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  1. Ok so I posted a tiny bit and I didn't die. So far. My anxiety has been high, so my body definitely thinks it's going to die, but it's a false alarm. I haven't been sleeping well at all. Even with an as needed anxiety med, and a sleeping pill, and some bedtime tea, and some CBD oil. Don't worry, I didn't overdo it. Just one of each. I just want to pass the fuck out and turn my brain off for a while. Writing what I did made me remember a few things, like the glass pudding dishes. Like how I knew the taste of my mother's fury when I was so very little. It tasted like a penny in my mouth. That was probably because getting backhanded often also lead to getting a split lip. Her temper was the taste of my blood. No wonder I fucking hate her so much. If you asked me three months ago, do I hate her? I would have said no, I just don't want to have anything to do with her. She hasn't earned the right to be in my life. This is why my kids never knew her as a grandma. But now... Now I guess some things were festering. I feel like a shitty person because I honestly wouldn't be sad if karma caught up to her. I don't want her to suffer a long agonizing death, per se... I just wouldn't think the world would be a worse place without her in it. For a very long time I held all the anger in. I didn't want her to do anything but ADMIT that she believed me. I mean for fucks sake she walked in on him touching me so many times. How could she deny it? Then after my Daughter was born I moved back to the state I grew up in. We were going to be within 30 miles of her. I knew I had to confront her. For the sake of my kids. I had to draw a clear line. (Though looking back on it now, damn near 20 years later, I had grounds to cut ties with her based solely on the physical abuse alone.) But I was young, and hopeful thatshe'd somehow want to change. So we met for coffee. Just a small tourist diner, the lot was filled with trucks pulling fishing boats. I walk in and see her and the waitress comes over and says "oh wow, this must be RR, well you've grown haven't you." The irony is that my mom picked this place because she wanted someplace not in her small town and not in mine. I think she was hoping to not know anyone. The second irony is that aside from having hair the same colorbut several shades darker than hers, we look very much alike. There is no denying the family connection. Not at all. So I tell her that absolutely my stepdad (the one from the previous post, yup I called him my dad in that one- I didn't know he was my stepdad until I was 18) is not allowed to have any contact with my children. None. She gets huffy about this. I say if she wants to come see them she's welcome to come to my place and see them. It's not who you trust with your kids that matters, it's who they trust. She gets pissy cuz she knows I just implied she might allow them to be eaten by a pack of wolves. She says "what do you want me to do RR? Go home and kill him and spend the rest of my life in jail?" I say " don't be ridiculous, I just want you to believe me." "And if I believe you, then what? Huh? I go home and kick him out and spend the rest of my life alone? I'm not going to do that to myself." The place was about half full. Not too busy. I remember my face felt hot. She chose him over me so many times. Sacrificed my innocence to keep him in her life. She knew that any decent person who believed the truth would be morally obligated to act. She knew. And she was deliberately chosing to remain in denial. She knew the truth. She knew the truth! I stood up and pulled out my wallet and fumbled around for a 5. I was shaking. Finally I said, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. "Ok, well I hope you have fun sleeping with a child molester for the rest of your life!!" And turned around and walked past the waitress, handed her the money, and walked out to my car. I was shaking. I was so mad. Not that I ever had any doubts about how she felt about me. I was a nuisance. I was the unwanted surprise baby. I was her bastard firstborn. I somehow drove through my tears and then I thought, "that was cruel, I can't just leave it like that" so I pulled off. She was driving behind me and pulled up a few car lengths behind me when she saw me pull over. I got out of my car and she got out of her truck and we were both crying. She