
My brother has stage 4 brain cancer and is at the end of his life and because of my paranoia from my PTSD he lost his closest friends, which are the only reason he fought his cancer.

the worst part is that he is one of the few people who knows and never connected the dots. This has happened twice. I told my friend I couldn’t watch it, My other friend was like ‘sure you can’ and I said “no, I really can’t.”
It is almost impossible for people who have never experienced any type of abuse to understand what it does to our minds. You just have to remember that the people who deny what you went through probably aren’t worth it. You’ll find people who are supportive of you, no matter what. Good luck with everything, dear :)
I’ve never heard of a PTSD case that was specifically caused by nightmares, but I am sure it is possible. Have you talked to anyone about this, love?
Thank you! I’ll go check it out!
I’m in my 30’s. I told my abusive mother about my diagnosis and said I wanted distance because I still don’t think she has changed at all. She flipped because “I’m so cruel and insensitive, trying to make her feel guilty for things that are “ancient history” and unlike me, she chooses to not “dwell in the past.” She would like me to believe our family “had problems in the past” but now, according to her, everyone is “doing fine” and I’m the only one in the family who thinks anything is a problem ever. According to her “She made mistakes in the past, but she was still a good mom.”
Fair enough, let’s leave the past alone and talk about the present:
1) I have PTSD and am in therapy again
2) One of my siblings moved across the country and drinks every day and does not deny he has a drinking problem.
3) My other sibling has traumatic brain injury, been suicidal, and off and on homeless and refuses our help because he prefers homelessness to having anything to do with this family.
4) Almost all of us are out of our 20’s now and this is my mom’s definition of “fine.” I’m still angry at not just what has happened with me, but my siblings who I cannot help because I have to take care of myself, and they have to take care of themselves, and she does not give a damn.
A round of applause please for my mother everyone, while she accepts her Parent of The Year Award for raising “well-adjusted perfectly fine” adults.
A note for the younger crowd on this blog: If your abuser talks about your abuse this way and doesn’t accept responsibility, they have not changed so be weary. It’s not your fault and you don’t have to make them change or keep explaining your pain to them.

Pretty much life when I was still living with my abusive mother.