What's it like to live with someone who has PTSD, when you also suffer from PTSD? A giant clusterfuck, that's what. This is my life.
The worst is when you run into the person who assaulted you. And worse still, when they try to tell you it didn’t happen that way and it’s all in your head.
I want to cry. And I probably will. Why? Because a friend of mine told me she’s hanging out with the person that took advantage of me while I was blacked out. My friend knows what happened, and I was at a loss for words when they said they really liked this person.
"I heard their side and they feel real bad about it." Like I care how that fucking shit feels. I just don’t even know what to do or say anymore.
Being on the other side of mental illness, specifically PTSD, provides some amazing insight and perspective.
Those who are healthy don’t typically comprehend how a war is battling inside one’s head.
I haven’t told a lot of people what happened, or about my diagnosis, but the majority of those…
It seems to me that whenever the issue of romantic relationships comes up in therapy and my generalized aversion to them, psychiatrists will always rather clumsily phrase it,
"Don’t you ever want to have sex again?"
Really? How many days of supervision did you miss to badly fumble that…
|Son:||I'm going to make a college to-do list.|
|Son:||I want to pants someone.|
|Mom:||How about a degree?|
|Son:||AFTER all the fun stuff.|
|Guess I know what my kiddo will be doing at 18 :||P|