came over and have me a hug and I said "I'm sorry mom" "I know, I know" "I love you" "I love you too" "But I'm not going to let you hurt me anymore. Goodbye" She stiffened and turned and walked back to her truck. She drove off around me, back home to him, the one she chose. I sat there in my car crying for a long time, until I finally told myself to suck it up. Then I drove home to my babies. The thing about it is I had a head injury like 10 years after this confrontation with my mother. My memory for certain things anymore is just shit. I can't remember what I ate for breakfast, where I left something. I always have to write down my to do list or I'll forget half of it. Before I had a decent memory. But now, not so much. Why couldn't the part of my brain that got damaged have been the part that remembers the smell of my mother's lipstick as he smeared it on my lips, the taste of his tongue in my mouth? The smell of safeguard soap and old spice after shave? The sound of him brushing off his foot with his hand before he put his socks and boots on? Why couldn't that memory have been the one erased in a car wreck? RR
  2. Thegr8ful


    Good Afternoon, I just joined this group and i'm brand new to all of this. I'm dealing with child sexual abuse i have pushed these memories down and only realized it till a couple years ago. Now its constantly on my mind. I'm having bad flashbacks and nightmares a lot. My PTSD is making me so irritable towards my wife (i'm gay) i feel like i'm ruining my marriage by the symptoms i'm having. Im just having a hard time with this issue. If you guys have any advice i would love it. Thank you for listening, theGr8ful
  3. It's june already.. my birthday just around the corner.. i don't know what to do.. how to deal with my trauma... i was raped a week after my birthday.. my trauma already come out and haunted my days.. i don't have anyone to talk to.. imsomnia .. depression.. I don't wanna talk to my family.. they don't even believe me.. how will i cope with this situations.... 😭😭😭 Lately i can't sleep.. i feel worthless.. useless.. i hate my self... i can't do this.. Anyways.. i don't have others choice .. i need to struggle.. no one will help me.. only me.. myself.. To everyone that on the same situation with me.. u guys can do it.. even no one trust us.. keep fighting . And never give up.. how hard it is... P/s trying to help myself.. 💔💔
  4. After silence

    I need help

    Urm.. i don't what to say.. but i guess i need help.. 😢 i need someone... listen to my story.. how hurts i am.. i just can't take it anymore.. i have no one to talk to.. about what happen to me.. 😢😢 Even my family don't believe me.. i don't know who else to believe... i never ask to be rape.. i never ask that... 😢 but no one listen to me... they put blame on me.. I hate myself.. i hate my life.. 😢 i live with trauma and depression.. and it's getting worse.. i do self harm... to getting rid of that feelings... 😢 I don't know what else to do.. i feel like wanna die.. wanna run away.. wanna dissapear... i can't take it anymore.. 😢😢 It hurts me... 😭😭😭 god.. i totally hate my life... this isn't fair... what should i do... why no one trust me???? 😢😢😭😭
  5. After silence


    Still crying.. can't get over it.... and i'm trying my best to forget it.. to move on.. Still think about suicide.. how to end it all...how to get rid of this feelings.. But somehow still manage to smile .. laugh... jokes with others.. While at 3 a.m .. 😭😭 I'm all alone.. 😢 and think.... i don't wanna live anymore.. this isn't fair.. why no one get it?? Why people put blame on me?? It's not like i wanna get that things happen to me! Why no one ever considered it.. never ask me how i feel..how i ever survive this depression anxiety all this things... I don't care how many years its gonna take.. but why.. no one believe me... it's not my fault.. i don't want all of this things to happen.. i don't want.. I wanna dissapear.. i want to forget all of this.. 😢 Sorry for my broken english.. 😭😭
  6. You need to get over it... Thats what i get when i told my parents about my mental and health issues.. about my trauma and depression.. Thats all.. i need to get over it by myself.. i don't need help.. i'm gonna be fine.. 😊 what's the point i tell them about my problems.. when they don't even care?? Well.. am i really gonna be fine?with this trauma? Depression? And anxiety?
