Living with PTSD

 I was raped when i was ten years old by my best friends dad. A day does not go by that i am not reminded of him. The smell of his cologne, the look of his hair, the way he laughed, the way he cleared his throat, the feel of his hand. A stranger comes up to me and touches me, a man walks past me, a student in one of my classes. Things that shouldn't affect me do...more than you will ever understand. I have nightmares every night and wake up crying because of this man. I relive this every day of my life and no one cares. I feel like no one really understands the extent of how this affects me. I feel so alone because no one in my family cares and thinks i am just trying to get sympathy. I find it so difficult to even get up in the morning. I just feel like giving up someone please help me...
XO-WB