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<blockquote data-quote="Hound dog" data-source="post: 320795" data-attributes="member: 84"><p>Janet</p><p> </p><p>It might help you to know this is common with Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). I didn't know that when I was going thru it........I found it out by accident later. </p><p> </p><p>My Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) made me the most mellow person on the planet for the first 3 yrs following. Really weird. Except that my PSTD was thru the roof as was my anxiety. For me, both went away with time as my brain healed, re-routed or whatever. But without the psychiatrist's help I'd have never gotten past the PSTD and the anxiety.</p><p> </p><p>Clinicals have re-triggered both for me, much to my surprise. I dread going to clinicals, have to literally force myself to go while talking myself thru it til I get there. Once I'm there, I'm ok. Go figure. Anxiety is such a weird issue. </p><p> </p><p>As for the little girl issue.................yep. Got that one too. I've got Kayla living with a perv Daddy............and Aubrey and I can't help but worry. But at least Nichole is over-protective of Aubrey. So my main worry lies with Kayla. </p><p> </p><p>And I dunno why I'm worrying more with the grand daughters than I did with my girls. Except that my girls were never allowed into a postion that molestation could take place............So maybe it's because I don't have control enough I feel like I can protect them the way they should be protected?</p><p> </p><p>Didn't bring up memories of my childhood..........I'd already delt with that, so maybe that's why. Did bring up every little thing between me and husband though and pretty much put the finishing nails in the coffin of our marriage.</p><p> </p><p>(((hugs)))</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hound dog, post: 320795, member: 84"] Janet It might help you to know this is common with Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). I didn't know that when I was going thru it........I found it out by accident later. My Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) made me the most mellow person on the planet for the first 3 yrs following. Really weird. Except that my PSTD was thru the roof as was my anxiety. For me, both went away with time as my brain healed, re-routed or whatever. But without the psychiatrist's help I'd have never gotten past the PSTD and the anxiety. Clinicals have re-triggered both for me, much to my surprise. I dread going to clinicals, have to literally force myself to go while talking myself thru it til I get there. Once I'm there, I'm ok. Go figure. Anxiety is such a weird issue. As for the little girl issue.................yep. Got that one too. I've got Kayla living with a perv Daddy............and Aubrey and I can't help but worry. But at least Nichole is over-protective of Aubrey. So my main worry lies with Kayla. And I dunno why I'm worrying more with the grand daughters than I did with my girls. Except that my girls were never allowed into a postion that molestation could take place............So maybe it's because I don't have control enough I feel like I can protect them the way they should be protected? Didn't bring up memories of my childhood..........I'd already delt with that, so maybe that's why. Did bring up every little thing between me and husband though and pretty much put the finishing nails in the coffin of our marriage. (((hugs))) [/QUOTE]
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