  7. It has been some time since my last blog entry. My therapist noticed somehow in the last few months, after 18 years of therapy with him, I was somehow getting better. That I had told him more about my grandfather's sexual abuse as a child in the last few months then I had in the entire 18 years he had known me. He took no credit, my psychiatrist took no credit. I think It all boils down to activity in this site. I have opened up for the first time. And though it's just typing, I know there are warm people actually reading it. I started a dream journal, and a journal to talk to my alters. The effect of which was me meeting my alters in dreams often, having so many dreams of importance. I recognized they were of some importance, but it wasn't until I brought it to my therapist, who until this point really had no interest in dreams, that he was able to just immediately, BAM, make total sense of them. They then happened more often and more and more was coming out of my subconscious. While my psychiatrist kept insistent caution I could cause more damage than good, my therapist was ecstatic. Kind of pointing things out which made me come to realize that we had to wait these 18 years not for me to be ready, but for the alter that dealt with all the trauma to decide it was time bring some of the memories of the abuse to my consciousness. She was the one bringing those dreams and memories forward. It was her that decided it was time to start healing. She was finally ready. I had an odd dream, the last that I can recall. As my drs, and psychiatrist leaving, mother( who I am the primary caregiver for) is dying of cancer, and now my dad has inoperable kidney cancer, has caused me to go back on the high dose of my meds, essentially cutting off my dreams. The dream was 2 men came to the alter(Anna) that deals with trauma and took her away to fulfill some destiny. She was to become death to either some future or some past event. Myself and some other of the alters fought to keep her but we were no match to what took her. It felt like she was borrowed. The idea that she was coming back one day was there, but I have had no significant dreams since that dream. I hope this isn't the end. I need her around to control the flood gates. Without her, nothing new gets to me. I grew up with my mom. She grew up in a family that never showed emotion, never hugged, and she raised us that way. Since her diagnosis, I decided we are NOT going out that way and a minimum of one hug per day. She is finally opening up. I was not the only sexually abused child. Apparently, it runs in the family. In fact it seems to have run rampant in my family. It's sad. I'm sorry she had to endure this as well. apparently, my brother too, who I always had issues with was caught abusing a cousin, which makes me wonder about the mass of missing memories when I was young with him. I don't know if I should put therapy off until moms passed on, but I don't see me able to deal then, and then my therapist will retire and I will have lost every single piece of my support system. I had read somewhere to live life because there will always be some crisis going on... life sure has been that way my whole life.
  8. The wall and the mask that i made up… Start to crumbling down.. It start to breaking into pieces… And i'm afraid of it… I'm no longer myself.. i already try the best…. But i know it hard… to be strong again… I started to lose it.. Nightmare? Depression? Trauma? Anxiety.. Bulimia... i can't afford it anymore.. I can't.. Faking my smile.. faking my laugh.. faking everything…why? Why do i need to do this.. why do i need to be someone that i'm not… Why do i need to impress everyone.. They don't even care I wake up 3 am everyday.. i'm crying a lot.. i do self harm.. but theres no one with me.. theres no one comfort me.. i know theres no one .. nobody will comfort me.. help me.. through all of this…. I know i'm all alone… i know it… I took a deep breath.. close my eyes for a moment.. i need to let it go.. i must! Just for a while.. i can't.. i know i can't Tears slowly crawl down on my cheek.. I start to scream… i feel pain in my chest.. i feel a lot of burden that i need to let go.. but it didn't happen… I can't take it anymore… I grab cutter that lie on my desk.. I start to cut my wrist.. one cut.. two cut… three cut… blood start dripping on the floor… Same goes with my tears… I drop the cutter.. i start to feel weak.. My tears cant stop falling.. For a while.. i didn't feel pain... i don't feel anything Its getting harder to breath… it hurt deep inside.. its torturing me.. but i can't break free.. so i continue to crying… Why can't let me be who i am… why can't people accept me for who i am… Please.. save me from this feeling… i just wanna be free… I wanna chill out like before… i miss the old moment.. the moment that i still myself… moment i didn't become somebody else… Why everything turn complicated… why… I guess this is life.. i need to become somebody else to impress every single thing in this world… Even it making me frustrated… but i guess this is how i still can survive.. by faking everything… I wake up from my bed… throw away my comforter.. face myself in front of the mirror… even though my wrist hurt.. blood shattered everywhere… i need to continue live on.. I took a deep breath.. i smile… Yes.. i need to smile.. but then i felt something cold on my cheek… i'm crying. I hate to shed a tear… i totally hate it.. And its the moment i know i no longer can't pretend…. Its getting harder to pretend.. to survive… Suddenly i feel a vibration.. my phone ringing.. I see a notification come in.. I got message from someone… Its from someone i know… i pick up my phone and start to read what written on the chat.. "Dear… You know you are my everything.. before this i always alone... you're the one who support … help me whenever i down… i would do anything to always be with you… you know what.. you are my sunshine… you shine my day… when people shut me off.. you always there for me… " "You are worthless than anything… don't hurt yourself… please don't…even no one in this world accept you for who you are... God still there for you.. i'm also always there for you… even its hard.. even its torturing you.. smile. Please smile.. your smile brighter my day.. i know you still there.. you didn't lose yourself.. you are here with us.. come back… we misses you so much….." "But i know… you no longer here.. in this world.. with us… its been 3 month… we miss you a lot.. i.. i can't forgive myself.. for not be there while you hurting yourself... i know i'm not a good friend.. for always left you behind .. i'm sorry that i can't help you to break free from this cruel world… i'm so sorry…." " i miss you a lot…. I wish we still together… to the end… i'm sorry…. " My tears broken.. if only times can be rewind.. i wish i didn't do that stupid thing… i wish i was stronger than this.. I miss you guys too… a lot…. I'm sorry for doing all of this… i thought theres no one here for me anymore…. I'm sorry… i only can regretting all of this… I look around my bedroom.. theres a photo on my cupboard… my photo… with a letter.. That written.. " we will always love you.. we will always miss you.. rest in peace… you are not loser.. you are stronger than anyone.. you are survivor…. may God always bless you dear.." - ♡♡ Don't suicide… ♡♡
  9. After silence

    I feel empty

    Somehow.. tonight i feel kinda empty I feel like losing my ownself.. feel like wanna give up wanna end my life..
