

Brian's Story
I am not a survivor myself, it is my fiancée
whom I have been friends with for five years. I just wanted to be
able to talk to someone and maybe get some of my feelings off my own
chest. It all started four days ago. We were having a night in at
her place and we had about two drinks each. We started talking about
a variety of things and one of them was Veteran's day. So then she
began talking about her father and how much she loved him. After a
few subject changes and a little time I decided to give her an early
valentine's gift, a monogram wax sealer for our wedding invitations.
She was very happy and then she wanted to sit up on the bed. This
caused her to get a little dizzy and so I came over to her to see
if she needed assistance. That is when all hell broke loose. I have
never experienced anything like it before and I hope I never do again.
She had gotten a sudden flash of remembering her childhood. She started
screaming, flailing around and trying to hurt me and herself. I had
no idea what was going on, but after a bit she calmed down and just
sobbed saying, "you won't let him touch me again will you, it
hurts so much." I nearly hit the floor. I asked her if she meant
her father and she started screaming and thrashing around again. Somewhere
in the next six hours of this episode I talked to some little girl
trapped inside and another who would only say that she wanted him
dead and herself to die. This scared me many times and I wanted to
call for help, but she seemed TERRIFIED of someone else knowing. The
worst part is that sometimes she thought I was him coming to get her
and the fear in her eyes was unbearable. Finally at seven in the morning
all of a sudden my girl came back to me. I absolutely saw the difference
in her eyes and could hear it in her voice.
I convinced her to see a doctor and she is going this week and I am
going to see someone to see how I can help her. I wanted to thank
you because there was a section in your site, "Spa" and
it mentioned a teddybear and keeping it close. She has a very old
ragged teddy bear that she refuses to part with. She even feels better
sometimes going to sleep holding it rather than me, which I really
don't mind. I thought that the teddy bear was old and not necessary
so I had tried to convince her to get rid of it. I REALIZE now just
what it means!!! And I feel terrible for having ever tried to convince
her to get rid of it. I appreciated being able to read all these stories
and they are helping me to understand a little bit more about what
she is going through. Take care and wish us luck healing the wounds.
Sincerely, Brian
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