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A_Tech PTSD for Medical and First Responders
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Hi, Well obviously this my situation. I was hoping to find others here that might have a similar background to chat with, it can be so hard to talk about this stuff with non-med people (and I mean no disrespect, it's just often graffic or upsetting t... View more

Hi, Well obviously this my situation. I was hoping to find others here that might have a similar background to chat with, it can be so hard to talk about this stuff with non-med people (and I mean no disrespect, it's just often graffic or upsetting to others). Im a 40 year old female that has spent the last 10years in the State Trauma Hospital as an Anaesthetic Technician. My PTSD was brought about after years of exposure to shocking traumas, deaths, and no support from management. I would love to hear from anyone that has a similar story, or just wants to chat. Cheers

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veronica20 Afraid of closeness with my therapist
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I have been going to therapy since early this year 2026. My therapist is extremely kind and compassionate and smart. Almost every session (2-3 weeks apart) leaves me exhausted but also changed. History of childhood emotional neglect. I am afraid of t... View more

I have been going to therapy since early this year 2026. My therapist is extremely kind and compassionate and smart. Almost every session (2-3 weeks apart) leaves me exhausted but also changed. History of childhood emotional neglect. I am afraid of the closeness that is developing as I foresee immense grief when this stops. Does anyone have thoughts on how to manage this?

Lanzy Starting a New JOB & My (Traumatic) Life is Catching Up With Me
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Starting a new job is bringing up memories of my previous breakdownHi everyone, I’m in my mid-40s and have recently started working again after being unemployed for about four years. The job itself has been okay so far, and part of me is pleased to b... View more

Starting a new job is bringing up memories of my previous breakdownHi everyone, I’m in my mid-40s and have recently started working again after being unemployed for about four years. The job itself has been okay so far, and part of me is pleased to be working again. However, starting this job has brought up a lot of difficult thoughts and emotions that I wasn’t expecting. The last time I worked in customer service, I experienced a major breakdown. I gradually lost the ability to work full-time, could no longer afford my mortgage, and eventually lost my house. I think returning to the same type of work may be reminding me of that period, even though nothing particularly bad has happened in the new workplace.I have also been looking back at the amount of difficult material I have carried throughout my life. I was born with severe eyesight problems and two rare genetic conditions. One prevents my body from producing testosterone properly, which affected puberty and led to years of bullying and shame about my body. The other causes repeated basal cell carcinomas. I have had roughly 20 to 30 removed, many from my face. I have experienced sexual boundary violations, domestic violence, serious relationship difficulties, and years of feeling ashamed about my body and sexual functioning. My first romantic partner was experienced schizophrenia, it was undiagnosed and at the time I did not understand that what she believed was caused by psychosis. I thought it was really happening. It was a lot to process. We broke up after 3 years.. My sister also developed schizophrenia during this time from possible trauma and drug use while overseas and struggled with it for many years. She died in a car accident during a relapse a few years ago. I have experienced several other major losses in my family. My stepfather died suddenly from cancer in 2002. My biological father died in 2006 after my sister found him critically unwell at his house. He had apparently suffered a massive heart attack and later died in hospital from severe sepsis or septicaemia. Alcohol abuse had also badly affected his health, although the exact sequence of what happened was never completely clear to u My brother-in-law is now seriously ill and may be dying from a severe form of non-tuberculous mycobacterial disease. I am worried about him, the effect on the family, and what the future may look like for the younger family members, particularly my nephews. This is an ongoing source of stress rather than something that is safely in the past. I was also badly assaulted while trying to protect my mother from an abusive partner. I had recently undergone facial surgery, and the assault reopened my stitches and left me with a permanent scar. Later, the breakdown that affected my work happened around the end of a long-distance relationship. I had saved for years to visit the person overseas, but the relationship ended painfully soon afterwards. It felt as though my relationship, career, financial stability and home all disappeared around the same period. For most of my life, I have dealt with difficult experiences by being pragmatic. I have told myself that other people have it worse and that I should simply endure things and keep moving. I was also raised to believe that I needed to be tough. I am beginning to wonder whether I have minimised the effect all of this has had on me. I am not asking anyone to diagnose me. I am trying to understand why starting work again has caused so many old memories and emotions to surface, particularly when the new job itself has not been bad. I suspect that returning to customer service is reminding me of the period when I previously broke down, while the current situation with my brother-in-law is adding another layer of grief and uncertainty. Has anyone else found that returning to work, or returning to a similar type of workplace, brought back feelings associated with a previous breakdown? How did you separate understandable anxiety and old memories from signs that you were genuinely becoming unwell again? I would also appreciate hearing how others learned to acknowledge what they had been through without either minimising it or becoming overwhelmed by it. Thank you for reading.

