I share this story just because: when I got my wisdom teeth out I was not yet admitting/aware of the fact that I had PTSD.
Specifically PTSD related to an experience of being drunk enough to be totally incapacitated (and probably should have been at the hospital), bleary, etc, and falling asleep/unconscious in the presence of what turned out to be deeply unsafe people.
Waking up out of sedation was . . . special. And as I was sitting there sublimating the panic while being totally non-verbal and not actually having emotions beyond "everyone go away everyone go away humans go away from me I WANT A DOOR THAT LOCKS AND NO ONE ELSE", I got the reminder lecture about straws.
. . . I had nightmares about the fucking straws and what they were going to do, and constantly worked myself up into a panic that I'd somehow sucked the clots out et etc. *facehands*
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Date: 2015-12-01 03:34 am (UTC)I share this story just because: when I got my wisdom teeth out I was not yet admitting/aware of the fact that I had PTSD.
Specifically PTSD related to an experience of being drunk enough to be totally incapacitated (and probably should have been at the hospital), bleary, etc, and falling asleep/unconscious in the presence of what turned out to be deeply unsafe people.
Waking up out of sedation was . . . special. And as I was sitting there sublimating the panic while being totally non-verbal and not actually having emotions beyond "everyone go away everyone go away humans go away from me I WANT A DOOR THAT LOCKS AND NO ONE ELSE", I got the reminder lecture about straws.
. . . I had nightmares about the fucking straws and what they were going to do, and constantly worked myself up into a panic that I'd somehow sucked the clots out et etc. *facehands*