C-PTSD: Differentiating between Verbal and Emotional Abuse
If you actively avoid any sort of conflict, or if you’re extra sensitive to changes in another person’s mood, tone or facial expressions, or if you’re afraid of other …
PTSD and IEDs: Everything Changed After My First Deployment
PTSD was something I never thought I would have. I was social, went out to and hosted parties, and did all the normal outgoing things you would expect popular …
PTSD and Law Enforcement: I had a string of death following me around wherever I went
I got into Law Enforcement knowing that I would be one part of one of the few careers that will see, hear and touch things that no other person …
I am a Survivor of PTSD due to Sexual Abuse in the Roman Catholic Church
I am a survivor of PTSD due to clergy sexual abuse in the Roman Catholic Church. The authority of priests was sacrosanct, and my parents taught me to never …
PTSD Testimonial: She Can Still See His Black Eyes after He Mugged Her
I was diagnosed with PTSD at the ripe old age of sixteen. PTSD is one of the few mental illness that isn’t caused by genetics. Instead, its caused by …
C-PTSD: Dealing with an Abusive Catholic Parent
I’m a nearly 24-year-old woman, and I’m afraid to visit my dad. I will occasionally. But from the first moment the door is opened, we both put on masks …
PTSD: Amy Returned the Next Day to the Rape Scene and Had a Panic Attack
I was 14 years old and invited to one of my first parties. I didn’t have my driver’s license let alone my permit yet so I needed rides to …
A Police Officer’s PTSD Story: Her Baby Turned Blue and Wasn’t Breathing
I am 36 year old police officer. Please check your pre-dispositions about peace officers at the proverbial door. I am not just talking to you who may be feeling …
PTSD: Reflecting on Narcissistic Parents
When we are young, we are raised mostly in accordance to what we initially see as children. We observe our parents intently as they interact with the outside world, …
Her Reclusive and Raging Catholic Father Caused Her C-PTSD
One of my earliest memories is of my father and me play-wrestling in the living room of our house. I was about four years old, and I laughed happily …