It’s funny how everyone has their little secret, the one thing they can only tell 1,2, or no people. Mine is not even the worst fact about me…
I can tell someone I’m depressed, anxious, and bipolar, but I can never tell any of my friends I’m suffering from PTSD.
I’m a 17 year old girl- not exactly the typical age to develop PTSD, but I have. On August 19th, 2012, a man came into my job and robbed me at knife point. I can see that knife in my mind, the picture is so specifically embedded into my mind. The robbery was very low key, and I didn’t realize until later I was in legitimate trouble. The robber had gotten violent in other robberies, so I wonder why he did not do the same to me. 90% of days I think of these moments in my life at least once.
I use to be so distraught about this, but I have gotten better & become stronger. With that said, there are days I can not get out of bed, or I fear for my life this series of events will happen again. It’s almost been a year and I’ve come to the realization I have PTSD..
I hope this encourages you to tell your friends about your secret. Trust is key. If you ever need someone to tell, come to me. <3
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One day at a time I also have PTSD if you feel like you are on the verge of a attack flashbacks and what not you should find a safe place as soon as possible also talking to someone that you trust helps tremendously sometimes that is easier said then done though hope it all works out for you and that you overcome the traumatic event that happened to you
@negativecreep21 thank you, so much.
I have all those issues except my PTSD came from a sexual attack when I was 12.
@libbycolborn I am here for you, whenever you need it. I understand how much PTSD sucks
I’m 22, when I was 19 I was also robbed at knife point while at work, so in a sense I know how it feels but we all handle things like that differently.
@theforgottenfew if u don’t mind me asking, how did u handle it??
Well…while it was happening I froze, I was too afraid to do anything and it wasn’t a life flashing before my eyes scenario it was just this immense moment of paralyzing panic. After the robber left the store, I fell apart. I cried I blubbered I screamed I cussed and I wanted to run home to my mommy. But in the time since even though that will always be a traumatic moment from my life I know that I AM still here, I wasn’t killed or hurt, and in the grand scheme of things despite everything else that was all that mattered.
When I was 13 I was held at gunpoint for being in the wrong place at the wrong time I guess you could say.