Spacial: The PTSD was brought on by years of physical, emotional and mental abuse, attempted sexual abuse and, well, let's just say 30% of my body is scar tissue and I have joint and back injuries from it. Warning, going to get slightly detailed here, but I don't mind saying it because I have nothing to be ashamed of, I've not the one who did this to me.
My father was highly controlling, believing if he couldn't raise me to be the daughter he wanted that he'd beat me into it, any time I showed anything beside perfect, submissive obedience he'd attack me, degrade me, throw knives, dishes, tools, whatever was in his grasp at me, thankfully I was pretty good at ducking and dodging but still, there's a few time I ended up with a steak knife in my arm from blocking it, better it hit the arm than the face. He's degrade me if I refused to clean up after his messes, after all, he made the damned mess, I wasn't a maid but he expected me to act like one, like some damned slave and would beat me when I wouldn't listen to him. If I spoke in public I got yelled at, if I disagreed with him I got yelled at or hit, if I didn't act 'ladylike' (I f***ing HATE that word) I'd get attacked. I don't mean simple things like being whipped, I mean being punched wherever he could hit me, choked, thrown to the ground and stomped on, thrown out of a window once (Thankfully my back healed from that), chased down by him in his truck until I ducked into the woods or scrambled up a tree, had guns pointed at me so many times it isn't even funny, being locked outside at night in just my underwear, trying to sleep and being woken up by fists, beaten and verbally assaulted until 3am when I had to be up for school at 6, and they wondered why I fell asleep in class. Then getting beaten more because I was failing when I couldn't even stay awake in class. He refused to bring me to get medical attention for my injuries so, well, I guess I'm really lucky I avoided any broken bones, I don't know how I did but I did, or maybe some did get broken and I couldn't tell cause everything else hurt anyways, I honestly don't know there, I know my joints are permanently damaged from it all though. He attempted to rape me once but he didn't succeed, thankfully I was 16 at that time and not exactly tiny or weak, so I was able to incapacitate him, lucky hit I think, but it still worked. He kept making sexual comments towards me when I matured, that was just sickening, pissed me off to no end. That was my 'childhood', ->-bleeped-<- like that leaves some pretty deep scars, emotionally, physically and psychologically, that's what my PTSD is from, thankfully I know my triggers, hell, my hands shake just typing this but I've faced those memories many times before, so long as I don't focus on the vivid details I can handle it.
So, yea, my PTSD is pretty bad, a whole childhood like that will do that to a person, but I survived, it was hell but I survived, that's what's important, that's what I keep telling myself to keep myself pushing forward, after surviving that, there's not too much that I can't face, blessing and a curse maybe? Hell to go through and scars that still haunt me, but it gives me the strength to go one as well knowing that nothing I face is going to be worse than that. There's worse things out there, yea, but it's highly unlikely I'll meet up with anything worse than that hell. Basically, he wanted a submissive, obedient, traditionally stereotypical little girl but that's not what he got so he tried to beat me into being what he wanted, and it didn't work.
I've more or less come to terms with that past, but the disorder doesn't listen to reason, I still get some flashbacks but I've managed to control them to a point, I become a trembling, scatter brained, emotional wreak, but I don't fully out freak out and break down anymore, hey, it's progress. I have wondered about if transitioning would help my mood swings some, I mean, one of my triggers is when I start feeling/thinking about how I feel trapped, I feel defenseless and stuck and it spirals to depression, I think that's something I'll certainly have to keep active notes on during the process, to see what kind of effect it has on my mood swings.
Gothique11: Sounds like I may need to go the two docs route, though my disorders I've come to grips with, learned methods of coping, have them under control to a degree, it is likely I'll need help with them during the time of transition, or at the least to keep track of them during transition to see any improvements or worsening. I already tell people I'm half crazy, the other half I don't admit. . .yea, I know, bad joke.