... do they mesh somehow and become one and the same, with different avenues of expression? I wonder this today, after more than three weeks of intense, constant activity (for me, anyway) ... and a novel (as in: new) surging of inflammatory alarms.
The ordinary is often overwhelming for people who have experienced trauma ... so the ordinary effects us in ways that can seem utterly bizarre.
I shared a beautiful Christmas with my cherished relatives ... and I seem to be paying for it now. Last summer, I consulted with a haematologist and received a diagnosis of thrombocytopenia -- a loss of platelets in the blood. My platelet volume is about a third of what it should be; this, along with other bodily anomalies that have been arising, have made me wonder about a link between chronic post-traumatic distress (CPTD -- my own acronym for the injury) and autoimmune / inflammatory illness. My intuition quickly and immediately linked the two ...
One of trauma's tenacious aftermaths is a hyper-aroused central nervous system ... and autoimmune illness is, in one way, considered a body at war with itself. The immune system is hyper-aroused and loses its power to discern what is truly an invader and what is not.
The brain, thus all the body's regulatory and moderating systems, functions in CPTD in a constant state of alarm.
I've asked two doctors, both of whom I like and respect, if they believe there's such a link. They both said "No."
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