Some of what you people describe as PTSD sounds actually like Bipolar Disorder (Manic Depression) which is completely different than PTSD. Bipolar Disorder is inherent in you and would affect you growing up. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD, is a reaction to overwhelming trauma thrust upon you. Kids certainly can experience overwhelming trauma and have PTSD, such as being molested or having their family all die or whatever, but the trauma usually happens later so people don't usually grow up with it. The behaviors of both are much different. I hope you are not mixing up the two.
As an extra tidbit of info, did you know that people who were molested as children, and children of alcoholics both act the same way?

I am not back, I am just visiting.
Mojo you could set health care and human understanding back generations
with your "Pop Corn" assessments of the condition and care for your fellow
man when they find themselves in crisis's. I am willing to bet that you have
never been truly stressed, or you were badly served by any who tried to help
you in the time of your greatest need at some point in your past. I could be wrong,
perhaps you are just some what ill-informed.
Please, don't tell me "all about it" I believe you could be doing very terrible
damage as it is with your latest exclamations. I would recommend a course of
study, or you could do what I did and volunteer at a crises center some time
in the future. Just try to conceder that some people in here are in pain, and they
should be able to rely on the rest of us to understand that.
Rant off!

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Any time you speak you can hurt someone, try to think of that.....

+1 Celt, +1.

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Its funny, you say just what I said, yet somehow I am wrong and not understanding. Please reread what I wrote. Then read what you said about it. I know exactly what I am talking about and I said that. There are four pages of comments here. If you want to apply what I said to yourself, great, go ahead. Or don't. I haven't named anyone. You have. Me, and now you are attacking me. That is your choice. So, reread what I actually said. Or don't reread it. It certainly won't change what I said either way. Or your reply to it. And if you don't have PTSD then you have no reason to have a clue what you are talking about with it anyway. Its good you don't have it. Enjoy that fact. Or don't.

When my mother fell in her home and was hospitalized back in March of 2014, the days became very bad for me, and I was searching for somewhere to talk about it. I did that in detail in the first part of this thread, and it helped me. I was scared and sad, and I still am. The fall was part of a larger picture of dementia that she is suffering from, but I classify my symptoms as PTSD because of the fact I was shocked into a reality in which my mother couldn't take care of herself anymore.

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HairyChestedSpearChuckerSaid:

Any time you speak you can hurt someone, try to
think of that.....

It Pains Me to Read Your Words. Please STOP. Filtering NO Help, 'cause I KNOW you are
saying Something Somewhere.

Yammering another Yup.

Yep.

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May we All have a METAMORPHOSIS. REASON. GOoD JUDGEMENT and LOVE and ORDER!!!!!

Gooba!
You're alive, and I thought you were still working on my avatar.....


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Not back, just visiting.....

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It will be a few days before I will be able to post here as promised. Sadly another elephant has been lost locally to poachers. There are credible reports that those responsible may still be in the area and planning more and her herd are particularly vulnerable. They are visiting her carcass daily, so need to be closely tracked round the clock. It is also going to be necessary to separate her traumatised calf from the group if he is going to survive. All of this stretches resources very thinly, so it's a matter of giving our rangers as much support as possible. My apologies (also for taking the thread off topic).

I have no problems with your post at all.
You have explained why you cant post your thoughts right away.

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+1 and I applaud your animal conservation efforts.

+2

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When you encounter a crisis situation you have no experience with, it can become PTSD. Two years ago, my mother almost died during a 4 month hospital incarceration that included 3 weeks of the ICU, but I'm much stronger today because I love her and that pulled me(and her, I think) through, and she's apparently pretty tough for a small little 79 year old person.

Today, we had an 11:15 am appointment with her primary doctor and waited in the general waiting room until 1:45; finally got called back and waited some more in the private room, and then saw the doc for 15 minutes. We didn't leave until 2:30. Pretty ridiculous, but par for the course, however this was the worst wait time ever. This is Iva's primary doctor, and we like him, and he's nice, but good grief this wore Iva out, not to mention, me. At one point in the general waiting room, Iva saw her doctor in the hallway, and started calling out, "Dr. Hilgeford, Dr. Hilgeford", which cracked up the waiting room. I couldn't blame her, but it wasn't his fault. It's just the nature of the healthcare beast. She's fine, and her doctor shook my hand, calling me the best private duty nurse he's ever seen, and considering her circumstances, he calls her his "miracle lady".

The main part of the PTSD for me was her hospitalization and my insecurity about what was going to happen to her. I knew I could never emotionally live with her in a nursing home, so after trying to work and take care of her, I decided to quit my job, and be with her 24/7, making sure she would be safe, healthy and happy in her own home.

