Question:
> Rob Parker wrote: > >A war zone like Rhodesia/Zimbabwe? > >Rob
I did not see the above whole message but saw this in susan01’s post. All war zones Rob – I was born into a war for independence and then lived in a brutal violent and alcoholic household in another country and in between those times memories of attempted murder and sexual abuse are returning to me in a form of reliving. As I write this I can feel the fear across my collarbones. The war zone in my head and heart of trying to live my life, be loving and loved, have a fulfilling and nurturing experience of my existence and deal effectively today with the legacy of dimly remembered events (until now) without substance abuse is also a fight but one that holds a brighter and better hope of future than I have had before. I am determined that I will do that no matter the pain I am in because I have a right to having my life back. Sorry if this does not make much sense- in these moments my language seems to go. Thank you Susan for what you wrote. Warmth and good wishes, Dragonfly susa…@pop.service.ohio-state.edu wrote in article <susan01-2604972253070…@ts17-3.homenet.ohio-state.edu>… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> >"dragonfly" wrote: > >. I am not a Vet but I have lived in war zones of both a > >>physical and emotional nature – <<<<<snip>>>>>>> > Well, Rob this kind of war stays inside our head, body, even the soul, > long after the trauma. SNIP….. > couldn’t tell….and it still goes on, I still hear the tapes of their > putdown, I still feel the hands on my body and the manipulation that > was used to get me into that position. > There is a war zone in my head also, between believing what I was told > and believing that I may just be worth anything.
Response:
Hi Newsgroup I just can’t believe that I have found this place – recent contact on the offchance has produced a possible diagnosis of PTSD and a flood of support from my friends. I am not a Vet but I have lived in war zones of both a physical and emotional nature – this has started to ooze out of my pores. In London this was so foreign to my doctors that I have been sent to School of Tropical Medicine for malaria and dengue fever testing, possible early menopause, broken my very precious relationship, other noxious and frightening medical possibilities and at best thinking I am having a nervous breakdown. The trigger for me allowed me at least access to a layperson who suggested this might be the case, pursued my doctor for a reference and I now have an appointment at a clinic NHS in London. There are two clinics there apparently. One at the Maudsley Hospital and one in Charlotte Street. Good luck to all of us Edda – please someone tell me that this will pass and that there is a life possible without it!! Love and what you need to all Dragonfly EddaB <ed…@aol.com> wrote in article <19970420081600.EAA11…@ladder01.news.aol.com>… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> PART OF MY TRAUMA IS THAT I CANT ASK FOR HELP. AFTER THE MAIN EVENT I WAS > JUST DISBELIEVED AND PISSED ON BY THE MEDICAL > PROFESSION. THEN I WAS SIPHONED OFF INTO THERAPY FOR YEARS > WHICH MEANT YEARS OF BLAMING MYSELF. I WANT TO GO TO A DOCTOR AND GET > DRUG TREATMENT TO CONTROL PTSD SYMPTOMS BUT I AM SCARED OF THE SAME THING > HAPPENING. I REALIZE THAT MY RESPONSE TO THAT HAS BECOME PART OF THE > TRAUMA. > HOWEVER, TO BE REALISTIC, DO I HAVE ANY CHANCE OF GETTING A PSYCHIATRIST > WHO KNOWS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AND CAN DO ANYTHING TO HELP ME, OR > SHOULD I ACCEPT THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO POINT IN ASKING FOR HELP FROM > PEOPLE WHO KNOW LESS THAN YOU DO.
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