Cambodia, early seventies.
as a mercenary trying to stop the pol pot uprising.
Had to commit the ultimate act of human kindness,
hold a gun to my best friends head, and put him out of his suffering.
he`d lost his lower half due to a landmine.
I too had PTSD for many years, until i dealt with it, and then trained to be a therapist.
You have my sincerest empathy with your experience.
if you ever feel stuck, mail me !
2007-07-03 10:04:39
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answered by Anonymous
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I got stabbed through the foot after running from an attacker. I ran across a car park and jumped up. My fingers just curled around the bottom rung of a ladder and I somehow managed to pull myself up...not quite quick enough though. He got me straight through the foot with a knife.
There was a twenty or thirty foot drop on the other side of the wall I managed to scramble onto and I sat there in the dark for ages until someone found me.
Horrible. Crystal Clear too - as if it were an hour ago.
2007-07-03 16:59:41
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answered by Anonymous
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I was in a terrible car accident when I was in my 20's !! The driver lost control the door popped open and the driver fell out on the freeway!! We were going about 60 when this happened! I tried to reach the steering wheel but I couldn't because of my seat belt so I undid it but it was to late! The car flipped over and over until it finally stopped I was lying on the roof looking up at the floor of the car. Someone was trying to pull me from it and a pain shot through my body! My leg was wrapped around the steering wheel. I grabbed the heel of my foot and untangled it it didn't look good! I was told I should have died because the car was a crushed mess! I spent over a year in and out of the hospital learning to walk again! Now I have anxiety attacks when someone is driving to close to the centre line! I feel better being the driver!
2007-07-03 22:57:16
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answered by Polar Molar 7
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Trying to wake my partner up for work and realising he wasn't breathing and his heart had stopped. I was unable to revive him as he had already passed away. This left me with PTSD, which as since brought up some traumatic memories from my childhood. At the moment I can't bring myself to talk about those or properly accept what happened. I am struggling with day to day life and find myself just surviving in an empty shell as oppose to living.
:-)))
2007-07-03 17:15:44
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answered by Teejay 6
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I'm so sorry for you hun. That must be terrible to live with.
For me my worst memory was the day my fiance and soul-mate died. We had had such a lovely weekend and the night before he'd taken me in his arms and told me I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The next morning he took my kids to school as usual and came back saying he wasn't feeling very well and was going to have a lie down. Within 5 minutes I heard him rasping and gasping for breath. He died just as as I got to him. I tried for 15mins to revive him to no avail. He was gone. We'd only been together for 2 years. He'd apparently had a massive heart attack. He was only 49. After that I became agoraphobic and addicted to tranquilizers. Took me a good 5 years to feel my strength returning. I guess what made it worse was that I was still grieving for my dear mum who had passed away 5 months before. A very dark time in my life.
I wish you well hun. xxx
2007-07-03 18:19:54
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answered by Anonymous
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OMG... How can people do that?
I'm sorry for you...
I have nothing like that...
But in combination I have pretty bad paranoia because an old friend of mine told me all about certain things when I was younger.
Usually philosophical things or things about ghosts, deaths and aliens.
It has effected my mind ever since, I have never been the same.
2007-07-03 17:07:52
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answered by Badgerer 6
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That is terrible and I feel for you, but the worst thing that ever happened to me is far, far too personal to talk about, yes it affected my life for a while, but I refused to be a victim and moved on from it.
2007-07-03 16:58:00
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answered by Anonymous
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My Dad dying when I was 22, My eldest son was only 18 months old (he's now 8) and I have 2 more children, who he would have adored!
2007-07-03 16:56:57
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answered by Anonymous
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sorry jim. sounds like you went through a lot. honestly, i can't think of one moment where my life hit the rocks. it's been a combination of factors. maybe feeling down and wanting to find a way to feel. i turned to some rather self destructive activities. now, i'm still battling those urges.
2007-07-03 16:58:27
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answered by Anonymous
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I can't top that but for me, it would be when my son ran away for 3 days. He only made it across town before I found him but I had no sleep for those 3 days.
2007-07-03 17:06:52
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answered by Anonymous
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