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PTSD

Polite

Typical

Smiley

Daughter

 

Pointlessly

Trusting

School

District

 

Professor

Turns-blind-eye

Struggling

Drastically

 

Packets

Turn-to

Stacks

Deficient

 

Panic Attacks

Turn-to

Self

Destruction

 

Pulling

Teeth

Sick

Design

 

Plans

To

Stop

Discussing

 

Peace

To-her

Silence

Disturbs

 

People

Talked

She

Distracted

 

Passed

The

Snacks-to

Dinners

 

Pulled

The

Same

Dimensions

 

Pre-K

Then

Smaller

Didn't

 

Pause

Third-Grade

So

Dead

 

Parents

Though

She

Drowned

 

Piled

Thoughts

Suffocated-her

Dexterity

 

Patient

There

Suffering

Depression

 

Problems

To-many-to

Score

Dispute

 

Progress

That

Shockingly

Developed

 

Potentially

Taken-away-the

Suffering

Dramatically

 

Poor

Tiny

Sweet

Doll

 

Part

Traumatized

Sleep

Deprived

 

Phobic

though

Sixth grade

Doesn't

 

Play

Though

Six-Years-of

Death

 

Until... The little girl, learned she had,

Post

Traumatic

Stress

Disorder

and, school treating her badly is only one of her three traumatizing events.

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Written by
GodDamnItCat
Published
Apr 24, 2015
Lines·Words
98·118
Notes

this is about my very first traumatizing event that caused my PTSD, I have lived though 2 others, But this first one is caused by the school i go to denying me help when I have a learning disability, this caused my mom and me to argue, making her sometimes emotionally and physically abusive, that's where the second one comes in, and the third was a stem off of what i thought was normal, and also only knowing English based on what i had taught myself, because that resource wasn't provided for me, when a boyfriend was being abusive i didn't know it wasn't okay, because its what I was used to at home, I thought it was okay and normal. its been a year later, I'm in 10th grade. Yelling, or loud places make me trigger, school in general makes me trigger, because the trauma never stopped, and at home, when ever my mom get aggravated over the school, she takes it out on me, and my dad, and everyone. But again, I'd of never had these added traumas if a therapist didn't explain to me my life and the right and wrongs, I'd of love to go my whole like thinking my relationships where fine.

Tags
#depression#abuse#anxiety#school#ptsd#adhd#emotionalabuse
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