Recently released from non optional care for ptsd episode. Ama

Rebarcock.

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Hey yall,
Friday I blacked out. I didn't come to until Sunday. Delerium PTSD.
I drove down to sign some legal papers in Mt pleasant. Had some hard ass flashes. I was able to make it home. I had rented a vehicle. Upon taking the vehicle back to enterprise I slipped in to a scary state. I planted the vehicle in a ditch. I don't remember anything after getting home. I kinda came to Sunday morning I think in a behavioral facility.

It sucked but all in all I'm ok w it. I finally have some people to help me get my head right. I've need this help since 2019. I'm a dumb fucking steel man. I wouldn't ask for help and never let anyone really know what was going on w me.
This place is probably where I've most honest about my shit. But anyway.
AMA
saw a couple full on Tweekers, one girl full on mental but she was sweet. I gave her my oreos and got nothing.
Anyway. I'll keep yall posted on my journey.
I'm on my way from Columbia (mental health center) back to the beach now.
Fire away
 
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Hey yall,
Friday I blacked out. I didn't come to until Sunday. Delerium PTSD.
I drove down to sign some legal papers in Mt pleasant. Had some hard ass flashes. I was able to make it home. I had rented a vehicle. Upon taking the vehicle back to enterprise I slipped in to a scary state. I planted the vehicle in a ditch. I don't remember anything after getting home. I kinda came to Sunday morning I think in a behavioral facility.

It sucked but all in all I'm ok w it. I finally have some people to help me get my head right. I've need this help since 2019. I'm a dumb fucking steel man. I wouldn't ask for help and never let anyone really know what was going on w me.
This place is probably where I've most honest about my shit. But anyway.
AMA
saw a couple full on Tweekers, one girl full on mental but she was sweet. I gave her my oreos and got nothing.
Anyway. I'll keep yall posted on my journey.
I'm on my way from Columbia (mental health center) back to the beach now.
Fire away
Geezuz cripes Reebz!
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Can't believe that crazy bitch didn't even offer to blow the popsicle stand.

Butt anyways, bloody surprised to learn you was a junkie.
We gotta get you off that Oreos shit man.
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Hey yall,
Friday I blacked out. I didn't come to until Sunday. Delerium PTSD.
I drove down to sign some legal papers in Mt pleasant. Had some hard ass flashes. I was able to make it home. I had rented a vehicle. Upon taking the vehicle back to enterprise I slipped in to a scary state. I planted the vehicle in a ditch. I don't remember anything after getting home. I kinda came to Sunday morning I think in a behavioral facility.

It sucked but all in all I'm ok w it. I finally have some people to help me get my head right. I've need this help since 2019. I'm a dumb fucking steel man. I wouldn't ask for help and never let anyone really know what was going on w me.
This place is probably where I've most honest about my shit. But anyway.
AMA
saw a couple full on Tweekers, one girl full on mental but she was sweet. I gave her my oreos and got nothing.
Anyway. I'll keep yall posted on my journey.
I'm on my way from Columbia (mental health center) back to the beach now.
Fire away
Dang man, glad you are feeling better
 
Geezuz cripes Reebz!
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Can't believe that crazy bitch didn't even offer to blow the popsicle stand.

Butt anyways, bloody surprised to learn you was a junkie.
We gotta get you off that Oreos shit man.
I iderstand I was talking 1000mph w full on southern marble mouth. The only words that emts cops tow truck guy and family could understand from me was FUCK OFF. I said that very clearly. To everyone. A lot
 
Geezuz cripes Reebz!
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Can't believe that crazy bitch didn't even offer to blow the popsicle stand.

Butt anyways, bloody surprised to learn you was a junkie.
We gotta get you off that Oreos shit man.
I mean it was 2 oreo packages and a bag of BBQ lays. I mean it is in the name of the chips! Truthfully that girl was super disturbed. I hope she can get better.
 
Put that crack pipe down!

Ok, being serious, have you considered that the Grand Dragon's have changed their official hood supplier. Maybe you had a bad reaction when you were on someone's lawn
I didn't make it to the lawn. Read it again. The fucking ditch caught me!
I don't remember it at all. My brother in law told me what I did most of the 2.5 hr ride home. Not my finest moment but there is still humor to be found.
 
