So, as some of you may know from rummaging through my year or so of posting here...I have depression caused by PTSD. What I am sure most of you don't know is how bad it is.
I have what is termed, loosely (since it doesn't have a DSM listing as it is rare) multi-episodic PTSD. Essentially, I wasn't seriously traumatized once or even twice...but around 3 times give or take one. This started when I was seven, my neighbor was stabbed 17 times as I watched and the stabber escaped. He was hiding somewhere in our neighborhood for 2 weeks, and in those two weeks I cried myself to sleep sure he would sneak in and murder me and my family. This continued past the 2 weeks since my parents never told me he was caught, thinking wrongly that I was a child and it was better to just let me forget. I never ever did, even at 25 I cannot sleep with the lights off unless HBB is next to me. Quite a few other horrible things happened, numbering in the double digits but only 2 others made the PTSD guideline of "Felt life was in imminent danger". I won't get into them since they are deeply personal and hard to speak about.
That said, my PTSD has caused me to have dysthymia (essentially depression that never ever goes away) and has made my life hell. I am 25 and can honestly say I have never been normal, had normal friendships or even relationships. I have never been more then one more traumatizing event away from suicide my ENTIRE life. Essentially I go through life like someone who doesn't get the joke. Everyone else is happy, has friends, sleeps 8 hours not 12, leaves the house for more than shopping and work and just in general seems to be in on something I do not, and cannot 'get'. It is no life for anyone, it is miserable, so it sometimes makes me cling to the small things in life that make me deliriously happy. HBB is that for me, just talking to him everyday makes my miserable life bareable, even sometimes blissful. So yes when we fight I have the normal human female response of "Hrmph! I deserve better than how he treats me!" and I want to/act like I am going to leave...and then I remember that without him I have nothing but days and day of monotonous misery with no happiness to break it up. So I stay with him, I hold on because he is the only thing that makes me happy.
This leads to the end topic. I am going to be having ECT A.K.A Electro shock therapy. There is a 100% chance I will have memory loss, however we do not know how much. I could lose a week, a month or years. I could completely forget HBB and our relationship, I could wake up thinking it is 2011 and still miserable living with my hell of an ex. Worse part of that would be forgetting HBB and forgetting that my 2 beloved babies Pooka and Cricketa were dead. However there is also a 90% chance this will CURE me, completely and totally. Me and HBB discussed it and it is not even a question, the chance that I could be happy outweighs the risk of forgetting him in both our minds. It does not mean that I am not scared, that I worry that I will lose the one thing that makes me so happy I want to go around singing love songs at the top of my lungs. Before you ask "Have you tried less radical treatments?" I will let you know I have. I am super sensitive to drug side effects, and I become tolerant to meds very rapidly (meaning they stop working). My file is half a foot thick with medicines I have tried, retried and all the horrible side effects. I am overweight because of a med I was put on at puberty that forever damaged my metabolism. So we have exhausted all the medical approaches, the brand new newest of the new SSRI med I was put on 5 months ago has now stopped working as usual and I am back to being miserable. So me and my doctor decided ECT was a reasonable risk to take, since I could go back and retry some med I already took twice before and hope this time it doesn't make me shake uncontrollably or crave carbs like an italian on a diet, but I am tired of it all. Best case scenario with that is it works for 6 months until I become immune and we have to start over again.
So that is my novel. Insight into what is going on with me and HBB right now, and it sucks beyond the telling of it.
I have what is termed, loosely (since it doesn't have a DSM listing as it is rare) multi-episodic PTSD. Essentially, I wasn't seriously traumatized once or even twice...but around 3 times give or take one. This started when I was seven, my neighbor was stabbed 17 times as I watched and the stabber escaped. He was hiding somewhere in our neighborhood for 2 weeks, and in those two weeks I cried myself to sleep sure he would sneak in and murder me and my family. This continued past the 2 weeks since my parents never told me he was caught, thinking wrongly that I was a child and it was better to just let me forget. I never ever did, even at 25 I cannot sleep with the lights off unless HBB is next to me. Quite a few other horrible things happened, numbering in the double digits but only 2 others made the PTSD guideline of "Felt life was in imminent danger". I won't get into them since they are deeply personal and hard to speak about.
That said, my PTSD has caused me to have dysthymia (essentially depression that never ever goes away) and has made my life hell. I am 25 and can honestly say I have never been normal, had normal friendships or even relationships. I have never been more then one more traumatizing event away from suicide my ENTIRE life. Essentially I go through life like someone who doesn't get the joke. Everyone else is happy, has friends, sleeps 8 hours not 12, leaves the house for more than shopping and work and just in general seems to be in on something I do not, and cannot 'get'. It is no life for anyone, it is miserable, so it sometimes makes me cling to the small things in life that make me deliriously happy. HBB is that for me, just talking to him everyday makes my miserable life bareable, even sometimes blissful. So yes when we fight I have the normal human female response of "Hrmph! I deserve better than how he treats me!" and I want to/act like I am going to leave...and then I remember that without him I have nothing but days and day of monotonous misery with no happiness to break it up. So I stay with him, I hold on because he is the only thing that makes me happy.
This leads to the end topic. I am going to be having ECT A.K.A Electro shock therapy. There is a 100% chance I will have memory loss, however we do not know how much. I could lose a week, a month or years. I could completely forget HBB and our relationship, I could wake up thinking it is 2011 and still miserable living with my hell of an ex. Worse part of that would be forgetting HBB and forgetting that my 2 beloved babies Pooka and Cricketa were dead. However there is also a 90% chance this will CURE me, completely and totally. Me and HBB discussed it and it is not even a question, the chance that I could be happy outweighs the risk of forgetting him in both our minds. It does not mean that I am not scared, that I worry that I will lose the one thing that makes me so happy I want to go around singing love songs at the top of my lungs. Before you ask "Have you tried less radical treatments?" I will let you know I have. I am super sensitive to drug side effects, and I become tolerant to meds very rapidly (meaning they stop working). My file is half a foot thick with medicines I have tried, retried and all the horrible side effects. I am overweight because of a med I was put on at puberty that forever damaged my metabolism. So we have exhausted all the medical approaches, the brand new newest of the new SSRI med I was put on 5 months ago has now stopped working as usual and I am back to being miserable. So me and my doctor decided ECT was a reasonable risk to take, since I could go back and retry some med I already took twice before and hope this time it doesn't make me shake uncontrollably or crave carbs like an italian on a diet, but I am tired of it all. Best case scenario with that is it works for 6 months until I become immune and we have to start over again.
So that is my novel. Insight into what is going on with me and HBB right now, and it sucks beyond the telling of it.
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