I had my first session yesterday on the NHS. I've got 12 sessions at least.
I talked to her about all this awful stuff for 2 hours , the abuse, the sexual assaults etc. Felt nothing really just numb.
Then st the end she asked how much my cat dying had affected me and the floodgates just opened. It was like a tsunami, the end of the world. I cried all the way home and all evening. Not sure how I'm going to cope with 12 sessions of this.
I'm seeing the constant psychiatrist next week to check my medication and go over my diagnosis. We think its complex PTSD but they think there is more than that going on.
It seems I can take about anything other than my lost cats bizarre.