Hi all,
Thank-you for this free, impartial and non-judgemental website and forum. I want to join to have a place to talk openly about myself, to learn to express myself, and hopefully receive some encouragement and feedback.
My first post is to introduce myself, but also to acknowledge to myself that trauma affects me every day. I want to say to myself, this is me, this is what I must consider to acknowledge my daily struggles. Because, for some reason, it is so easy to pretend that I dont struggle, or I am not hurting.
I am a 49yr old man, I live in the UK and am studying towards a PhD in conservation and ecology. This PhD in and work in academia is something I have wanted to do since I left undergrad university in 1996, aged 20. But at that time I developed a psychosis (it was called schizoaffective disorder or schizophrenia) that became quite debilitating and I was deteriorating in terms of my general functioning. I did not hear voices or believe I was someone I was not, but I had severe thought disorders. I would describe my mind as haywire, it was packed full with continuous racing thoughts (many negative ones about myself). But when I would try to describe my thoughts, my mind would go completely blank. It felt like a trapdoor opened in my mind, into which the thoughts disappeared. Emotionally I was in a permanent panic mode, like a deer in the headlights, 24 hours a day, and getting worse by the day.
In 1997 I was put on risperidone, an anti-psychotic medication. It seemed to really work for me at the time, it drew me out of the psychosis and my racing thoughts subsided. I felt like myself again. However I was only just beginning to learn about myself. The medication only functioned in stabilising my thoughts. It of course did not address the underlying causes of the psychosis, of which I knew absolutely nothing about at the time, thinking I grew up in a totally normal and loving family.
Over the years I worked as a waiter, a teaching assistant and then in the pharmaceutical industry. I stopped taking risperidone in 2010 and have not needed it since. I had some good therapy that helped me understand the causes of my psychosis.
It has taken me 27 years to get to the point where I can do the thing I love, however I am still finding it so difficult. I'm regularly paralysed with fear at my desk. I struggle to ask for help. I struggle to interact with my peers (most of whom are half my age) and I am incredibly lonely throughout it all. There are lots of positives in some of the relationships I am slowly building, but it is a long and slow process.
This is about seeing myself as a person whose personal development, personal relationships and sense of identity has been impaired and stunted due to simple and seemingly innocuous neglect during childhood. But it childhood neglect is far from innocuous. I want to post more about my upbringing next.
Thanks for reading this.
Thank-you for this free, impartial and non-judgemental website and forum. I want to join to have a place to talk openly about myself, to learn to express myself, and hopefully receive some encouragement and feedback.
My first post is to introduce myself, but also to acknowledge to myself that trauma affects me every day. I want to say to myself, this is me, this is what I must consider to acknowledge my daily struggles. Because, for some reason, it is so easy to pretend that I dont struggle, or I am not hurting.
I am a 49yr old man, I live in the UK and am studying towards a PhD in conservation and ecology. This PhD in and work in academia is something I have wanted to do since I left undergrad university in 1996, aged 20. But at that time I developed a psychosis (it was called schizoaffective disorder or schizophrenia) that became quite debilitating and I was deteriorating in terms of my general functioning. I did not hear voices or believe I was someone I was not, but I had severe thought disorders. I would describe my mind as haywire, it was packed full with continuous racing thoughts (many negative ones about myself). But when I would try to describe my thoughts, my mind would go completely blank. It felt like a trapdoor opened in my mind, into which the thoughts disappeared. Emotionally I was in a permanent panic mode, like a deer in the headlights, 24 hours a day, and getting worse by the day.
In 1997 I was put on risperidone, an anti-psychotic medication. It seemed to really work for me at the time, it drew me out of the psychosis and my racing thoughts subsided. I felt like myself again. However I was only just beginning to learn about myself. The medication only functioned in stabilising my thoughts. It of course did not address the underlying causes of the psychosis, of which I knew absolutely nothing about at the time, thinking I grew up in a totally normal and loving family.
Over the years I worked as a waiter, a teaching assistant and then in the pharmaceutical industry. I stopped taking risperidone in 2010 and have not needed it since. I had some good therapy that helped me understand the causes of my psychosis.
It has taken me 27 years to get to the point where I can do the thing I love, however I am still finding it so difficult. I'm regularly paralysed with fear at my desk. I struggle to ask for help. I struggle to interact with my peers (most of whom are half my age) and I am incredibly lonely throughout it all. There are lots of positives in some of the relationships I am slowly building, but it is a long and slow process.
This is about seeing myself as a person whose personal development, personal relationships and sense of identity has been impaired and stunted due to simple and seemingly innocuous neglect during childhood. But it childhood neglect is far from innocuous. I want to post more about my upbringing next.
Thanks for reading this.