https://www.grouporttherapy.com/blog/high-functioning-ptsd

Tw: Self harm/suicidal ideation

I have high functioning CPTSD and I hate it. Because everybody just sees me as a happy person with a good life. And I won’t lie, they have good reason to think so because that’s how I present myself in public.

I don’t have greasy hair or dirty clothes or drag my feet when I walk or cry in front of my friends.

But they don’t see the other me. They don’t see: -The pile of dishes I put outside on my balcony so they wont see the moldy plates when they visit. -The pile of dirty laundry hidden away in my closet - The days when I don’t move and inch, when I don’t eat and just watch netflix or sleep all day - The times I mindlessly scratch my arm until I get a wound - The times I have a meltdown and cry like a baby catching my breath - The times I hit myself over and ocer again until I get a blue bruise - The times I take a knife and draw red lines on my arm - the mothers day I carved the words ”mothers day” into my leg with a knife because I was so sad that I didn’t have a normal mother to celebrate with like everyone else -The scar on my thumb from me scratching it when I’m distressed and trying to act normal otherwise. I walk with a smile on my face and scratch my thumb to numb the pain. - The times I laughed maniacally in my home because my brain just breaks down and laughs - The time I bought 3 cases of paracetamol and dissolved the tablets in water to drink - The times I was in the psych ward overnight - All my psychologist appointments - How I never get really close to people - How I hurt people I love by being distant or acting out

They don’t see. They see me smiling and being positive and think I am fine. And when I tell them I am sad they think I’m lying just because I tell them with a smile on my face.

Then they see me distraughtly drawing lines on a paper with a dissociated expression and ask me if I’m fine. And I just laugh maniacally again because I’m not, but they didn’t believe me until I showed them. (this happened today with my social worker, she couldn’t understand why I was laughing)

I hate having high function CPTSD