I share my experience with PTSD with dissociation at a severe level because I want to let others know they are not alone. I have no military experience. My combat zone was called home and neighborhood. The area I lived was considered a “good” neighborhood with plenty of doctors, lawyers and teachers. The worse abuser of them all was a neighbor who happened to be a university professor. He was smart and considered a pillar of the community. His specialty was hurting children, a lot of children. I was not his only victim. I was easily available due to parental neglect and the belief we lived in a “good” neighborhood. I am thankful to the counselor that spent 7 years teaching me how to live like a real person. It was toughest thing I ever did. About 6 years into counseling my therapist asked if I would rather be a pioneer in one of the unlucky groups that suffered greatly or do counseling. I told him I would make it easy, “I would rather have cancer again.” I had cancer before counseling. I knew the difference first hand. I write and share what I have learned. Before I could cope, I first had to accept I had PTSD now referred to CPTSD since the abuse was long term over many years. Then I needed to learn coping skills. We are not born knowing how to interact with other people. It is a learned skill. As coping became a part of my life, I pushed on into thriving thankful that my counselor told me at the very beginning of my journey, “I don’t want you to just survive, I want you to thrive.” I didn’t know what thriving meant. However, I set it as my goal. I like thriving. I want to share the awesomeness with others.