Brokendad Wife left with little boy and never came home
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So me and my wife had an argument and she came home and said you paranoid c$%t and left. Next day my little boy was stressed so my friend took him to the movies. That afternoon he msged me and said he got picked up at the movies and I didn't see them... View more

So me and my wife had an argument and she came home and said you paranoid c$%t and left. Next day my little boy was stressed so my friend took him to the movies. That afternoon he msged me and said he got picked up at the movies and I didn't see them for weeks then she went to Perth with him saying her mum was sick. And they never came back. And then she put a avfo of me. That was t required saying she feared me. Which she knows I love them both so much and would never hurt them. Now she said she is never coming back and I cant deal with it all. Ive given up. What do I do. Im seeing a counsellor and psychologist and its not helping the actual outcome. Help me.pleaase

Destroyedlove Support for a sex addiction partner
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Hello, I recently discovered my husbands porn/sex addiction. It was a long 10 weeks of trickle truth before he admitted to paying for sex. we have been together 13 years and have 3 very young children with one on the way. Prior to this our marriage h... View more

Hello, I recently discovered my husbands porn/sex addiction. It was a long 10 weeks of trickle truth before he admitted to paying for sex. we have been together 13 years and have 3 very young children with one on the way. Prior to this our marriage has probably been in the best place it’s ever been, so this has come at such a complete shock and only 2 weeks after finding out I am pregnant. our marriage overall is great. We get along well, laugh, trust one another, have a good sex and consistant sex life. Honestly everything has been great. Yes some resentment in there from my end for feeling like I do everything but pay the bills. But I have started to shift that mindset of late and appreciate I don’t have the financial stress he carries. He has also expressed in the past and practically begged for more intimacy and feeling wanted. At the time I couldn’t see it from his view as we were always touchy, still had sex and gave compliments. I know now how damaging this is but at the time I was consumed and closed minded thinking it wasn’t a big deal. my world is absolutely shattered. I am in constant shock. I am shaking and spiraling and have intense rage. I feel like I am traumatising my kids. I can’t seem to put all this aside for them or this unborn baby. I have no clue where to turn too.I saw a psychologist last week but all she said was to learn to breath. My family are good but also not good at the same time. since the initial discovery of porn and sex work sites (no confession) my husband has quit porn, removed his trigger place to watch (showers AM), deleted social media. Is seeing a therapist and also addressed his anxiety/depression and agreed to take medication. He has been actively trying to show me he is working on this, but I I feel like for 10 weeks, everytime I got back up, I went digging and was knocked back down twenty times harder. I have no trust for this man. Every time he picks up his phone. Any time I drive past a massage parlor or see an attractive women, if he calls to check on me I feel it’s like actually calculated, if he says for me to go instead of him I feel it’s like he’s buying time alone. Everything he does now feels calculated. I don’t know how to explain this as I’ve never ever ever been this person.I want to trust him and make this work because our marriage has been great. I dont want to destroy something good and my children’s lives at the first sign of issues. But at what cost to my own sanity? I don’t even know how to look after myself and I’m still studying and trying to find the answers for him. I feel guilty leaving when it’s a health issue. Im trying desperately not to take it personal but that is just not possible. how do I get through this? There is so much support for the one that needs help but what about me? What about the partners? Online is so doom and gloom and any positive outcomes are so hard to come by.

white knight Abuse
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Do you feel abused by anyone? If so, why do you feel there's no escape, that you are permanently tied to that person? Have you sought help and how did that go?. R U OK? Remember, we are anonymous, you are safe here. I'd like you to chat here. To a la... View more