  10. After silence


    Its just another nightmare... i dream about it again.. i can see clearly his face... i can barely feel his touch... its make me sick! How can i survive like this... whenever i see my reflection on mirror... i cant see me.. the real me.. i only see the other part of me.. 😢😢😢😢
  11. PMsupertramp


    Today, I decided to share this experience. During my childhood years, I was molested three times by three different boys. While growing up, my memories were repressed but now that I'm in my adult years all of these are starting to haunt me back. Only one person knows this because I fear that everything will be in chaos if my family knows about it since one of my molesters was my cousin. This is why I'm scared too because he might come after my sisters since he visits sometimes. I am so afraid for what might happen to them because I'm away from home for my studies. I do not have the guts to tell my parents about everything because I also fear that they might not be able to take it. At this point, I don't know what to do. I'm so trapped in my thoughts and fears about everything.
  12. After silence


    Last night... I got depressed.. and cut my hand several times... lucky it doesnt blood so much.. and its not that hurt... I feel relieved and getting better after i cut my hand.. And now.. like nothing bad happen 😊 i'm smiling
  13. After silence


    Its been 2 years.. i still cant forget it. I still live in nightmares.. i'm depress.. i'm struggling.. every day... I still hate my self.. i still cant accept it. The things you have done .. leaves me with scars... i dont like memories... i hate to remember it again.. i hate to shed a tear.. I left today hating what you have done to me.. you dont just took something from me.. you took everything.. every single of me.. Every time i showered.. i cry.. i still can see what you have done.. your hands are imprinted on me... your voice still lingers in my ear.. still pounding in my head ... its a bad daydream that never ends... Your hand that choke me.. that slap me.. that touch me.. i cant forget it.. everytime its kill me.. i hate my body as much as i hate you.. i hate my eye.. my ear.. my hair.. my body.. even my voice... because of you.. its hurt me everytime i remember.. you touch me... its hurt me a lot .. everytime i know.. i am a broken girl.... This is the pain.. that no one can see.. its slowly killing me.. torture me.. killing me apart.. bit by bit.. its hurt.. its kill me inside.. Theres the day that i wanna give up.. like i wanna kill myself.. like i want to end all of this.. i am a shame.. i am a mistake.. I am nobody.. useless.. unprecious.. but i still try.. try my best. Struggling here by my side.. continue faking everything.. to see everyone beside me.. happy.. to see their smile.. their happiness.. because i love them... they everything to me... Even though i'm nothing to them.... Every night.. i still whisper the same thing.. almost 2 years... "please.. let me go.. please.. stop it.. please... " every night with my pillow full with tears.. i cant scream out loud.. i cant crying out loud.. i dont want people to know.. how broke my hearts. How hurt i am.. Because in the morning.. here i am.. smile.. laugh.. in front of your guys... Faking my another day.. my life.. just to see people around me.. smile and cheerful.. Here i am.. a survival girl.. who dying inside.. but live outside...
  14. After silence


    Trauma? Feels like you want to end your life ??
  15. I'm good at faking smile... 😊 why? Because with that i know i'm getting stronger. I dont need people to keep asking me "are you okay?" No.. because whatever happen i'll never be okay.. I'm done. I'm tired. I just need my space.. my time to be alone.. i just want to be alone. I know i'll neved getting better.. i just keep faking everything . Faking my smile my laugh my appearence.. its bettter than crying out loud but no one listening .. no one ever care.. their just keep saying... "its all your fault" its okay.. i used to live my life like this.. im fine...
