I recently 21M (in the past 24 hours) met with an accident while I was on a bike. A car came and straight up hit me sliding me 3 meters away from the place I fell, Fortunately Alhamdulillah nothing happened to me except some minor bleedings in some places (abrasions). Now today looking at yesterday I cant stop thinking how worse it could have been yesterday and how God saved me from more worse possible things.

I keep thinking of negative stuff for example; If I stayed at home for 2 more minutes I wouldnt have met that car and nothing like this wouldve happened, I couldve possibly been fractured and more worse things could have happenned. Whenever i close my eye I relive that exact moment during which I met with the accident and I cant stop it.

I am not saying I got PTSD but it is some sort of a minor Psychological trauma

Can someone tell me how to overcome these thoughts and get back on my bike without fear

Tw: csa

So basically I want to to go art school and almost every art college does nude models that the students draw from. Now this is good in theory but for me it's hard to do. Due to the fact that my groomer made me watch them undress as a kid while I would watch and dissociate.

I did a nude model course for a college credit last yr and it caused me to shut down bc it felt like I was 7 again.

Idk what to do? I can't escape that course in college

Whenever I try to finish an assignment under pressure (for example, when it's closer to a deadline, or when it's an assignment that really matters), my flashbacks and ruminations will get so much worse as soon as I study. They will end up either stopping me from writing this assignment entirely because I get so sad or making this assignment at least three times harder because my brain is fighting on two fronts. I am literally so baffled throughout the years for this.

My background: major trauma happened about 15 years ago, under treatment for trauma for 8 years, medicated, had CBT, DBT, EFT, EFT for Trauma, IFS ... therapy never really healed my trauma entirely because new things keep happening. I am not looking for therapy advice here.

Does anyone have any similar experience? Or does anyone know why? Any insight would be appreciated!

please take this post down if it's not allowed, I have read the rules but I'm new here and dont mean to cause upset

so I have a diagnosis of PTSD but it's kind of driving me crazy. like, I have early childhood trauma that I can't really remember very well so I don't feel like it was bad enough since I can't remember. I do have more recent trauma from when I was a teenager which I can remember a bit better but I still feel like that wasn't bad enough. I've been dealing with this for a long time but it's suddenly gotten significantly worse because my partner has trauma and all I can focus on is his. like I feel like I'm a big liar and his trauma is real and valid. i know realistically I would never compare 2 people's trauma on who has it worse because everyone is different and valid so why cant I think this way for myself?

it's just amplified by the way I feel like I dont have PTSD the right way I guess. like I don't have nightmares anymore - just weird vivid dreams that unsettle me but I mean half the time they're not even really related to the event. for me really all I do really is like think about my trauma from the minute I wake up until I go to sleep. except now it's turned into thinking about mine while thinking about my partners and comparing with his and making me feel so much worse. like, everyone seems to care about his trauma more anyway. which like yes he deserves that but no one seems to really care or help me with mine. just how do I stop thinking like this because it's ruining my life

We were waiting for the school bus and I was looking at some flowers in the ditch when two cars hit each other at full speed. I can still hear the impact and the broken glass spraying across the road. Then it went quiet, no crying or anything. Everyone died, just silence when we got on the bus that early autumn morning.

And the worst part? That damned song Last Kiss was always playing on the radio, to this day I will NEVER drive a vehicle in my whole life. I get shaky even thinking about it.

I don’t know if this really qualifies as PTSD at all. A few months ago I witnessed someone close to my significant other OD. We were just sitting there and the man’s wife had come in screaming saying gibberish and eventually telling us to follow. We go to his truck and he is passed out. Seeing the drug paraphernalia my significant other immediately started to assess while I got on the phone to call 911. I then began chest compressions and they did not make it. I don’t want to get into all the details, but they tried very hard to bring him back. I just have to talk about it because right after I got married and then entered an intense training cycle at work so I never really thought about it, but recently it has calmed down and I cannot stop thinking about it. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night multiple times thinking about the situation, and feel incredibly guilty. I have had some terrible anxiety episodes recently and just feel not normal at all. My significant other said that I’ve screamed in my sleep a few times, though I can’t remember. I plan on going to talk to someone, but I had to put this out there for the time being. Would this be considered PTSD or just anxiety attached to a situation.

