I discovered what complex PTSD is only last year when I attended an eight-week trauma workshop.
Discovering that the way I was parented, was far from the idyllic story that we told ourselves we were living. We used to say that we were a close family. That we would always look out for each other. That we wouldn't allow others to break our family apart. That ours was a family filled with love and support.
But I hid the anger and emotional violence in forgotten memory.
I have been unable to reconcile the difference of my past and my ideal story until I was once again confronted with reality and I noticed that I was making excuses and reinventing and rewriting reality to support my ideal version. But I was forced to examine reality and I have been grieving the loss of my fantasy life since.
My identity has been messed up as I've believed I must please people to be safe. At any cost. This has lead to a loss of the development of my own value system and an inability to recognise my own survival needs.
Complex PTSD has been a bitter sweet diagnosis. But with the truth in my hands, i am able to work towards a new life and style of living.