Personal Experience: C-PTSD
I wanna talk about a series of issues/symptoms that can arise from C-PTSD, at least how I’ve experienced it. Essentially, childhood surgeries, assaults, etc. that I don’t feel like mentioning. It’s hard to articulate as it’s really all connected so sorry if this feels disjointed or confusing.
When I was 15, I stopped sleeping entirely, only sleeping when my body would crash (usually for no longer than an hour and in classes). It was an escape method I admit but I didn’t choose it. Figured the traumatizing stuff couldn’t affect me if I wasn’t awake to experience it (what a mistake that was, esp considering the surgery issue). Over several years have passed and it’s worse. I get so worked up when set off sometimes that I stay awake up to 72 hours, just trying to handle the buzzing and constantly looking over my shoulder. I now have hypersomnia, usually showing itself after intense sleep deprivation. We’ve discovered that when I’m set off, I just can’t stop going no matter how exhausted I am. Occasionally, I can’t stay awake longer than 6 hours. It really depends on what sets me off that time. We’ve collectively agreed that there’s nothing really to be done about it at this point (if something was going to work, it would’ve by now) so I don’t really expect to hold a job again. My nightmares are usually pretty bad and I’ve more than a few times slammed my partner into a wall in my sleep. We both have PTSD so things admittedly get difficult. One wrong move, either of us are gonna be messed up for a bit. Lovely guilt issues too since neither of us have great memory.
I found myself, during the last few years, hiding in the garage habitually to avoid noises in the home, drinking and smoking for hours. Or I found people willing to get plastered with me in places I could control so I wouldn’t have to think about what I was feeling. Honestly it felt like I was going to shatter if someone so much as looked at me wrong.
The thing is, I got to this point of self-medication because of medical trauma. I can’t walk into a medical building, especially if it has that smell, without panicking. I got asked to do a rather invasive test recently and I burst into tears and cold sweats, scratching my arms as hard as I could. Didn’t do it. I still get calls about a blood test I was asked to do in 2013. I see blood donation signs, the little bandages, and it takes everything I’ve got not to vomit. I really really detest blood drives. Eventually, I got fed up trying to fight doctors about specific treatments. They found me difficult to work with because I have a tendency to vanish if asked to do anything invasive or needle based. Everyone around me treats me like I’m being childish.
So I smoke and I drink. Keeps the nerves at bay, allows me (somewhat) to sleep. Also manages to keep the rage outbursts I’m prone to tightly locked up. At this point, I’m well aware where it’s coming from and what I need to do with it, it is just a matter of actually feeling it. And not exercising it away, which was my childhood coping mechanism. I recently moved into my own place so things aren’t as bad now. A solid chunk of triggers are gone simply by changing environment and people in my living space. I still heavily smoke but drinking I’ve lessened for my own good. I never wanted to be like this but if it keeps the pain out of my arm and it can turn off that constant over-analyzing and hypervigilance, then I’m gonna do it. Admittedly, I’ve only been aware of my trauma for about 3 years so I’m having quite the delayed response to it. I like to think I’m starting to heal but bad days happen.
Shrink’s note: Thank you for sharing your personal experiences.