In High School, my boyfriend died in a car accident. The next day I went to school with the teddy bear he gave me, and was called over dramatic for the next 4 years.
I already had PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from previous experiences and nobody knew how I felt. Nobody had to sit in school thinking the things I did, and nobody understood, or cared to understand.When I graduated High School I went to college for Human Services.
I did an internship as a counselor and learned a lot of techniques to handle my PTSD and still live a normal everyday life.I never talked to anybody in HS about my PTSD, I always assumed nobody cared.
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