I’m going through therapy for PTSD at present. I’m laying here crying tonight because I keep having awful flashbacks to my stepdad kicking the dogs and cats across the room and my mum laughing her head off.
If any of our pets ever did a wee in the house one of them would grab them by the head, push their faces in it and smack them on the head really hard.
I have recurring dreams where pets are in danger and I can’t save them.
I have pets myself and get flashbacks when I look at them.
My mum has a dog now. We are not in contact anymore but I constantly worry about her dog being treated ok. I have no idea if the poor thing is ok.
The trauma of everything that happened in that house- both to me and the pets- just never leaves me.
I’m 42 and so exhausted. I have nightmares and mental health battles that never end.
What did I do to deserve this