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The Wild Edge of Love Part 10
The Winter Wouldn’t End
Provisional hearing…check!
Child support coming…check!
Mediation over…check!
Because we had to use the superior court, we had to wait 5 more months to get into the court room. May 10th was the date set by the court and agreed upon by all parties. As the day came closer and closer, I realized how ill- equipped my neurological system was for it. I was constantly shaking, my heart-rate was playing games again, and my eyes were once again, regressing to pre-PTSD therapy days.
I was terrified, to say the least. Here, after giving the best years of my life to a man who didn’t give a shit about me, I had nothing left for myself. I could get out of bed. I could do some work. But the thought of spreading myself even more thinly put me in a really bad place. But no one got it. No one ever got it.
As I drove into work one day, the words, “accommodations for PTSD in the courtroom” came to my mind. Yes, it was a God thing. I promptly searched and found a PowerPoint training courts in trauma informed care and the ADA’s recommendations. I sent them all to my friend, a psychologist, and then to my lawyer. I called up to another psychologist friend and got scheduled for a diagnostic appointment. I felt like things might work out and I might be okay being…