I felt pressured to do sex, I can't explain why, I met the lady, and I kind of just let it happen. It felt like nothing really, and I just don't know like will I ever be able to be married or what am I supposed to do with myself and please don't be harsh on me I've already told Allah about this now I just need to know how to deal with it the proper way.

I feel like im overreacting because what happened "wasn't bad enough" to feel like this. Ive had ptsd for four years, although the initial event happened almost 10 years ago, and I was kind of upset it had happened but i never gave it any thought up until june of 2022. It wasnt that bad of an experience, like it wasnt gory or like an actual threat to my physical well being or safety, and I barely cared for 5-6 years. I feel like my brain is making up these symptoms and that I'm overreacting by having them in the first place.

Is it normal to hear my own screams in my flashbacks?
And why am I now getting more flashbacks again?

It has been almost a year since I left an abusive relationship but the specific event I’m talking about happened 1year and 4 months ago.
I’ve come a long way and coping a lot better than I was, however things are creeping back up and I’m worried.

I’ve also blocked him out my mind and he doesn’t seem to appear in my dreams or anything, and I HOPE that doesn’t change. Again, I’m worried it’s suppressed and coming up?

So I have BPD (borderline personality disorder) and it makes you feel emotions way more intensely than someone without it. I was also diagnosed with PTSD last year. My dog passed away last November from cancer. I got her when she was only 6 weeks old and I was 18. She passed away at 12 1/2 when I was 30. So I had her for the end of my teen years, all of my 20s and the beginning of my 30s. Last October she kept refusing to eat and that wasn't like her. So we took her to the vet and got blood work done. The vet called us back and said it wasn't good and she had cancer. My boyfriend and I are long distance and I had already had a flight booked to visit him for our anniversary, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was very torn about it and was going to cancel the trip but my mom said I should still go visit my boyfriend bc I already had it planned and she knew someone whose dog had been diagnosed with cancer and was still alive after a year. We assumed she'd be ok for a while. Come November she completely stopped eating and drinking water. So my parents had a vet come and put her down at our house. I was on video chat watching the process bc she declined so suddenly and I couldn't catch a flight home bc it is very expensive to get a last minute flight. I just felt and still feel almost a year later so guilty that I wasn't there to say goodbye. I feel like I let her down and I can't forgive myself. I should've been there. Next month will be a year since she passed away and I can't get over her death. I still cry so much that my nose gets all stuffy and I can't breathe out of it. I can't look at pictures or videos without crying. Even thinking of good memories makes me burst into tears. Honestly feels like torture looking at photos, videos or thinking about good memories bc Ik I'll never get those moments back. When she was alive whenever I was crying or got upset she'd run to me and wag her tail and lick me. I just miss her so much. Nothing feels the same. It makes me want to die. I just want to see her and be with her again. I feel so empty. I have had dreams of her that felt real and I was petting her and crying so much in the dream. When I woke up my eyes were actually wet with tears. I was crying in my sleep. The hardest thing is that when the vet came to our house to put her down and he gave her the second medicine that stopped her heart, she stood up, looked at my dad scared, was whining and then she laid back down and passed away. She didn't want to leave us. The vet said he's been doing that for over 20 years and never saw a pet do that. That memory keeps replaying in my head and it's torture.

It's been months since my mom and sister reached out to me. I have no friends. The only people I have in my life are my kids and my partner. Ever since I cut my family out, I feel a huge gap with my partner. We used to be so open and loving and supportive to each other. And I know it's somehow my fault. Because I get triggered at the idea of being alone. And here I am alone. Mentally and physically. I just started emdr but feel like I'm being attacked. Like my new therapist is somehow not understanding my emotions at all. And I'm trying to just tell myself it's all in my head. But the reality is I'm alone. All alone. And it's killing me. Every single day it gets harder and harder to fake a smile and pretend I'm ok. I don't deserve anyone. But I also don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do anymore.

And I do mean EVERYTHING. I used to post these kinds of things on the autism subreddit, but none of it went over well there.

Everyone always, always tells me, that I "have PTSD." Not everyone. People who care listen and they're super nice to me.

