u/itwas_me_whosaidthat

Repressed as in not having any recollection of the trauma that occurred until years later, with all the signs of CPTSD always being there

Can a person truly heal from past trauma if they are still living in the environment where it happened and are constantly triggered by the physical space? Would it ever be possible to separate the two?

My husband carelessly sprayed a lot on the curtains. Some on the walls. How long until it’s safe to go back into the room and sleep? I left the door open? I have work in the morning I’m not sleeping on the damn couch. We used raid ant and roach spray

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I’m a mom to be. But I’ve felt nothing but anger and pain throughout this pregnancy. I’ve always wanted to be a mom, always. This is what I want more than anything. But I don’t feel happy. I’m afraid that I will mess up, that I’d make the same mistakes my parents made. I already feel like a failure, I feel like I don’t have what it takes to be a good mom. I’ve always struggle with mood instability, anger, and depression. What happens if my baby sees the fuck up I am? I’m afraid of PPD, I’m afraid that I won’t give this child a chance to be connected with me. I know no parent is perfect, that you will fuck up, that you will have your bad days. This baby in me is everything I’ve ever wanted, but I don’t feel like I want this.

Any advice would be appreciated.

I was diagnosed with PCOS in 2019. I was on birth control until 2024. My husband and I participatedin unsafe sex here and there **TMI plz don’t bite me** and he has ejaculated in me many times for many many many months, maybe almost a year, and things were fine, I didn’t get pregnant, we weren’t trying, we thought we’d be okay being that it was over a year of shooting up the club, so I just thought ehh, I accepted that I may just have to see a fertility doctor when the time is right. However in June 2025, I became pregnant. Unfortunately it was not the right time and we decided to proceed with an elimination. Since then, I became a lot more cautious and safe with sex. Fast forward to May 2026… my husband and I decided to give pregnancy a shot. My last period was May 13th. My next period was due June 10th. No period. My husband and I said hey let’s just keep going to pound town. My lifestyle changed slightly after May. I stopped taking my one a day women’s vitamins because I believe it was the estrogen that made me start sweating like a fucken pig. I started going to the gym. It’s now July 6th, it’s past 25 days late. I’ve taken pregnancy tests and all showed negative. The last was Saturday (July 4th). Could this just be your normal degular irregular period that comes with PCOS? I thought that pregnancy could be slightly possible since I became pregnant once already. I suppose trying naturally isn’t going to work. But I’m still hopeful. Those infertility clinics are expensive. Any thoughts?

Adding some details

26F, I am on a lot of psychiatric medications because I suffer with emotional regulation, anxiety, and sleep. I have been on these medications since January 2025. About 6 months ago, my doctor added antipsychotics (I’m not schizo, it’s for sleep and anxiety lol) and adhd medication (concerta). I’m not sure if these would have anything to do with anything but I thought it’d be worth mentioning

I’ve seen some mentions of BPD. But I can’t help to think that individuals with schizophrenia or severe OCD have it harder.

Edit: BPD meaning borderline personality disorder

Just venting here

I live on a beautiful island in the Caribbean, recognized frequently for having the best beaches in the world. Recently I started to visit daily and just sit there alone, listening to the ocean, the breeze, the chickens lol. & I can’t help but to soak up the moment. When I leave my house and drive, there’s the beautiful blue sea. But I don’t see it. It’s always been there. I won’t always be here, and neither will these beaches. Nor this moment. I’m so thankful to be a part of right now, to be here. To sit and admire what’s in front of me while it’s in front of me.

3 months from today will be my 1st cancerversary, completion of treatment.

Everyday since the day we met, my husband says first thing in the morning “it’s a beautiful day to have a beautiful day.”

Thanks for reading

I want to love myself out loudly without judgement or fear!!!

I haven’t realllyy shopped for clothing in a while, but recently I was just like you know what fuck it nothing can barely fit anymore. So I went on SHEIN and nova and bla bla bla saw some really nice things I liked and I was like shit I know I’ve gained some weight and my butt and hips have gotten bigger especially my thighs(!!!I say as frustration becus my butt and thighs have ripppped so many of my clothes!!!!)so let me measure. I’ve never actually measured myself before but anyway; my boobies are 33in, waist 32in, under boob 31in and my hips 42.5in. I thought to myself wait a minute here…. who delivered a dump truck… I don’t really think about having a big butt because it just looks like a butt to me. But a lot of people love my ass. I’m 5’2, 149lb I’m short and I have nice legs hehehe. But now I can envision it, I see it clearly….big booty me needs to love herself more x1000. My chest might be a cup but this ass is a bucket!! (see what I did there)

Let’s be our own biggest fans!!

How often does sex usually happen in your partnership for you to feel satisfied? Curious what different people consider “enough.”

My husband (25m) and I (26f) have been married for over 10 months. Our relationship and sex life prior to marriage was always beautiful. We both match each others drives to the T. It stayed that way until about 2 months into marriage. We went through a lot. We had an unwanted pregnancy followed by an abortion. The anger and rage I displayed during my short period of pregnancy left lasting marks. Since then, our marriage has been rough. Our fights became more intense and ugly… and through that, our sex life dissipated. My drive remained high, though I was the one causing most arguments. & his decreased immensely. It took me some time but I began to come to terms with the fact that he has been through a lot emotionally, and that does have an effect on libido. A while has passed, we get along so much better, we’re feeling safe in each other’s space again. We go to therapy, we do things alone and together. We laugh and play. But we rarely ever have sex… we have sex maybe once a week at most… I’ve always been clear and open about my libido, and the importance of having a partner who can meet me half way. Since the very first day. He was that partner, and now he’s not anymore. He barely m touches me anymore. How do I know this is just him needing to retreat and recharge?

I kept being misdiagnosed, not responding well to medications and treatment. It was then decided finally that BPD was the answer. Finally after about a year of 9 psych medications daily and no results, I vouched for a CT Scan. I couldn’t help but listen to my body that it needed more help. My mind screamed at me but I was taking too long to listen as every doctor stamped a label on my behavior and personality changes. This sort of hurts a bit, I felt like no one listened to me.