I guess that's sort of part of the process, how the mind deals with hardships. It rationalises, acts like they didn't happen.
I'm at a point where I'm not sure where my PTSD ends and I begin:
Intrusive memories - these have always been there but nowadays are triggered by moments in parenting the boys.
Avoiding thinking about things that happened to me.
Issues with falling asleep.
Depression, Generalised Anxiety Disorder, low self esteem, low mood, self loathing.
Feeling under attack. Always on high alert, running on adrenaline - and easily startled.
I have reached a stage where I don't feel that I'm worthy. I feel like I should have been better able to cope. That people in war zones get ptsd, not the children of crap parents.
I need to mourn for my lost childhood. The childhood lost to the mother who verbally abused me,
neglected me emotionally,
abandoned me for sometimes hours on end with between 3 and 5 children from the age of 10.
She made me believe that I wasn't good enough, so absolutely that I still feel compelled to prove that I am.
I don't know whether EMDR will help me. But I know that the prospect of spending more years endlessly feeling like I am scared is not worth thinking about.
I'll keep my fingers crossed