  16. Im sitting up the night before my first therapy appt. (again), can't sleep so I'm reading articles from the day. I come across this https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2018/06/13/sarah-mcbride-gay-survivors-helped-launch-me-too-but-rates-lgbt-abuse-largely-overlooked/692094002/ and i felt it touched home for me. now i know i shouldn't be reading this stuff, which i didn't in a way. it was more the headline spoke to me of my situation. it wasn't long after i came out in college that my r*** happened. the people in my circle knew and were cool with it, though i will say this sorority i thought about joining was homophobic so i passed. nevertheless, for the most part i was accepted. the guy who did what he did asked me that night if it was true that i was gay then proceed to i guess prove if it was true or not. even as my previous therapist told me that is what probably happened, i still couldn't believe it, nor accept it. but seeing this headline set off a light bulb in my head. sometimes things need to be heard from more than one source before the mind can accept the truth.
  17. Hello, I am new to this group. This is my first post. I was raped 29 years ago at the age of 18. I delt with it by blaming myself for getting drunk. (Now, I know that's not true, he is the one who took from me what I did not give. He is to blame.) I never reported it, never told my parents. For reasons I can't explain, it's coming up and out now. I am feeling the pain, fear, and panic of my 18 year old self, NOW. The nice people at rape call centers didn't know what to do to help me. I am having trouble finding people like me. Who understand how and why I was able to keep all these painful feelings hidden away for so long, because they did the same thing. I'm sure there are other people like me. I hope to get help here. The help that comes from listening to other people's experiences and stories. The help that comes from hearing how someone was able to move out of the darkness into the light. I don't know how to change myself from victim to survivor. Thank you for reading this. one more thing. I am old, and I am having trouble navigating this site. If anyone has suggestions of where to look, how to look, and what to look for, I'd appreciate it. I don't even know if I am posting this in the right place...
  18. -hope to make this blog a cohesive record of my cognative processing therapy sessions and what goes on before them and after them. If they even help. This is the first entry more covering the emotions that brought me to needing therapy and trauma processing. As my sessions unfold I hope to have an entry for each session Jan 2oth 2016 Confusion is all I know. Insecurities are fortified strong. Ingrained to my core. Doubt dictates everything. Fear governs what remains. The experts tell me that the circumstances of my life have brought me here. That there was nothing I could do to avoid this place. It is inevitable. It is expected. I am told to believe that this horrible place of despair and weakness is mandatory before I can truly heal. I hear the experts voice, it fades in and out. But really my attention is turned to the past. Keep looking over my shoulder at who I used to be. I already know how to do this. I have survived. It happened so long ago and when it did I hardly skipped a beat. Life went on and so did I. It wasn't all about survival either. Much of the time I thrived. Loving healthy relationships, friendship, career, ambition. Life. Year after year I pushed though and I made it work. Push, make it work, act as if, fake it until you make it. Life threw pain and abuse at me and I just kept on getting back up. Wiser and stronger each time. And then it began. That breaking. Like a crushing under the injustice of it all. The fracture started within where only I could see it. I panicked when I couldn't repair it. I lost myself in the panic. Life and love happened. Damn love. The fracture spread like a crack in a windshield. Spider web pattern, weakness and cracks everywhere now. A delicate and stealthy end to something so strong. Weakness takes over. Can't be denied. Others can tell. I go inside myself seeking safety. I stay there for a long time. And then THE BREAK. The reset button is hit and it sends me back to that day. The skills I have acquired in the past few years vanish. So many life lessons forgotten in the flash as I go backwards. So far backwards. Literally I come to and I find myself screaming searching for anything that will harm me. I find it. It's dangerous. I do it and the damage comforts me. Better than the embrace of a friend. I know this embrace isn't leaving and I know this embrace wants to hurt me. There can be no deception here. Trust is not required. We get along great. My new best friend, my only friend becomes self harm. The strength in me is long gone but inside a ghost is trapped. She screams at me. Screaming, "what the fuck are you doing?" "Get your shit together." "You have to pull through this." She screams until she loses her voice. She beats on me from the inside. She leaves bruises that no one can see. The broken shell overpowers the ghost inside. Crush. More spider web fractures. So weak can't even explain where the pressure comes from. Please can someone just understand. All hope is lost. The experts voice breaks through, tells me I can heal. Blinding rage takes over. Doubt consumes me. Will I ever function again? Questions, why now? What is happening to me? Am I crazy? Flashes of desperation and clarity keep bringing me to the doctor. Help, please help me. I need to get back to how I was. Please can you explain what I am doing wrong, why now? why break now? I need to get back. Is this the beginning of my end? How do I fix this?
