I feel this is my last chance for help!

After having had a stalker, last year (almost to the day) people told me that I had ptsd. And that I needed to "get over it" That is a
quote from my (former) boss at the time. Her insensitivity to the
situation that happened at her place of buisness ( I also lived in an apartment owned by her and her husband) caused me to quit. The stalker also worked at the same place on a different shift. We
became friends through someone else that worked there. I at the
time was a single mother, trying to cope with an ex who was at
the time still on drugs and coming into my home, having violent outbursts about us being apart. In front of my child. I did not think it was a bad idea to have a male "friend" He seemed very gentle and patient. And I was obviously in no need of a romantic relationship. Over the course of the friendship I had to tell him several times I was not interested in him or anyone. That I had serious problems that could take me years to overcome. He, being 45 years old, didn't think he had the time, even if i was interested.
I finally had to tell him not to come back. My sons father had been clean for 5 months, and I felt I owed it to him to let him have a relationship with his son and be on amicable terms with me. Of course Mr. Stalker did not like this. And I began to see the real him. Then I found out from neibours that he had been creeping around my house for at least a month before that. ( She had only lived there for a month) Eventually, all of the stress and confusion,
combined with the fact that I had known my sons father for 15 years, and he was now acting normal, drove me back to him. Now the stalker is gone ( at least I think) but things still arent great. I lost that apartment, had to quit that job, ( because my boss kicked me out of my apartment and sided with the stalker) And am now finally not in a total state of worry every time I step outside. For a year I could not go any where without looking over my shoulder. Not that its ended now, I just dont feel that way as much. I am afraid to make friends, because all the friends I did have I worked
with and none of them care to make contact with me now. If this was the only cause of ptsd I might be able to "get over it" however, I was raped at 16 (my first sexual experience) and several times after I woke up to find another man fondling me in my sleep, and i am a heavy sleeper, I'm lucky(or am I?) that I even woke up. Not to mention the abusive relationships, the drug addicted partners, and my parents who fought all night and all day
long until they divorced not once, but twice. The first time I was 3,
the second I was nine. So I assume that I may very well have post traumatic stress,I also have sex issues, (like it rarely sounds like fun to me.) I have no money to get help, and I feel I am doomed for this stuff to keep happening. My partner, who now thinks he has impulse control issues, is again buying drugs behind my back(me being the bill payer) and lying about it. So he continues to encourage more stress. And I am trying to raise a 4 year old through this entire mess. And believe me I worry about him more than I do myself, because at this point, I'm used to it, the shaking the panic, the depression, the paranoia. I don't want him to end up the male version of me when he gets older. And that ball is already rolling. If ANYONE has any thoughts, feelings, or advice for me, please respond. Ive needed help for a long time and I feel like this is my only chance.

Thank you so much for your belief in me. Kind words can go a long
way. Honestly, it is my belief that jail doesn't help a whole lot of
people, especially the addict. I guess as far as he's concerned, I
just want to help him get better. He isn't doing it (heroin, and any
narcotic substance) much anymore. The trouble is really that every
few weeks, when he gives into the urge, he lies about it, until my
highly empathetic mind catches on and will not let go until I hear the truth. When he's not a severe drug addict( weekly plus) he
does not have as many anger issues. They're still there, just not as obvious. I know I probably sound like the typical battered wife making excuses, however, I just want to paint an accurate picture here. I was trying to help myself, so I didn't really elaborate on the situation as it is now. He does work, for the same restaurant he did when he was doing it more than once every day. ( My son and I lived alone at the time due to this ) Its a bar/restaurant and not very productive to his staying clean. He says he has an impulse controll problem, He doesn't feel bad until after he does it. Really sometimes I wish I could find a way to leave again. Financially, I'm
sort of stuck. He may keep me stuck, by not giving me enough money to pay bills, so I have nothing to put back. Not only that but
because I quit my job last summer and was unemployed while I was moving, my mom had to guarantor my apartment, and a dear
old man who was my former neighbour did the same for my utilities. The bills add up to almost twice what I make. I have been
taking a correspondance course for art, that has proved to be hard to complete because of the past 2 years turmoil. And I was just accepted into the university here for the fall. My whole family lives in Indiana. I am in Montana. And my partner is all I have here besides my son. As for those friends, I worked there for 3 years. And some of them I felt close to. Many of them started acting differently towards me when I put in my two week notice. And at
Christmas I sent a couple of them cards, with a note explaining what I was doing, and how I'd like to see them. Complete with phone number, address and e-mail. Noone bothered to contact me at all. I also, two months after I quit, had an art show at the bakery I worked at. Brave huh? They all work there and noone even showed up to my opening. I sat there, the culmination of my childhood dream, alone. My partner was there, however, taking care of my son, and outside most of the time. Anyway, I just wanted to clear things up here. I don't feel like I am in danger. I feel this is my last resort only to prevent what I went through in the past, and to help myself recover those things which I cannot let go of. What I believe I need is someone to talk to who is not involved in my situation. Support, advice, an online friend? Your kind words go a long way. My life is so complex right now, It will take months to unravel it all. Thanks to whoever is reading this and writes me back.