Do you feel abused by anyone? If so, why do you feel there's no escape, that you are permanently tied to that person? Have you sought help and how did that go?. R U OK? Remember, we are anonymous, you are safe here. I'd like you to chat here. To a lady stranger abused by her partner.RETURNING SHADOW There is a shadow of your life that follows you aroundLike every shadow here, they never make a soundAnd just as you want to leave that shadow makes you stayThen you return to life, just like any other day There are many that left their shadow behindTo seek freedom of love and life of a different kindTo be so bold and not be told, to be treated as a woman grownTo think for yourself, and make choices of your own Only then will your shadow relax and reappearWith thumbs up and no longer reason for any fearA sign will arrive that you fought for all the rights you should have hadSmiles from your shadow and no longer trace of feeling sad You'll blossom into that girl you used to beThe one that twirled her dress as if forever freeAnd the love will come to you as it does with effort moreJust like it does from the ocean to the shore As you grow older and watch your children danceYou'll smile away because- you fought for a second chanceAnd as you seek the sun that shadow reappearsTo give you that elusive smile and a thousand fewer tears.... TonyWK

Empathic Husbands porn addiction
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Ok, so I first came here when I needed help with my husband's depression but here I am a couple of months later and I am so traumatised and messed up in the head I don't know what to do. I knew he was alcohol addicted, I knew he was depressed but I d... View more

Ok, so I first came here when I needed help with my husband's depression but here I am a couple of months later and I am so traumatised and messed up in the head I don't know what to do. I knew he was alcohol addicted, I knew he was depressed but I didn't know he was popping prescription medicines or that he has a porn addiction too. During the course of talking to my husband and hammering him for answers I decided I would do the one thing I never imagined doing, I snooped. What I have discovered has left me in absolute ruins. In December last year over the course of 3 days he searched for and visited 52 kinky websites and signed up on 13 Kinky Dating sites. When confronted he of course denied it but I wasn't having any of it. To cut a very long story short I have discovered he is addicted to porn and has even watched it at home right under my nose. The nature of the porn has gotten worse and while I haven't actually viewed any of it judging by what he was searching for I can only imagine. My heart is shattered, my head severely messed, I cannot eat, cannot sleep due to nightmares, I have invasive thoughts - things pop into my head at any time and I'm really struggling to deal with it all. He has accepted he has a massive problem and wants to get whatever help he can. He is genuine in this and has begged me to stay and help him. The trouble is, who is going to help me? There seems to be so much out there for his addiction but all I can find is sites telling me how I'm feeling. I already know that! I need help to accept, move on and heal. I am so lost. I don't know who I am anymore, I don't know who he is anymore, I'm broken, sad, depressed and have been having crazy irrational thoughts. Is there any hope?

Jeshu7773 Trauma memories
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Trauma memories can be a real freak, at least they have been in my life. Below a poem about one of those memories to help me process the traumatic times i experienced the onset of schizophrenia in childhood. Where as a child i was told to go back to ... View more

Trauma memories can be a real freak, at least they have been in my life. Below a poem about one of those memories to help me process the traumatic times i experienced the onset of schizophrenia in childhood. Where as a child i was told to go back to bed for i did not have to scared of the devil but i was terrified by hallucinations and the onset of the voices.i can hear in my head. Still Climbing!There was a staircase oncethat felt far too long and high,too steep into the darkfor my small feet to undertake.Each quivering step,showering overpowering dread—no child should have to face alonesuch intensity, inescapable fear,terror too large to understand.So as a child I climbed,not because I was strong,or because I felt brave,but because I had no choice—though my legs felt like jelly.And for a long time,deep within,I believed:there was somethingvery wrongwith me being me.Many years have passed.The stairs never vanished,but their meaning changed.They appear nowin the feelings I live,as memories of my past,waves recalling,coming and going—the tides of my moods.But the child who climbsis no longer aloneinside those moments.The years now meet him—bringing the love and carethat were missed.There is space now.I can breathewithout being afraidof not being heard.There is a pause now,ground to stand on,instead of it being wipedfrom beneath my feet.This is reliefbreaking through.For now I know—a quiet knowing that is real:nothing was wrongwith me as a frightened child.To live the indescribableis somethingto be horrified by.So when I am overwhelmed,it is not a command,not a truth,not a sentence to follow.It does not control me.It is a wave of recallthat risesand falls againwithout taking me with it.The stairs remainpart of my story.But they no longer decidehow it ends.Not because I was flawed—but because now, with compassion,I can stand beside that little boyand call him my own.

