The Triggers that most affect me are pictures/photos of injured, abused or dead animals especially cats, dogs, & birds. Plus I Don’t Like to be Touched. I particularly Don’t like to be hugged. I have made exceptions for hugging in terms of people I know well who are non-threatening, the very old and the very young. As for everyone else specifically Men: PLEASE DO NOT HUG ME!!
NO PICTURES OR PHOTOS ON YOUR BLOGS OF DEAD, DYING, INJURED OR ABUSED ANIMALS!!!
Living with PTSD often means understanding that there are triggers, triggers everywhere. Coping with PTSD often means learning the tools to handle the triggers.
Before I was diagnosed I had no idea what was wrong with me. I was quirky to my friends and family, but inside I felt out of control and crazy. I could tell that the people I was with didn’t react the same way I did to certain situations, but I couldn’t understand why.
People can sometimes sit down at a restaurant and marvel over the choices on the menu. I become anxious and lose my appetite because the choices are overwhelming. Walks in the woods typically are filled with deep breathing wonderment at the smells and sounds of leaves rustling and crunching. I would cringe and keep looking over my shoulder because the crunching meant someone was running behind me to catch me.
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