OE, that is quite alright. I´m glad you got the chance and desire to talk or "write" about what happened to you.

It´s so much. I think someone described PTSD as the story of the human undestroyable will to survive and I think in your story this is really present.

It´s amazing what with all you´ve been through you´re still here and sane
and still did not give up and are getting better.
There´ve been so many misfortunes for you, it´s really not fair.

I wonder why it took so long for you to finally get the right diagnosis,
one would think that all therapists should go through the same training and have to some extent the same knowledge.
Glad that you FINALLY found someone.

Just wondering, if you don´t mind answering, what where all those other therapist trying to diagnose you with?

I feel like even before trauma
you had other difficult situations emotionally, with your husband and your family as you described it and that adds up to it all.

"When my husband finally agreed to allow me to come home, remember no one talked to him, he didn't know what a trauma patient was or what post traumatic stress was, he came to pick me up and on the drive home it was clear to me he was "very angry". During that ride home where the anger in him was obvious to me, I realized that somehow, in spite of how I was still exhausted and even more traumatized, that I had to find a way to shove that all aside and get back to addressing all the damaged animals and at least "faking" that old rock that I used to be. "

What stroke me here is that in my opinion, no matter if someone knows about PTSD or not, one should know better than to treat a person who´s just been released from a psychiatrist ward with anger instead of care and sensitivity.

I can see how your whole situation not just the trauma itself is or was very very difficult.

I´m glad that your husband is sober now and that you found a good therapist at last.

I hope things will turn up for you soon