I still feel trauma and stress and anxiety about the whole thing, that I started writing about here:

http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/forum_thread.php?id=73835&postid=1490573#1490573

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Gordan, Glad you and you and your mom are getting on well.
I found your post of spending hours in a waiting room aggravating to me. I had a DR. like that. Id wait up to 2 and a 1/2 hours just for the pleasure of then waiting for him for another 1/2 hour in the room. I switched Dr's. Yes I did like my Dr. but Id had 6 years of the same crap.

Hope that this thread has help you cope some.

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Old James

Hope that this thread has help you cope some.

It has. I was truly a basket case during the early days of my mother's situation, and I latched onto this thread for help.

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This thread has also been a huge help for me in the days I still coped with the loss of Oonah and Seppe. Things go much better lately, fortunately.

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rOZZ
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@ Gordon
@ Julie

I think we are getting on to one of
the great values of the Seti forms.



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I think you people can be a breath of fresh air.....thank you...

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@ Gordon
@ Julie

I think we are getting on to one of
the great values of the Seti forms.



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I think you people can be a breath of fresh air.....thank you...

Everything I've posted here in this thread is truly from my mind and heart. When I was in the worst part, in 2014, I was barely existing, but going through the motions. Time has passed, and I feel better, and my mother is better, too, so in the grand scheme of things, it's going to be ok, but I honestly was in really psychologically bad shape. Having this thread to post updates on my mother's condition really helped me.

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I'm glad that this space is of help. Yes it goes dormant for a bit. But all anyone has to do is ask a mod to open it so you can post.

I too find this a place that gives me a different perspective on some things that some, Or all us go through.
So use this space as you need it.

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Old James

@ Gordon
@ Julie

I think we are getting on to one of
the great values of the Seti forms.



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I think you people can be a breath of fresh air.....thank you...

Agreed, Ian.

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I can't even begin to say how much this thread, and all the people who have contributed to it, has helped me. So thank you everyone :)

It's consoling knowing it is here when needed. There've been several times in the past year, where I've logged in feeling very low and thought of posting something here, but have not in the end because on the way to trying to get to grips with putting wretchedness into words, my spirits were lifted in other threads :) which is all part of why seti and her zens will always have a special place reserved for them in my heart

Thank you :)

Annie, I'm going to quote a passage from your last post that hits home for me. Its this. ( putting wretchedness into words )
I cant thank you enough for describing a problem, That I'm sure most of us have when trying to describe a hell we have gone through when trying to post in here.

I have found though, That some one who has gone through the same trauma, Can relate with what you are trying to say no matter how bad you say it.

Annie, I really take that passage to heart. It puts into words a feeling that I have never been able to communicate. Thank you.

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It goes part of the way there doesn't it?

:)

I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "my eyes were bigger than my stomach". Something that has concerned me ever since my mother's hospital incarceration, is her problem feeding herself... she has a tendency to get excited about seeing the food and not thinking about chewing and swallowing before taking the next bite. She did that today on some meatloaf, and started choking while I was in the kitchen. She's ok, but I have to make sure I'm with her at all times when she's eating.

I've said before this is like having a 79 year old child, but it would be easier if she would shrink down to baby-size so I could carry her around in a basinet.

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I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "my eyes were bigger than my stomach". Something that has concerned me ever since my mother's hospital incarceration, is her problem feeding herself... she has a tendency to get excited about seeing the food and not thinking about chewing and swallowing before taking the next bite. She did that today on some meatloaf, and started choking while I was in the kitchen. She's ok, but I have to make sure I'm with her at all times when she's eating.

I've said before this is like having a 79 year old child, but it would be easier if she would shrink down to baby-size so I could carry her around in a basinet.

I'm glad she's okay, Gordon :) My mum takes absolutely a-g-e-s to eat, very much like a recalcitrant two year old at times. Giving her something you know she's always liked is no guarantee that she will remember it's something that she's ever liked. It's almost like her taste buds and sense of smell have lost their memory too. She's developed a very sweet tooth from never having had one before and if she could, would eat cake, chocolate and biscuits ONLY. But it's probably her tendency to fall over her own feet which is making it very difficult to leave her unsupervised whilst she's awake. And she had three falls over the weekend, during the night when I was asleep :( I sense an argument with the doctor looming. They stopped her sleeping tablets because they said she's sleeping too much. I am guilty of allowing her to nap under a purring a cat or two during the day for an hour or so, because I need it. Otherwise she's following me around all the time. The television used to be a big draw for her, but she's only interested in it if I watch it with her now, and I have so little time to do so.

I really don't mind her shadowing me. It's kind of sweet but it feels clingy at times. With my other half now barely able to walk :/ and in a wheelchair since he was discharged from hospital, he is still very poorly, and I think at times, my mum feels she's having to compete for my attention and is even a little jealous that she's more "able" than he is, physically. That looks so weird written down, but it's true and I can't help thinking that that might be partly what's contributing to her night falls. But it is very much like caring for an outsized toddler I have to agree :) Full of utterly charming moments, and the occasional infuriating/worrying ones.