  19. Hi everyone. Just joined this forum as an attempt to make honest connections and share my past. I am looking to give and receive support and hopefully to start healing. Happy to be here.
  20. I will not go into graphic details of any sort here, but there may be some triggers for SI, suicidal thoughts, and possibly for swearing, because I don't have the energy to censor myself tonight. Sometimes I sleep. Usually people have to encourage, cajole, beg, demand, insist or outright force me to do so, but sometimes I just sleep. Sometimes I can be convinced or can convince myself, for months on end, to sleep every night like a good girl, regardless of the horror I find myself facing, or the bruises and scratches I wake up with at times, or the periodic full days of feeling exactly as I did the days after each of the rapes. Sometimes I can be strong and sleep anyway. Even when I sleep "well" I sleep exceptionally lightly; my therapists have called it hypervigilence and told me is is a typical part of the PTSD. That's very comforting when I wake up 479,358 times in any given night because of frogs farting eight blocks away. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, either on my own or because my friend has woken me. He stays on Skype and listens, sometimes all night long. When he wakes me from a nightmare and talks to me soothingly, I usually feel incredibly fortunate to have such an amazing friend, someone who cares for me enough to make such an astronomical sacrifice to ease a little of my suffering. I can't help feeling guilty, though, because my nightmares have an impact on our friendship, and on him. Just as I imagine it would be for any two people who care for each other a great deal, my suffering is hard for him to witness. Tonight I woke because my friend awakened me. I was apparently having a particularly violent nightmare, reliving past traumas in new ways, my mind ever finding neoteric methods of torment for me, rife with historical inaccuracy. He said he had a hard time waking me; I can tell I must have been very deeply asleep because I have several sore red marks that will probably be bruises in the morning, and also a handful of long scratches. I could not feel the immense gratitude I usually feel, or the relief, or the safety... Tonight I just felt anger and frustration and desolation. Tonight I just wanted to give up. The prospect of facing even one more of these nightmares is so overwhelming, I simply do not want to continue. When I was enduring the abuses and events in my life that led up to this point, I always had this idea that if I could somehow divorce my mind from my body and become this ephemeral, amorphous thing, this purely astral being, I would finally be safe and feel whole. Now that my life is within my control and the abuses have all ended, I find myself looking at my situation in this sick paradoxical state... if I could only divorce my mind from my body and be a purely physical being, without thought or fear or abusive limbs in REM sleep, if, if, if. I start to feel sorry for myself, and I think back over the nightmares I have had at other times. Forget the traumas themselves, and all the work I have put into healing; forget the years I have put between myself and the sick people who did these things. The nightmares are the one thing that never let me forget or really move forward; they are like vice strong cold hands around my wrists and ankles, and the experience is like being raped over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. The two worst kinds of nightmares are the ones where I am reliving almost exactly, but my body responds in an awful way that makes me feel a sick shame and hatred of myself that often leads to doing self injurious things; and the second worst type of nightmare is a sort that blends two separate types of traumas from my life, a break-in and the rapes, into this new kind of terror. I used to think the worst nightmare was the sort where I did not recall what had happened at all, and I woke feeling more run down than if I had not slept at all, and covered in bruises over my thighs and abdomen and arms, but those seem to have fallen away some, and I am remembering most of the nightmares I am having, and... I would trade them in gladly. This sorrow for my inability to sleep, for my inability to be "normal," to have "normal" relationships because I can't even begin to broach the topic of sleeping with someone (among other things), it wears me down. Today I feel incredibly suicidal. I lay in bed for awhile after the nightmare and cried, images in my mind of my own demise sort of superimposed or flip-book inserted with the nightmare images. I wonder frequently if there is any point in continuing. I don't like to think of myself as weak, or as a quitter, but... years of going without sleep, feeling like a freak, waking with injuries, and reliving horror just... eats at the soul. My friend tells me there is this therapy I have never heard of before called EMDR (short for Eye Movement Desensitization Reprogramming), and it is specifically geared toward people with PTSD. I am a bit dubious, but I'm sort of at a point where I will try standing on my head covered in chickens blood while reciting Sutras in reverse if I thought it would just make my head quiet down. So, I had two hours of sleep, and I am probably up for the day, because I can't face my pillows, or my blankets. My puppy cuddles me and licks my thigh because he knows this routine, and when I pick him up and drench his fur with my tears, he'll forgive me, and because of him, maybe we'll make it until tomorrow.
