Snout around door…….

The Bingergread Cottage

Poking my nose out of the door is sometimes the most difficult thing I can do, especially when I have had a scary experience and been hurt. A good example is a road where I was attacked as a child and down which I couldn’t walk for years. I would take a long detour to the shops to avoid the site.

Being Bipolar, often it is just too scary to try going out until I am back to my cheerful self. This is why I have been away from Facebook for a while. I am determined to come back as I have dear friends who are asking after me.

Unfortunately when I tried to get into my account, all the spiteful and unkind remarks popped up in the conversation box. I didn’t want to remember how horrible that person had been to me and no, I am not going to…

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Paramedics & PTSD: Oh? I had a bit of that once, I got over it…

I could have written this. It is everything I have experienced, only more than once I DID get out of the car and let my fear and panic, appearing to most as anger and rage, almost get me into very serious trouble.

Walking In My Shoes

I really hate ptsd. Had a pretty bad, very public panic attack yesterday that drew a small crowd. I thank God no one approached or called 911, they just stared at me hyperventilating and screaming in the car. For ten whole minutes at least four random people stopped and stared at me!

When I was finally able to slow my breathing down I overheard one woman on her phone (talking the whole time she was staring) say, “Yeah, having a total panic attack, remember how *muffled*…yeah, no she looks better now..*laughs*” So glad it was entertaining for you all.

I haven’t been triggered that bad in a long time. The residual numbness and brain fog lasted over an hour. I barely slept last night, still jumpy, my muscles are still tightened, my brain still feels threatened.

All because some random idiot Dr decided it was his place to come over…

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Rix Rocket, The Rescue Dog

Anyone with post-traumatic stress disorder knows in both an intellectually abstract and a very tangible real-world way what its effects are. We know their fancy clinical names and, more intimately, the way they affect us personally, our bodies, our sense of self-worth and well-being, and the lives of those closest to us. Cool your boots, … Continue reading Rix Rocket, The Rescue Dog