PTSD Update #1 on July the 4th

I woke up, and thought: “I’m fucked.”

The weird thing is that I did dream about the 4th of July, but it was all encoded in flags and Wonder Woman (no, I don’t know why, probably some kind of conversation between awesoma writers discussing the WW backstory and… JMS’s… whatevers) and, a usual component of todays non-nightmare dreams, work. Nothing involving my parents, just the holiday.

‘Course, when I woke up, I left the realm of safety that the Overherd dream-eating cows ensure, and was at the mercy of the GM. I failed my PTSD level 1 check pretty much straight away. The onslaught of thirst and hunger that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep down because of the nausea; I couldn’t sit up, much less stand up; and my thinking went wonky; all due to the overwhelming deer-in-headlights feeling I always got when my father came into the room upset and about to take it out on somebody.

I know he’s not there, and this isn’t even a full flashback where I’d believe (much to my shame and embarrassment) that he was there. And yet the reaction remains, as if… I don’t even know.

The initial stat penalties have somewhat worn off, but I’m not going to be able to safely drive anywhere without a need to, and I’m also something of a mental wreck, so I wouldn’t be terribly good company. I made strawberry banana oatmeal smoothies, and am almost positive I can keep them down. Almost. Have to get something down, though.

Oh, here’s the original recipe for Strawberry Oatmeal Breakfast Smoothies, but I adjusted it a bit: vanilla rice milk replacing the soy milk, vanilla extract, and white sugar all in one go; and extra thick rolled oats from Bob’s Red Mill.

I want to do stuff with mung beans (like Mung Bean Pancakes from Kitchen Mouse; or Mung Bean Cake (no dairy or eggs or flour needed); or Yellow Mung Bean Pudding (no dairy, needs arrowroot)). Or anything in the kitchen. But I’m so exhausted… it’s like opening the shoe box of spoons and finding, like, 3 in the bottom.

2 thoughts on “PTSD Update #1 on July the 4th

  1. “And yet the reaction remains, as if…”

    As if it got ground into your nerves and glands, that’s what. It’s not just ‘in your head’; that’s why controlling your thoughts isn’t enough to control the reaction.

    I really want to give you helpful advice, but all my advice is suitable for minor stress, not PTSD. Best wishes.

  2. I keep forgetting that PTSD isn’t “all in my head” (and even if it were, it’s severe enough that I simply can’t “apply self-control” every time).

    No worries about advice. PTSD is heavy stuff. Thank you for the well wishes.

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