After an hour with the therapist, she explained the patterns to me, and said that, without question, I have PTSD. I almost cried... from relief. I'm not crazy. (!!!) I don't know why I never made the connection, but I didn't. It makes total sense now that I think about it.
I know I still have something wrong with my insides, but just having someone take the constant anxiety seriously is a load off. I'm going to see her twice a week for the next couple months, and she's going to help me with coping techniques and accupressure. I still may end up having to be on medication, but that's up to the doctor I see on the 2nd.
CathUK - thank you for encouraging me to go to a therapist! I honestly didn't think she was going to be much help, or that she'd just refer me elsewhere... I never imagined I'd walk out of there feeling so much better, just for having talked to someone (and had them take me seriously, and say something beyond "Stop worrying", which is less than helpful!)
Edited by atomic rose (07/19/04 11:55 AM)
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