goingonhope
25-10-2006, 01:56 AM
Last night was hard. Very, very hard. Found much time to read through dairy thread and while home alone, kids in bed, husb. out I simply got scared to death and later in need of talking.
There I was sitting, reading when before my eyes appar. my cats tail and hind was positioned such on the other side of wall (kitch./diningrm ) entr. that it looked just like a lrg, blk, design, ltr, cowboy boot belonging to my father. Looked as if he was lurking behind this wall. Very frightening.
Later as I cont. there was sudden, unexpl., loud, cont., rapping noise near my diningrm window. After sitting in fright for some min. I with knife in hand searched house. (And scared at the time that if anyone saw this through me many windows they’re going to be scared that I’ve gone mad.) Searching I found no one . App. this must have been cats scratching and banging tail or something. But, I didn’t know that then and still not sure WTF it was. Very frightening.
Later sit down to cont. read (thinking about sister/abuser and her family) and the phone rings. On the other end is some very calm man, sounded stoned, almost cert., at the time, it was sisters husband as voice and accent sounded just like him. Even though it did become app. he had wrong phone# he hest. and hung on phone too long. Real frightened. as I realiz. poss. he might be calling from cell phone on my front porch. I was terrified.
Fortun. I had someone to call and spoke w/ for one hr. But, honestly called him so that he might call police in an instant if need be as my fear was paralyzing me and I knew I’d be unable to call in time. The night did end much later with me falling asleep next to husb. once home.
Make matters worse, in add. got badly triggered last night in that my fear that others might view me as an abuser. I typed on about this and failed to post successfully; perhaps this was a gift. Do still want to talk about it today, as I found it very disturbing.
Here goes: (my attempt at being brief).
I stated in a post on Eagle3 intro. thread that my PTSD can onset sudd. and threaten families security. I was able to later somewhat clarify post as it perhaps could have been suggestive, to someone that didn’t know me, of something / anything other than reality.
Now I’ve got to say this. What I mean when I say threaten my families security is disrupt the peace by needing to talk and keeping husb. awake, when the guy needs his sleep. Or, becoming triggered by husb.’s way of thinking and comm. in such a way as for me to confuse past w/ present, ie. (he’s apt to beh. like my father did) and fear he’s a threat. If this were to occur, I only agitate him and we might argue, but most likely I would end up going off on my own, curling up and trying to think my way out of my exper. of fear to such a point I end up trapped in my mind frustrated all night until I take sedative to sleep.
Here’s the thing I am forever aware and protective of my kids and know absol. what I don’t want my kids to exper. (This list is enorm. and incl. such things as tone of voice used w/ or near them, no saying hate in any sent., no TV violence, poor values, or corrupt., swearing is simply not part of our family lives, no frightening childr., no planting even seeds of doubt of their reality in their mind, and on and on the list goes) and though I can be flexible as I simply don’t have control over everything, I am protecting my kids from any and every detrim. poss. Even if PTSD’d to the max I possess this ability to view the world through their little eyes and I protect and love them. If it means removing myself I do so. I am not an abuser and I’m not a numb skull. To hell with FOO, who would profoundly twist my reality and have me believe otherwise, so that they could be a victim and I would just non-exist and allow them to have their way with me, and the sisters I once loved. My 6’ 6”, husky, bull like man of a father was the abuser. It made a life-time impact when I at 2’ft.+ tall and my FOO lives were threatened by him while he bragged on about the capabil. of his butcher knives and weilding them while announc. that one of us just might die in the house tonight. This and all his other rages, along with my step-father and mom beating me down in almost every imag. way, routinely and chronic. and ruining our family did not leave me wanting to do the same. In fact, it left me scarred in such a way that I am hypersensitive to anything / anyone that might impact my children negatively. You see our children need us to protect them, no matter what condition we’re in. They don’t know or care, nor need to care, and none of our stuff., emotion, sh*# belongs to them. None of it. When I say threatening families security I mean any disruption, even the slightest and/or having to leave or remove myself from family and home because I temp. can be of no avail. or service because my PTSD for the time simply owns me. If I’m temp. unable to be phys. present I believe I am threatening my families security.
I don't know if I should be sorry for ranting or not. I certainly fear and expect to be judged, but that's just me. Ranting is simply not a pleasant thing to be subjected to. However, I will apoligize in advance for sharing my rather fearful and neg. side as all I truly want in life for all of us is Peace.