This is Groks explanation of what I have going on. I'm not nearly as severe as what is said by Grok but this is what my neurologist told me 6-7 months ago. I thought I could do it alone. Wrong as fuck

Dissociative fugue is a rare psychological condition where a person suddenly loses access to their personal memories and sense of identity, often accompanied by unexpected travel or wandering. It’s classified as a subtype of dissociative amnesia in the DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), meaning it’s fundamentally about memory loss tied to dissociation—a disconnection from one’s thoughts, feelings, or sense of self. The "fugue" part comes from the Latin word for "flight," reflecting the physical and mental escape that defines it.
Here’s how it works: someone in a dissociative fugue might, out of the blue, leave their home or routine life, travel somewhere else—sometimes across towns or even countries—and not remember who they are or how they got there. They might seem normal to others, functioning day-to-day, but they’ve lost autobiographical memory (like their name, family, or past). In some cases, they’ll assume a new identity entirely, unaware it’s not their original one. The memory lapse isn’t due to drugs, injury, or typical forgetfulness—it’s a psychological response, usually triggered by extreme stress or trauma, like abuse, war, or a natural disaster.
For example, picture a person who, after a devastating event, walks away from their life, boards a bus, and ends up 200 miles away. Days or weeks later, they "snap out" of it, confused, with no recollection of their old home or the journey. The fugue state can last hours to months, and when it ends, they might not recall what happened during it, though pre-fugue memories often return.
It’s not the same as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), where multiple identities persist over time—fugue is typically a one-off episode, though it can recur. Experts think it’s the mind’s way of protecting itself, hitting a reset button when reality gets too overwhelming. Diagnosis is tricky; doctors rule out physical causes (like seizures) or other mental health conditions first. Treatment often involves therapy to process the underlying trauma once the person "comes back."
Does that clarify it for you? Let me know if you want more details!
 
The Dr's thought I was having seizures but that isn't it imo. I hadn't told anyone the entire truth til Monday. It is scary but fixable.


Yall please ask and I'll answer. I'm hoping this thread can possibly help another person out there struggling and scared.
Some of you fuckers kbow who you are and have had to bury the burdens deep. As men we do this. It always worked fine for me til it didn't. Trauma is trauma. The old ways aren't always the right ways.
My intention is to document here my ride on this train. If anyone needs to dm me please do. I'm not trained to help but I'm a friend to all and I want all of us to be well. I know we all struggle. If you can't out it here dm me. No one is an island. That is my biggest take away from the past week. I need help. Help found me. I got lucky I didn't kill someone.

Some of the posting yall joke about with me (and is funny) and my incoherent ramblings were when I was really full blown struggling.
But what makes a board better than tit's and a little mental illness? 😆
 
The Dr's thought I was having seizures but that isn't it imo. I hadn't told anyone the entire truth til Monday. It is scary but fixable.


Yall please ask and I'll answer. I'm hoping this thread can possibly help another person out there struggling and scared.
Some of you fuckers kbow who you are and have had to bury the burdens deep. As men we do this. It always worked fine for me til it didn't. Trauma is trauma. The old ways aren't always the right ways.
My intention is to document here my ride on this train. If anyone needs to dm me please do. I'm not trained to help but I'm a friend to all and I want all of us to be well. I know we all struggle. If you can't out it here dm me. No one is an island. That is my biggest take away from the past week. I need help. Help found me. I got lucky I didn't kill someone.

Some of the posting yall joke about with me (and is funny) and my incoherent ramblings were when I was really full blown struggling.
But what makes a board better than tit's and a little mental illness? 😆
I’ll check in more tomorrow
 
Just out here living man. I'm being open and honest about some real shit is all. I'm not looking for pity. More support/let anyone out there know there is help. The hardest thing to do was ask for help.

My brother(angel) has gotten me from the dumps a bunch. Apparently this time I asked him to take me to the hospital. I don't remember it at all. He told me today it was one of his happiest moments. For the past 6 yrs I wouldn't accept help. I just tried to manage it. I couldn't admit my mind was broken. It is scary. Very vulnerable. I'm scared but ot in a bad way anymore. I actually have hope. I see counseling/therapy/Dr on the 31st and 3rd. Tomorrow I'm going to try to find a ptsd support group.
 
Fugue state?

Sounds like you were cooking meth in the deserts of New Mexico
If I did I have zero recollection.

One day I came to and I was driving in Florida w both my dogs on a Sunday afternoon. I made it to work Monday and no one ever found out. 1st time I've told anyone this.
It's weird. I'll have flashes then I get emotional and then I go blank. Hours later it is like fog burning off the swamp while duck hunting. All of a sudden everything is clear and I'm like wtf just happened. Then I spend hours trying to figure out what I did.

