I can’t ever trust the mental health team again.

I only trust the psychiatrist who triggered the PTSD attacks in me.

Steve Cargill I don’t trust. You cannot trust some men. They take your trauma and leave you sitting there rocking in your room for months, dissociating, going into flashbacks of intense fear.

At least Ernest Hemingway understood me. I like being alone. I don’t think they understand what it’s like to have a catastrophic personality change in 2018 and then have to relive all your traumatic events.

My GP knows. But then they’ve always said the mental health team haven’t been that good.

The only person there who can be trusted is my psychiatrist. At least he wanted to help me.

I’ve had to put in a complaint so it doesn’t happen to anyone else as I can’t even watch a film and they should know what DESNOS is, now known as CPTSD.

I can only express myself. I don’t know why they’ve done that. I was honest and open with them. It just showed me you can’t trust them. Especially some men.


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