Mudcakes I’m over this. What did I do?
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Um where do I start? This is a massive year for me, the IVO against my father ends in May. I Found disturbing and quite frankly fucked up things about his life now and who sees him as a hero and it is sickening. That will get worse, articles/blog pos... View more

Um where do I start? This is a massive year for me, the IVO against my father ends in May. I Found disturbing and quite frankly fucked up things about his life now and who sees him as a hero and it is sickening. That will get worse, articles/blog posts and social media posts, let alone his logo on the news. I have an amazing therapist and was through ndis well they were paying for it. They changed my plan suddenly to agency for stupid reasons and now they wont pay her. I probably need a mental health care plan for 10 sessions and if its fortnightly like normal will end in july just when more court shit will happen cause it will be a new ivo application under my new name and as an adult and he will contest it. Ndis also have not had my disabilities listed at all I found out for 5 years its something I dont even have and got my date of birth wrong. But I get punished at the worst possible time. I’m not okay, im numb and angry I cant form tears. My psychologist knows me and my trauma and I was just starting to feel a bit better, I caught the tram to my appointment after a year. I feel broken. I feel like im being punished.

mmMekitty Poems by mmMekitty *TW*
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Hello everyone, I’ve written poems with content which some people may find distressing to read. I write to express thoughts & feelings. Sometimes these are vivid. I welcome any response from anyone, whether comments or with poetry of your own. * Paci... View more

Hello everyone, I’ve written poems with content which some people may find distressing to read. I write to express thoughts & feelings. Sometimes these are vivid. I welcome any response from anyone, whether comments or with poetry of your own. * Pacific Shore Thinking too much. Now I'm in pain, All those memories come up again, Who can stop the memories, put them out? Who hears my whimpering effort to shout? "Go away! Get off of me! You're not the brother I want you to be!" I can understand, but Mommy, I can't ignore - you weren't there for me. Money can’t replace your protection. No money makes up for a lack of affection. Casting your ashes off a Pacific shore Won't bring us together, no, no more. [April 2022] * Shipwreck A shipwreck, Tossed about at sea, splintered boards, Rubbish & debris, A broken heart, A shattered me. [April 2022] mmMekitty

Aurora2015 Poetry to deal with PTSD triggers
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Hi, First time poster here. It's the eve of my birthday, I'm in lockdown, live alone and have had a week of being triggered for a multitude of reasons. Having been in therapy on and off for years, I am picking up more and more tools to help deal with... View more

Hi, First time poster here. It's the eve of my birthday, I'm in lockdown, live alone and have had a week of being triggered for a multitude of reasons. Having been in therapy on and off for years, I am picking up more and more tools to help deal with the dark moments and more often than not (these days) cope well and manage triggers as opposed to acting out on them. I don't consider my writing good, have no idea where the words came from, but it feels better verbally dribbling them on a page. Can anyone relate? HIDE The pain is there, beneath the surface; You blink and a crack shows; Quick! Hide it, make a joke, Don't falter! "You look sad" they'll say; Laugh it off, deflect, dismiss; Just don't let it show! You'll go home, alone. You'll cry, you'll break; The wound will bleed, the pain is there; You'll sob until you're numb; Then you'll sleep. Morning comes. You look in the mirror, the pain is there; It's in your eyes, on your face and in your general demeanor; Hide it! Make-up, humor, anything. Don't let them see! They won't understand. No-one does. They never have. They never will. You'll smile and crack a joke as you arrive at work; "You look happy" they'll say; You'll wink, crack another joke and get to work. You'll go home, alone. You'll cry, you'll break; The wound will bleed, the pain is there; You'll sob until you're numb; Then you'll sleep. Finite.