with my sister and really weird contact with other family members, I was still unhoused planning to go back to Dayton- and didn’t want that information passed along. I understood her point and told her that it wasn’t a conversation I could have (or something) and I am so so so sorry. I validated her feelings.
So yesterday I got a message from my niece on IG. She had unfollowed me- I refused to block her. She is still young and hasn’t done anything out of the range of normal for her development and knowledge of the situation. I am so happy! Although I was very sad that she grew tired of my sister’s abuse. I am not sure she knows that’s what it is yet. She moved out and lives with her boyfriend. She is over 2 hours away and I remember that liberty when I moved further from reach of my family. She told me she is “no contact” with everyone but my mom and my mom’s husband. I don’t know what she had heard about me, or what she believes about me. My sister’s abuse became worse when I became disabled even though we live hundred of miles apart and never asked her for anything.
I am worried about my niece though. She seems lonely. I hope when she starts working she gets some social time. I’m trying not to be the overexcited aunt who fell out of the family- but here I am.
#Agoraphobia #PanicDisorder #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #ADHD #ChronicVestibularMigraine #Migraine #AutonomicDysfunction #PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome

Hello, 27 year old woman here living with complex PTSD from long-term trauma, and lately healing has felt really heavy. Even though I’m in therapy, I often feel more raw and alone than ever, like the more I try to get better, the more isolated I become.

I grew up in Philly in an environment that made me feel like I always had to be on guard. I was hurt a lot when I was young, especially physically, and it left me afraid of people in general for a long time. I’m slowly working through that, but connection is still really hard for me. I’m swallowing the fact that the people I’ve known only loved me when I didn’t love myself.

I joined this forum because I want to start gently reaching out, even if it’s just a little at a time. I don’t want to feel so alone anymore. If you’ve felt any of this too, I’d really like to hear from you. I tried to fine tune this post as my general bad experiences will definitely be triggering for those with c-ptsd/processing any form of trauma. I also tried going on Reddit to no avail. But it taught me about mindfulness in posting. It’s just hard to get across to others that I nitpick myself to the bone so I’d much rather suffer in my own pain than to chance potentially upsetting someone else in the attempt to get help for myself.

I hope to post more and open up more as I integrate through this platform.

#CPTSD
#TraumaRecovery
#Agoraphobia
#MentalHealth
#Anxiety
#Depression

Hello, 27 year old woman here living with complex PTSD from long-term trauma, and lately healing has felt really heavy. Even though I’m in therapy, I often feel more raw and alone than ever, like the more I try to get better, the more isolated I become.

I grew up in Philly in an environment that made me feel like I always had to be on guard. I was hurt a lot when I was young, especially physically, and it left me afraid of people in general for a long time. I’m slowly working through that, but connection is still really hard for me. I’m swallowing the fact that the people I’ve known only loved me when I didn’t love myself.

I joined this forum because I want to start gently reaching out, even if it’s just a little at a time. I don’t want to feel so alone anymore. If you’ve felt any of this too, I’d really like to hear from you. I tried to fine tune this post as my general bad experiences will definitely be triggering for those with c-ptsd/processing any form of trauma. I also tried going on Reddit to no avail. But it taught me about mindfulness in posting. It’s just hard to get across to others that I nitpick myself to the bone so I’d much rather suffer in my own pain than to chance potentially upsetting someone else in the attempt to get help for myself.

I hope to post more and open up more as I integrate through this platform.

#CPTSD
#TraumaRecovery
#Agoraphobia
#MentalHealth
#Anxiety
#Depression

We measure our recovery not only in functionality, but in time and distance. Every mile between Now and Then is precious, every passing calendar page a victory.

Distance, both geographical and temporal, brought deliverance. Measuring the time between major events in our life helps anchor us within our personal timeline, into how far we've come, and how long we've been here.

Our survival is surpassing its source, and our success is outlasting all our prior nightmares. What once felt impossible and impassable is now just pages in an old journal stashed in a storage trunk.

#ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #DissociativeIdentityDisorder #Trauma

I'm in therapy with an amazing therapist and she recommended a book that I am actually terrified of, but that is only because every time I read a chapter, I remember something new. I am 47yo and finally remembering details to a 6month long ongoing SA that happened when I was 5. I hadn't even remembered it happened to me until I was 17, no facts. Just night terrors that tore my mattress off the bed and woke my house with my screaming. I'd wake up with no memory of what I dremt. 30 years later, I still have night terrors I don't remember, but memories do remember when I reading this book. It's called The Courage to Heal and it has a work book as well.

I heartily recommend it for anyone healing from any kind of childhood abuse. It will make you cry, the big ugly sobs, that from a distance people can't tell if you're laughing or crying from your shoulders (my daughter couldn't). But it helps.

I am healing, finally, #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder

For me it is actually a blessing in disguise to just accept the reality of that #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder has shaped my core beliefs from as early as being in the womb.

I have not posted in over a year. I was first