Two characteristics of ptsd.
http://fornits.com/wwf/viewtopic.php?topic=2745&forum=9
Oh i have more than just those two. I'm extremely paranoid, and unless i'm on a plane, i'm... well protected...
I'm far more OCD than i ever was before. Not in an organized way but there are certain things that have to be a certain way.
I isolate. I sit in front of my computer. That's my life. I hate people (being around them). Group / raps were overload for me. I hate reality tv. actually i hate tv in general. Fucking inane, superficial shit 24 / 7.
There are certain times when i'm emotional about things but most of the time i'm pretty frigid. This might be due to the prozac. I feel pain, but I don't necessarily mind it. it reminds me i'm still alive.
I can't concentrate when i think about certain experiences at bmark. I lock up. i freeze. My speech pauses for no reason. I forget where i was in my sentences. It's so fucking hard to write about some things. My memories of some events are scattered, full of holes. I try to pry my mind open but it's so hard. I remember somewhere but my mind just won't let me recall.
Somehow there is a lot of guilt inside. I left somebody behind. I begged my parents to help him. Taboo it was, for me to be bi (big reason why i was sent there in the first place), and for me to have fallen for another guy. I left him behind, and took my parent's offer of rescue. Then he was raped on the streets after I left. His parents stopped paying and he was dropped on the streets. I should have been there. I would have gutted the motherfucker who did it.
I feel guilty for not saying more earlier. so many people i knew...
For some odd reason, I feel comfortable talking pseydonomyously on the internet but not to my shrink. He was chosen by my parents and it's really hard for me to trust him because at benchmark, everything went back to the parents.
At this point i really don't care who knows the nitty gritty details of what happened to me. I see very little of people anyway and most of the ones who do know me don't know about this.
Deb
your link mentioned moral codes. At bmark they had this "coat of arms / ethics" project where you had to list your current beliefs / ethics, and they would help you create new "healthy" ones.
The more i discover the more i'm just blown over by how they can get away with this shit. How any of these shitholes can.
At this point I think i'm finally at the "survivor mission" point. A few years ago I wanted to fight them but my mom kept saying "just focus on school. after you graduate you can do the benchmark thing" after I graduated that college with an associates, she said "just leave it in the past now. just forget about it". I never let her push my personal life around like that before program. Well i can't anymore. The shit I went through is still happening. About a month ago, i said ENOUGH. I'm going to bring them down whatever it takes.
So then the research started, and the posting... and i'll probably get a few B's this semester... and i'll probably get yelled at for it...
but i feel better now and i'm not going to stop.