/mental/ - Mental Health, Illnesses and Disorders

>>7317

I was diagnosed after I got mugged and beaten pretty badly. I lost the use of my leg for nearly a year, cracked ribs et cetera. My treatment didn't go so well, I have a hard time going out by myself. The nightmares are the worst though, and I run it over and over in my head to think what I could have done differently.

Previous to that incident I was already living with Depression, and Anxiety. I don't know what's harder really. I think the acceptance or understanding of PTSD is generally lacking, although more people are aware of what it is than a lot of illnesses.

I'm not currently being medicated for it, and I'm not certain at this point how much it affects my day-to-day life. My anxiety is a big factor, but it's hard to know what symptoms are caused by what.

Do you/did you get derealization as a result of your PTSD? Most of the time I can't go outside without it happening.

>>7320
>Do you/did you get derealization as a result of your PTSD?
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It feels kind of like I'm in a movie, or maybe watching a movie of myself, 24/7.
Does that make sense?
Perhaps there's a better way to describe it.

Have you found a good way to deal with derealization?

>>7488
There have been servicemembers who served in stressful environments who later developed PTSD issues–even though they were never physical danger per se. I've never actually met someone like that, but it seems legit.

Sounds like you have an interesting case.
What kind of symptoms do you have?

>>7317

I wish there was a cure.

Basically, my mother was more or less insane. Scitzophrenia, PTSD, substance abuse and what not.

I could deal with public humilations. I could deal with getting kicked in the stomach occasionally. I could deal with being hungry as hell. I could deal with being cold due to lack of winter clothing in December or January. I wasn't probably awfully bothered with witnessing my mother and her boyfriend fighting over a six-pack(of beer) in Christmas, even if I did have to wash the blood from walls and the floor afterwards. I didn't think much of it when mother said that I was the worst mistake of her life. I even found it funny that I was being chased by a knife
wielding mad-woman few years later.

I couldn't deal with couple of things though.

I couldn't deal with not getting enough sleep. It was awful when I had to go to school, try to get food from somewhere during the day, and when I sneaked back home, mother was playing music so loudly that I couldn't sleep. I probably could have gotten some sleep eventually, but mother kept ordering me to pour her more booze, make her coffee, make her food and what the fucking ever between 2300 and 0400 until she finally passed out on booze. I had to wake up at 0530, walk to school which usually started at 0800. This shit kept going for a three or four days and then I just kinda snapped if I remember correctly. I was then forced to eat some pills my mother gave me and then I was allowed to sleep.

But I couldn't deal with having my puppy beaten up infront of me. I can never forgive myself for being incapacitated with fear, when my puppy was chased into my room, dragged from undearneath my bed, and then being beaten up infront of me, in the middle of my room. Sure I tried to do something, but when she started hitting me with that aluminium pipe I just became paralyzed with fear.

It's been almost 7 years when that shit ended, but just last december I had to quit the work-training period when I had a panic attack. I thought this shit was over already. I mean, sure, I still occasionally have to re-live those same moments again but I more or less could just push those thoughts away by occupying myself with some task or something.

>>7548
>>7320

>derealization

I don't know really. I guess I sometimes get those. Sometimes I just realize that I don't get any emotional responses from meeting, or talking with people that I've known for years. Like, instead of being human, or someone I'm supposed to know, they're just machines making words. Like, you know, watching a TV I suppose. The one thing that more or less never fails to produce a emotional response are dogs.