lillylion
29-01-09, 12:28
Hi All,
feeling a bit lost today and have been looking for somewhere to outlet the things playing on my mind.
I was diagnosed with chronic post traumatic stress disorder in 2006. I went on holiday in 2003 with my family and on a night out had my drink spiked and was sexually assaulted in a public toilet. I didnt report it to the police as my memory was hazy and i didnt see the perpetrator. Due to physical damage such as bruising and loss of blood i saw my GP on return home who confirmed what i already knew. Id had my drink spiked with rohypnol. I refused treatment and wouldnt let anyone examine me.
After 3 years of torment i decided i had to do something. It had got to the point where id sit in the corner of a room until it was time for bed as i could see everything from that corner. I still felt i could be hurt, i remember on one of my usual days ringing my mum at work and asking her to come home. I couldnt decide whether it was safer to lock the doors or not. I felt that if i locked the door i could be locking someone in with me but if i left it open anyone could come in. To your average person this was completely absurd but to me so real. I picked up lots of little rituals starting with small things and then they became routine. Bedtime...it would take me upto 3 hours to even be ready to sleep. I would have to start by facing the door in bed, then turn after 10 minutes, and this continued for hours until i was exhausted.
I had cognitive behaviour therapy eventually in 2006. It took me a long time to see that i no longer had control of myself. Instead i was being controlled by my post traumatic stress disorder. On one of my sessions my therapist asked me a question 'how much longer will you let him have control?' i was completely baffled, then she explained something that completely changed everything for me. 'the man that sexually assaulted you has had complete control of you for 3 years, when will you beat him and take back the control?'
It suddenly clicked, the man who i had spent 3 years hating had complete control of me, id let him choose how my relationships would work out, what i would do in my day, what i would eat, where i would sit, whether i had a career or not and how i would treat my family.
My dad completely denied that the sexual assault had ever happened and my mum spent most days crying through fear that she had lost her daughter. After that therapy session things started to look up, i realised i was letting the scumbag win!
It was a long process but i did a degree as a learning disability nurse. Finally something i had to vent all my passion and frustration into...
I decided to move away from home ON MY OWN :D where i could make my own life and my own decisions and let my parents rebuild themselves. My family were so nervous for me. I moved to a place which i thought was great, and started a new job. Due to my sister i had a good understanding of how patient's families felt to have lost their child to something they had no control of. (look at the poem welcome to holland by emily pearl kingsley)
However all was not well, the place i started working at was full of people who found me and my confidence threatening. They have made the last 4 months of my life hell!
Unfortunately my post traumatic stress disorder symptoms are slowly taking back control. They were always there but i had worked out a way of managing them. Yesterday was terrible. I had to go to the post office so i persuaded myself to go into town. It was raining so i had my hood up. On my way home from the centre of town i heard footsteps behind me getting closer and closer to me. I thought someone was going to grab me, i screamed and jumped up against a wall. Not only did i scare myself but i frightened the life out of the middle aged man running to catch a train. Im smiling about it now because it sounds so stupid. That happened twice yesterday.
Today i have decided im safer sitting indoors where noone can scare me and i can scare noone. When does it stop? What will it take for me to banish the selfish person that caused all this? I think there is an answer. I think i have it but its lost somewhere, and who knows i may never find it but for the moment i need to take back the control.
feeling a bit lost today and have been looking for somewhere to outlet the things playing on my mind.
I was diagnosed with chronic post traumatic stress disorder in 2006. I went on holiday in 2003 with my family and on a night out had my drink spiked and was sexually assaulted in a public toilet. I didnt report it to the police as my memory was hazy and i didnt see the perpetrator. Due to physical damage such as bruising and loss of blood i saw my GP on return home who confirmed what i already knew. Id had my drink spiked with rohypnol. I refused treatment and wouldnt let anyone examine me.
After 3 years of torment i decided i had to do something. It had got to the point where id sit in the corner of a room until it was time for bed as i could see everything from that corner. I still felt i could be hurt, i remember on one of my usual days ringing my mum at work and asking her to come home. I couldnt decide whether it was safer to lock the doors or not. I felt that if i locked the door i could be locking someone in with me but if i left it open anyone could come in. To your average person this was completely absurd but to me so real. I picked up lots of little rituals starting with small things and then they became routine. Bedtime...it would take me upto 3 hours to even be ready to sleep. I would have to start by facing the door in bed, then turn after 10 minutes, and this continued for hours until i was exhausted.
I had cognitive behaviour therapy eventually in 2006. It took me a long time to see that i no longer had control of myself. Instead i was being controlled by my post traumatic stress disorder. On one of my sessions my therapist asked me a question 'how much longer will you let him have control?' i was completely baffled, then she explained something that completely changed everything for me. 'the man that sexually assaulted you has had complete control of you for 3 years, when will you beat him and take back the control?'
It suddenly clicked, the man who i had spent 3 years hating had complete control of me, id let him choose how my relationships would work out, what i would do in my day, what i would eat, where i would sit, whether i had a career or not and how i would treat my family.
My dad completely denied that the sexual assault had ever happened and my mum spent most days crying through fear that she had lost her daughter. After that therapy session things started to look up, i realised i was letting the scumbag win!
It was a long process but i did a degree as a learning disability nurse. Finally something i had to vent all my passion and frustration into...
I decided to move away from home ON MY OWN :D where i could make my own life and my own decisions and let my parents rebuild themselves. My family were so nervous for me. I moved to a place which i thought was great, and started a new job. Due to my sister i had a good understanding of how patient's families felt to have lost their child to something they had no control of. (look at the poem welcome to holland by emily pearl kingsley)
However all was not well, the place i started working at was full of people who found me and my confidence threatening. They have made the last 4 months of my life hell!
Unfortunately my post traumatic stress disorder symptoms are slowly taking back control. They were always there but i had worked out a way of managing them. Yesterday was terrible. I had to go to the post office so i persuaded myself to go into town. It was raining so i had my hood up. On my way home from the centre of town i heard footsteps behind me getting closer and closer to me. I thought someone was going to grab me, i screamed and jumped up against a wall. Not only did i scare myself but i frightened the life out of the middle aged man running to catch a train. Im smiling about it now because it sounds so stupid. That happened twice yesterday.
Today i have decided im safer sitting indoors where noone can scare me and i can scare noone. When does it stop? What will it take for me to banish the selfish person that caused all this? I think there is an answer. I think i have it but its lost somewhere, and who knows i may never find it but for the moment i need to take back the control.