  21. hello... i have long put off joining a forum, let alone writing a personal intro post - but i truly feel it is the most important step i can take in my life at this moment. it has always been my safe zone to be present for other people in their healing, to encourage them and support them, while i myself hid in secret mounds of pain. so i am here to uncover myself and be honest with all who will listen, and am grateful to likewise support the honesty and truths of others i am here because the rest of the world seems unreal to me now. because people who have not experienced this depth of emotion seem estranged from me. because i know there is so much more to the human spirit and heart than most of the people i meet and feel lonely in not being able to share it. this experience of sexual trauma has given me a range of emotions and a scope of philosophy that is so far beyond what the world is used to, i feel almost like i have no place on Earth. most people consider my day to day feelings dramatic and faked, whether extremely high or deeply low - and yet i know they are deeply real. it didn't occur to me that i wasn't insane until i started uncovering more of my sexual trauma history and learning that many other survivors of this sort of experience also felt that their rawness, depth of feeling and newfound strength were seen as 'too much' for most average people. it's been alienating to feel the real me, but it's been even more alienating to pretend i was someone else, trying to fit in with people who were not compatible with my experiences. it exhausted me so much, i spent half of my life on the verge of suicide, because i was perplexed at the idea of having to 'keep it up.' then one day, i was pushed up against the wall, and really felt like either i'd have to choose to curl into a ball and kill myself somehow or find a way to become absolutely who i truly am, in front of the world, unapologetically and unconditionally. my joining AS and sharing my feelings here is a key step in this journey. i know that if i can begin by challenging myself to share who i really am with other survivors, then one day i can share who i truly am with anyone and everyone - this is my true dream for myself. even my parents can only handle parts of the truth and this has been a deep heartbreak for me. but now i'm finished with heartbroken feelings. and i instead want to channel my energy for empowerment, healing and loving resilience toward people and voices who want to hear what i have to say - not just people who are politely tolerating it. i want anyone who feels like me in this way to know that i think - you are beautiful you are wonderful you are perfect you are powerful you are loved you are appreciated you are celebrated for your raw, real, truthful self. and i thank you for being here with me while i learn to love myself for all of who i really am, even if no one else ever has. thank you!
  22. Today was really rough. I am a teacher at a preschool and I have been having trouble with my co-teacher. She is older than me, has no degree in Early Childhood(she has a literacy degree) and is disrespectful to teaching staff and the children. This whole episode started when I questioned her decision about throwing out a children's CD and she began going off on how she is frustrated that we are not on the same page with the children. She blamed me for any misbehavior, saying I was too "Child Directed" in my managing the classroom. She was really angry and sounded hateful. I told her that we should discuss it when they are sleeping and walked away. I immediately felt sick. I wanted to run, cry and throw up. I was shaking so bad I had to walk around the center for a while to calm down enough to get back into the classroom again. I went to my supervisor and told her everything and how frustrated I was and that we could use an outside opinion because apparently this teacher has been angry at me for weeks. On a side note, no one else will work with this teacher, that's why I am in there. We have a huge center, over 20 classrooms and over 200 children total. No one will work with her because she is controling, disrespectful to the children and parents. I do not know why she is still working here. Anyways, My supervisor told me that she knows what is going on, others have complained and that we will meet with the health staff to discuss it next week. I felt validated and better but still sick because I have to work with this person. I went back to the classoom and we had our meeting, which did not go well. She blamed me for getting the kids "wild" and she said that everything was fine before I started working in there 2 months ago. The classroom aide agreed with me that the behaviors have been there since the beginning and that we need outside help. Such drama for a Friday! There are a lot of details I'm leaving out, this is long enough already. I would really love some advice for how to keep calm when I go back to work on Monday. As a trauma survivor I feel sick thinking about it and will focus on relaxing this weekend. I guess it is most upsetting to me because I used to be friends with this teacher. We used to go out to lunch and talk on our breaks. Whenever someone confronts me I dissociate. I remember walking out of fights with boyfriends because I couldn't handle it. I freak out. I feel bad inside but I can't think of how to fix it. Has anyone had trouble at work or had a scarey reaction to a co-workers behavior? I really would love some input...please!
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