There I was sitting, reading when before my eyes appar. my cats tail and hind was positioned such on the other side of wall (kitch./diningrm ) entr. that it looked just like a lrg, blk, design, ltr, cowboy boot belonging to my father. Looked as if he was lurking behind this wall. Very frightening.
Later as I cont. there was sudden, unexpl., loud, cont., rapping noise near my diningrm window. After sitting in fright for some min. I with knife in hand searched house. (And scared at the time that if anyone saw this through me many windows they’re going to be scared that I’ve gone mad.) Searching I found no one . App. this must have been cats scratching and banging tail or something. But, I didn’t know that then and still not sure WTF it was. Very frightening.
Later sit down to cont. read (thinking about sister/abuser and her family) and the phone rings. On the other end is some very calm man, sounded stoned, almost cert., at the time, it was sisters husband as voice and accent sounded just like him. Even though it did become app. he had wrong phone# he hest. and hung on phone too long. Real frightened. as I realiz. poss. he might be calling from cell phone on my front porch. I was terrified.
Fortun. I had someone to call and spoke w/ for one hr. But, honestly called him so that he might call police in an instant if need be as my fear was paralyzing me and I knew I’d be unable to call in time. The night did end much later with me falling asleep next to husb. once home.
Make matters worse, in add. got badly triggered last night in that my fear that others might view me as an abuser. I typed on about this and failed to post successfully; perhaps this was a gift. Do still want to talk about it today, as I found it very disturbing.
Here goes: (my attempt at being brief).
I stated in a post on Eagle3 intro. thread that my PTSD can onset sudd. and threaten families security. I was able to later somewhat clarify post as it perhaps could have been suggestive, to someone that didn’t know me, of something / anything other than reality.
Now I’ve got to say this. What I mean when I say threaten my families security is disrupt the peace by needing to talk and keeping husb. awake, when the guy needs his sleep. Or, becoming triggered by husb.’s way of thinking and comm. in such a way as for me to confuse past w/ present, ie. (he’s apt to beh. like my father did) and fear he’s a threat. If this were to occur, I only agitate him and we might argue, but most likely I would end up going off on my own, curling up and trying to think my way out of my exper. of fear to such a point I end up trapped in my mind frustrated all night until I take sedative to sleep.
Here’s the thing I am forever aware and protective of my kids and know absol. what I don’t want my kids to exper. (This list is enorm. and incl. such things as tone of voice used w/ or near them, no saying hate in any sent., no TV violence, poor values, or corrupt., swearing is simply not part of our family lives, no frightening childr., no planting even seeds of doubt of their reality in their mind, and on and on the list goes) and though I can be flexible as I simply don’t have control over everything, I am protecting my kids from any and every detrim. poss. Even if PTSD’d to the max I possess this ability to view the world through their little eyes and I protect and love them. If it means removing myself I do so. I am not an abuser and I’m not a numb skull. To hell with FOO, who would profoundly twist my reality and have me believe otherwise, so that they could be a victim and I would just non-exist and allow them to have their way with me, and the sisters I once loved. My 6’ 6”, husky, bull like man of a father was the abuser. It made a life-time impact when I at 2’ft.+ tall and my FOO lives were threatened by him while he bragged on about the capabil. of his butcher knives and weilding them while announc. that one of us just might die in the house tonight. This and all his other rages, along with my step-father and mom beating me down in almost every imag. way, routinely and chronic. and ruining our family did not leave me wanting to do the same. In fact, it left me scarred in such a way that I am hypersensitive to anything / anyone that might impact my children negatively. You see our children need us to protect them, no matter what condition we’re in. They don’t know or care, nor need to care, and none of our stuff., emotion, sh*# belongs to them. None of it. When I say threatening families security I mean any disruption, even the slightest and/or having to leave or remove myself from family and home because I temp. can be of no avail. or service because my PTSD for the time simply owns me. If I’m temp. unable to be phys. present I believe I am threatening my families security.
I don't know if I should be sorry for ranting or not. I certainly fear and expect to be judged, but that's just me. Ranting is simply not a pleasant thing to be subjected to. However, I will apoligize in advance for sharing my rather fearful and neg. side as all I truly want in life for all of us is Peace.