The craziest shit is when I meet people again and I don't recall them. But they treat me like we've been friends for years. That shit is really hard to understand. I apparently hung out w a dude and his family. Went boating and fishing and I cooked it all up for dinner. It was a great time and I dazzled everyone. I don't remember a single frame of it.
Dude is still a friend. But I still dance around our becoming friends. I'll call him o ce I figure this shit out some more. He definitely knew something was off when I was like who the fu k are you and how do you know me and my dog?
 
This is Groks explanation of what I have going on. I'm not nearly as severe as what is said by Grok but this is what my neurologist told me 6-7 months ago. I thought I could do it alone. Wrong as fuck

Dissociative fugue is a rare psychological condition where a person suddenly loses access to their personal memories and sense of identity, often accompanied by unexpected travel or wandering. It’s classified as a subtype of dissociative amnesia in the DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), meaning it’s fundamentally about memory loss tied to dissociation—a disconnection from one’s thoughts, feelings, or sense of self. The "fugue" part comes from the Latin word for "flight," reflecting the physical and mental escape that defines it.
Here’s how it works: someone in a dissociative fugue might, out of the blue, leave their home or routine life, travel somewhere else—sometimes across towns or even countries—and not remember who they are or how they got there. They might seem normal to others, functioning day-to-day, but they’ve lost autobiographical memory (like their name, family, or past). In some cases, they’ll assume a new identity entirely, unaware it’s not their original one. The memory lapse isn’t due to drugs, injury, or typical forgetfulness—it’s a psychological response, usually triggered by extreme stress or trauma, like abuse, war, or a natural disaster.
For example, picture a person who, after a devastating event, walks away from their life, boards a bus, and ends up 200 miles away. Days or weeks later, they "snap out" of it, confused, with no recollection of their old home or the journey. The fugue state can last hours to months, and when it ends, they might not recall what happened during it, though pre-fugue memories often return.
It’s not the same as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), where multiple identities persist over time—fugue is typically a one-off episode, though it can recur. Experts think it’s the mind’s way of protecting itself, hitting a reset button when reality gets too overwhelming. Diagnosis is tricky; doctors rule out physical causes (like seizures) or other mental health conditions first. Treatment often involves therapy to process the underlying trauma once the person "comes back."
🤔...Dr Grok may be onto something there.
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Does that clarify it for you?
Yeah hard, butt....
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...I always thought you was a retard, ninja.

Let me know if you want more details!
Any idea how many fight clubs RebarDurden. might've set up so far?

 
🤔...Dr Grok may be onto something there.

Yeah hard, butt....
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...I always thought you was a retard, ninja.


Any idea how many fight clubs RebarDurden. might've set up so far?


I love you man. No homo. Maybe a little but not alot
I think it was @Viking that coined Retardcock. Which I felt was a humorous because it is true nickname
 
Are you at grand strand? Have another friend that is having a kidney stone removed there today at 2?
Yeah. He had back surgery. Got a uti and thrush and fluid build up. They are getting ready to drain and clean wound. He is better today than yesterday but still not well at all.
He is going to the 6th floor for extended term care. Like 2-3 weeks. He is a fucking handful when he is hurt. Im definitelymy fathers son.
That’s just a normal Tuesday night for @Rebarcock. — seriously bro, take care of yourself. 🙏
I am bruddah! I have a social worker who put me on ptsd support groups and 2 med appts next week. I didn't sleep for shit last night but feel great. I'm really lucky I have such a great family. I never had any fucking reason to hide my problems. They all made that clear.
As weird as it seems God hooked me up again and bailed my dumbass out. All glory to God yall
 
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Yeah. He had back surgery. Got a uti and thrush and fluid build up. They are getting ready to drain and clean wound. He is better today than yesterday but still not well at all.
He is going to the 6th floor for extended term care. Like 2-3 weeks. He is a fucking handful when he is hurt. Im definitelymy fathers son.
I am bruddah! I have a social worker who put me on ptsd support groups and 2 med appts next week. I didn't sleep for shit last night but feel great. I'm really lucky I have such a great family. I never had any fucking reason to hide my problems. They all made that clear.
As weird as it seems God hooked me up again and bailed my dumbass out. All glory to God yall
my envy may be seething rn but that's my path of no dad.
u just keep being the man ur father created.
God will show all of the reasons why this time around.
 

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