My PTSD is very similar to yours. My husband and I were in a terrible car accident. We rolled our Expedition 7 times...I was driving. We had a double blow out and my husband's upper body went through the passenger window and he hit the pavement and eventually the field as we rolled. I can't really go to far into it because talking about it brings back problems..but lets say he was life flighted. We were both hurt...and stayed in Austin, Texas for six months recovering. The doctors call him the Million Dollar Man because that's what it cost to get him well enough to come back to Houston. The guilt of driving when we had the accident..the trauma...the horror...everything resulted in me having PTSD. I remember everything very clearly...that's the problem..every rolll of the car...I counted them..not being able to find my cell phone...the mercy of strangers helping us...and the 19 days in critical for my husband..the hospital after and rehab. It has been a while since the accident and still if I think of it...or something reminds me of it I have flashbacks...and they're not memories..I'm back in the car ..or hospital..wherever reliving that time. My husband had multiple injuries..one being head trauma..he doen't remember leaving home...he says he's blessed. No way....does Jodi have PTSD..no way.
This is the first time I've read my own story from someone else. Your story is much like mine but the effects are mine. I can't express how sorry I am that you have the disease of reliving one of the worst days of your entire life.
I was the passenger in my mother's little suv, I asked her to come out with me and then we would go to lunch. We were on the highway when a monster coming the other direction was (by witness statements) fooling around for miles, once he hit the highway he put the petal to the floor, went out of control, crossed the middle divider and hit us head on. We were going highway speed, he was going faster.
It was a serious impact. The front of our vehicles didn't exist anymore. Witnesses say our car did a 180 in the air.
My mother, my rock, my best friend was trapped inside the car, we couldn't breathe very well, see very well but all I could think about was my mother dying. I was awake for every moment of it and I couldn't see how her body could sustain what it was going through. All we could do was hold hands and wait for rescue which, my god takes forever.
The kid who hit us went unconscious so he doesn't remember a thing. I did though, I saw him coming. I watched him weaving those few seconds and knew there was nothing we could do. Like Travis said it's amazing how many thoughts go through your mind in just seconds. So I didn't scream, I calmly told my mom to hold on and covered my face becuase I knew the airbag would go off and I was afraid of what it would feel like.
It didn't matter, the impact was so bad it shattered the teeth in your mouth. We stretched the seat belts. I had never broken a bone in my life and it left with with a body full of broken bones. I was in a wheel chair for a long time. Physical Therapy was a regular part of my life. Every. Single. Day.
It's been years now and my mom is disabled for life. My bones healed but my mind never has. My guilt never has. I get therapy with this amazing woman but she tells it like it is. It's always with you. Everyone is different as to healing time. When something very traumatic happens it's not just your mind but your body that remembers it.
Since I could not move my own body out of the car I have nightmares that our car caught fire and we burn inside of it. I have dreams that I am dying in a car and I am being pulled out of my body into death. And I'm watching the same for my mom but I have no hands anymore to grab her so I don't lose her.
Today even after all these years I can not sit as a passenger with out having issues. They MUST drive all the way to the right. Hug the right line. I still have flash backs, I can smell the airbags, my mind keeps replaying the 100 different ways I can die at that moment by using what I am seeing.
It's exhausting. PTSD is an injury that never goes away.
I am disgusted and full of rage that Jodi is playing this PTSD card when it was her hands that pulled Travis out of his body. My nightmares of death came true for that man and the evil who did it is sitting in a court room like an injured puppy.
All of you who suffer with this. You have my thoughts and prayers....and tears.