Hello,
This sort of thing is new to me so I am just going to type and see what happens... bear with me.
Reading some of the stories here puts me in my usual mode of "God you are such a wuss get a grip" which leads to "thats exactly the sort of shit that has got you as screwed up as you are in the first place" and thats what goes round in my head until I decide that reading or playing on the PC is much simpler than actually thinking.
I have never been diagnosed with PTSD I did go to the doctors 6 years ago and describe the symptoms (at the time I thought I just needed vitamins

) and was told to go for a weekend away. So in brief I had a strange childhood, I say strange because I don't want to say bad. I was physically abused (I actually need to explain how lame I feel typing that) by my Dad mainly when threw myself in between him and my Mum about 4 nights a week. I was a chronic worrier as a child but what kicked off what I believe is PTSD was the birth of my son which left both myself and my baby in intensive care. Post natal depression was what I originally put it down to but I personally don't believe thats it. There has been other things to but it's really hard for my to say (not that it's that bad or dramatic I just feel like I am whining).
Christ I don't know sometimes I think my behaviour (which builds and lulls) is a defensive mechanism that just gets out of control.
I now have no friends, I have people I call friends but they aren't I wouldn't dream of discussing anything that mattered with them and if they try and talk to me about something deep I tune out. I don't do this on purpose it's just grown over time, if I get to close to someone I cut them off completely. Those I can't cut off like my husband my kids and my Mum terrify me, I hate how much I love them I hate myself for thinking this.
I can't cry, I just can't ever.
I can't hold a conversation about anything that is banal.
I can't go to bed unless I am exhausted and know I will drop straight off.
I have "triggers" that cause panic attacks that I have learned to avoid.
I know I am going to die soon... let me explain that one. There is no real reason to think I am going to die soon I am not suicidal or anything I mean my brain has just accepted it, I feel like it's a forgone conclusion which is crap as I am only 26.
In the bad times I wish I was dead again I have to stress I am NOT suicidal I just get exhausted imagining, and waiting and being scared about how and when I will die.
I don't feel like I have real emotions anymore, any time I may be having one I feel like I am acting.
I have got a lot better, I don't fully understand what is the matter with me I think my childhood made me susceptible to PTSD, I think I developed it after having my oldest child and I think it morphed into something else that is now so deep in me I can't remember being any other way.
Anyway thanks for reading my wall of text, I don't know if I should be here but thanks I am gonna post now before I change my mind.