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The moment I accepted that I had PTSD was
one day my nephew,
I asked him for the password
to the internet or something, it was something silly,
and I don't even know if I said it loud enough
for him to hear it and he just walked on by me,
and I got very angry.
I started yelling at him.
I love my nephews to death.
I've never raised my voice to them.
That day I did and my mom came in
and started telling me to leave them alone.
I don't know if she moved her hands
to tell me to just leave and take a break
and go somewhere else,
but I grabbed her arms
and I basically disrespected my mom.
After that, she was, you know was scared
and she kicked me out of the house.
A month, I was living in my car for about a month.
That's when I started realizing
that maybe I needed to get help.