PTSD (Non-Fiction)


Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a mental health condition that’s triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event.

Many people who go through traumatic events have difficulty adjusting and coping for a while, but they don’t have PTSD — with time and good self-care, they usually get better. But if the symptoms get worse or last for months or even years and interfere with your functioning, you may have PTSD.

Getting effective treatment after PTSD symptoms develop can be critical to reduce symptoms and improve function.


 At the age of 15 I had a regular babysitting job with a family that had 2 little children and a 13 year old boy. They didn’t want to tie their teen boy down to babysitting every Friday and Saturday. For a while the job was great, but then one night the boy came home with a friend and they had been drinking and decided to try and rape me. I managed to get away and lock myself and the 2 little ones in the bathroom til they left. I never told anyone and to this day I can’t even remember if I went back.

At the age of 16 I had a 22 year old boyfriend. Bad news and my parents weren’t happy with it, but they knew that forbidding it would just lead to me sneaking out instead. Well they were right, he was bad news. He took me to a party, tried to get me drunk, he was drunk and tried to rape me. I managed to get away again. He was too drunk to hold on to me. I found another ride home, but that was even closer than the 2 young boys.

At the age of 17 I had another boyfriend and you would think I would have learned something, but this was slightly different. He didn’t physically try to rape me, he emotionally raped me. He told me that if I didn’t have sex with him that we would break up and we had just gotten back together. I couldn’t handle the rejection and gave in. I hated him and myself. He ruined our relationship at that point because that was worse than the 2 other attempts. I was not ready to lose my virginity, but felt I had no choice. Blackmail is an ugly thing. I didn’t want to be touched by that point. It disgusted me.

September 11, 2001 – The Twin Towers Tragedy. To this day I am still terrified every time I see and hear a plane and since I live near an airport and the planes are constantly flying over I cringe and wait for the explosion. I didn’t know how it was going to be when we flew to Florida a few years ago. I managed though. It just seems to be watching them and hearing them fly over that does it.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

26 thoughts on “PTSD (Non-Fiction)

  1. Anxious Mom

    I’m sorry you went through those things as well, but glad to see you blogging about it, I hope it is helpful for you. ❤

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  2. PATRICK STORIES

    Thanks    for accepting and following my blog.

    I’m available to read your post at my convenient time.

    You have such an interesting topic I will love to read in
    your blog.

    I still remain  the simple blogger…..

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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    1. Tessa Post author

      You are welcome for the follow. Read when you can. I have to read things slowly and can’t possibly read everything I am following. You get to a point that you have to watch how many blogs you can follow and have the time for.

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      1. PATRICK STORIES

        Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful response.

        Such an awesome way of replying someone. Thanks. Again

        Also, I just posted:

        POEM: RECEPTACLE

        Would love to know your views. Love to see your contributions on it. I’m always excited for your comment. 🙂

        You are welcome

        #PATRICKSTORIES
        Peace ✌and Love ❤

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  3. PATRICK STORIES

    Oh am touch by this post. this blew me away. Thank you for taking the time to share these write up through these words.

    These words are painted in truth, experience and perspective. I especially love how you started it and how you ended the write up. Beautifully written and as I read through again on each line I was amazed . Each word you used are true and reflective of my personal encounter with people .

    This produced a smile on my tired face after a long day. You’re appreciated.

    You are welcome

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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    1. Tessa Post author

      Thank you for reading. All these things touch our lives and cause them to go different ways. We are who we are by what has happened to us.

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      1. PATRICK STORIES

        Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful response.

        Such an awesome way of replying someone. Thanks. Again

        Also, I just posted:

        POEM: RECEPTACLE

        Would love to know your views. Love to see your contributions on it. I’m always excited for your comment. 🙂

        You are welcome

        #PATRICKSTORIES
        Peace ✌and Love ❤

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        1. Tessa Post author

          To be honest I don’t understand these types of poetry. Being pregnant was a way to give birth, nothing else really. Sorry I can’t answer your questions I just don’t get it.

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                1. Tessa Post author

                  I read it twice, but I don’t get it. Some poetry is like that. I need things spelled out. I can’t take and make sense of the kind of stuff you wrote. I am sorry. Why are you pushing this. I clicked on liked it, I didn’t expect to be pushed like you are pushing me. I am sorry, but I don’t get it. It is all a matter of how we interpret poetry. Please drop the subject.

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                  1. PATRICK STORIES

                    Sorry OK. The poem talks about a woman in comparison with the world. The receptacle is like an habitat of something. Here its means she is pregnant.

                    The main subject is all about been pregnant and its relationship with the world we habitat.

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