Firefox is running an advertisement where they're trying to convince people to "come back to Firefox" after time with other web browsers. In that ad, people who were parts of old Internet memes were hired to talk about how "the modern web" is terrible and about how Firefox is a light in darkness...or something!

I'm not hating on the Internet memes with this, and I'm also not hating on people, whether they were in my life or whether they were people in Internet memes! That's what people don't understand when I vent, and of course, I can always word my vents better.

I did not understand then.... Things were so overwhelming. People were so overwhelming. I do not see "nostalgia" in any of this.

And this is just my association of the moment. EVERYTHING is an association. An association of overwhelming times, interactions, and concepts.

I've been looking into dating lately to hopefully, spark some happiness in me, but usually, no one responds or I deal with scammers. However, if I'm lucky, then I'll be rejected being told how sweet I am and, possibly, how happy I'll make someone. If I'm SUPER lucky, then I'll make a new friend.

My best friend told me this morning that she wishes she could take my trauma away, but then I "wouldn't be me anymore." She then said, "Not saying that you’re all trauma but your personality is how you interact with the external world and folks. You can change though I wouldn’t be mad if you made changes. But I want you to do what makes you feel good and fulfilled."

TRIGGER WARNING : talks of SA, ED, abuse of multiple forms

I 25f, am embarrassed by my trauma. I didn’t ask for anything that happened to me, yet here I am having to basically re learn life. I know other people have had it way worse than me so im far from saying im the only one suffering. I finally was able to move away from my toxic abusive family, and over the last year I’ve been on a healing journey. I never realized how much I suppressed over the years, until lately. Things just keep coming up, and my brain seems to keep trying to shield me from it. It’s like the hemispheres of my brain are fighting eachother. I’m exhausted. Depleted. Drained. I’ve been with my amazing supportive partner for a year, however lately it feels like my trauma is yet again ruining something in my life. I never told him the fullest extent of everything I’ve been through, why I did things the way I did in my past, etc because im tired of telling people my trauma sob story, and I’ve been burned in the past for telling the person I was with my past, just for it to be thrown in my face. Because of my trauma, and me trying to move past areas of my life and Heal, I’ve forgotten over the years certain things or how to do certain things and am like I said, on a journey of healing. However - I don’t tell anyone anymore, why I seemingly can’t remember certain things and cough it up to the simple answer, however the simple answers are now being taken as excuses. Sure, I could’ve done more I could’ve helped myself more, but it’s easy to say that now looking back vs in the moment. In the moment, I was running away from abuse as much as I could and when I couldn’t run, I was actively trying to die and getting mad I wasn’t. Now looking back im happy im alive but fuck man. There’s so much shit. I hate what my life was, im grateful it’s not now. But now I have to process all of this shit and it’s just so much. I truly am embarrassed by everything that happened in my life. I don’t want to end up ruining my relationship because of it. It affects every aspect of my life and im tired. I hate feeling the way I do. I feel small.

WARNING FOR FAMILIAL ABUSE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT

TL:DR I was beaten and raped by my grandfather sometime around December 2024 after several years of (somewhat un)subtle homophobia. He died this August. My family has had a long history of domestic abuse. I do not know if he sexually abused anyone else or if it was specifically for my sexuality.

After almost two years, I scheduled an intake appointment for PTSD, which I worked up the courage to go to today after *a lot* of delay. The lady was sweet, and maybe I'm overthinking it, but she appeared to be visibly grossed out when I shared about developing some really poor masturbation habits in response to my trauma. I feel a little discouraged as I've had men not take me seriously in the past, but I never would've expected *this* reaction from a sister.

I was diagnosed with unspecified PTSD, as she believes my symptoms strongly correlate with those found in CPTSD. Apparently CPTSD itself is not even a recognized diagnosis in the US, so... ??? But the diagnosis itself felt like I was being flayed alive as I read through a horribly detailed map of everything that has gone wrong with me since I was raped, and before then from childhood. Now the "fun" part is mapping out what recourse I have for all these problems.

I'm honestly in such a bad place that I might withdraw from uni for the semester. This has not improved my mood, but... I suppose it's a start. So here's to my new reality... 🥳