Deep thoughts.
Oct. 29th, 2013 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am in therapy.
This, of course, should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me or claims to know me, but I felt I should put that right out there.
I had a hard time with the combination of menopause hormones, child leaving home, child's personal issues, and a long time and tenuously controlled anxiety disorder. All of these things together led to a savory melange of stress and panic attacks that kept me paralyzed with fear or kept me crying in a fetal position.
Better living through chemistry, with the addition of therapy.
Therapy is HARD. Really, really hard. Therapy is painful. Really, really painful. But sometimes you have to lance an infection to get the badness out and start healing.
I'm dealing with memories I didn't realize I had. I'm dealing with baggage I chose to ignore. I'm dealing with me and all my issues I have with me.
Your brain has all kinds of self-protection mechanisms built in. I didn't know that. It was only through talking with my therapist that I realized that I don't remember any of my birthdays as a child. I don't remember much of my childhood at all. Dredging up memories is just that--dredging through layers of silt and mud.
And when you get to the memory and look at it... really, really look at it... and see as an adult what you went through as a child... And then you realize that while you're okay with this happening to you, if you saw it happening to another child, you'd be enraged. You'd be horrified. You'd do anything you could to keep a child from being treated that way. That feeling of disconnection is abnormal. So very abnormal.
My therapist tells me that I'm not fucked up. The people who raised me were fucked up, but I'm not. I'm a survivor.
I am in therapy, and I am in the process of healing.
This, of course, should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me or claims to know me, but I felt I should put that right out there.
I had a hard time with the combination of menopause hormones, child leaving home, child's personal issues, and a long time and tenuously controlled anxiety disorder. All of these things together led to a savory melange of stress and panic attacks that kept me paralyzed with fear or kept me crying in a fetal position.
Better living through chemistry, with the addition of therapy.
Therapy is HARD. Really, really hard. Therapy is painful. Really, really painful. But sometimes you have to lance an infection to get the badness out and start healing.
I'm dealing with memories I didn't realize I had. I'm dealing with baggage I chose to ignore. I'm dealing with me and all my issues I have with me.
Your brain has all kinds of self-protection mechanisms built in. I didn't know that. It was only through talking with my therapist that I realized that I don't remember any of my birthdays as a child. I don't remember much of my childhood at all. Dredging up memories is just that--dredging through layers of silt and mud.
And when you get to the memory and look at it... really, really look at it... and see as an adult what you went through as a child... And then you realize that while you're okay with this happening to you, if you saw it happening to another child, you'd be enraged. You'd be horrified. You'd do anything you could to keep a child from being treated that way. That feeling of disconnection is abnormal. So very abnormal.
My therapist tells me that I'm not fucked up. The people who raised me were fucked up, but I'm not. I'm a survivor.
I am in therapy, and I am in the process of healing.
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Date: 2013-10-30 02:06 am (UTC)You have been so strong, for so long, for so many.
Take care of you, my friend.
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Date: 2013-10-30 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 03:46 am (UTC)I don't remember much of my childhood at all. Dredging up memories is just that--dredging through layers of silt and mud.
*nods* I get it.
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Date: 2013-10-30 04:17 am (UTC)That includes me. **hug**
Plus, you're awesome and I'm proud to say I know you, even in this small capacity. <3
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Date: 2013-10-30 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 10:41 am (UTC)It's the reverse for me. I have very clear memories of my childhood, well, some aspects of it. But day-to-day now, I'm lucky to be able to remember what I ate for $mealtime or whether I've an appointment that day.
*Hugs* I do so miss reading what you write.
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Date: 2013-10-30 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 01:13 pm (UTC)The second hardest is telling people.
For me, it took a full on breakdown to realize I needed help, and I went through 5 various mental health people before I found one I could work with.
And then more than 2 years before I started to be open with people, and to be able to remind people (like family), that I am not okay, and probably never will be. For me it is treatment-resistant depression, with anxiety, ADHD, and little sense of self-worth; all of which I self-medicated for years with caffeine and sugar and isolation.
The biggest surprise is my father opening up to me that he has many of the same issues, but he will never go to therapy for it. But he understands what I am going through now.
But this is about you.
I am proud of you. You are not fucked up, you are not merely a survivor, you are a champion. You have a healthy marriage, a bright and beautiful daughter who had a happy upbringing despite what you went through, and you are do the best thing you can do......TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF.
So hurrah for you.......you are brave and strong and beautiful.
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Date: 2013-10-30 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-30 05:01 pm (UTC)I hope for your recovery and you getting stronger in the process.
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Date: 2013-10-30 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-31 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-01 12:48 am (UTC)(And I agree with your therapist, you're not fucked up. The simple fact that you're willing to learn the tools to improve your life shows that you're not fucked up. People who are truly fucked up don't realized it and wouldn't do anything to change, even if they did.)
best wishes,
Neb
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Date: 2013-11-01 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-02 06:07 am (UTC)And did you know that Orlando Bloom is now free? ...Just saying..
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Date: 2013-11-07 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-12 07:54 pm (UTC)*brusque British Hugs* :D
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Date: 2013-11-15 03:49 am (UTC)I've never met you in person, but it's always been clear, just through the written words you share, that you have a strong, healthy center. Look at the amazing daughter you've raised and the marriage you've sustained over these years. People who are truly fucked up can't do that. You've reached a place in your life's journey where you're strong enough to be ready to do that hard work. What a remarkable woman you continue to be! [hugging you with a big smile and with tears in my eyes, sending you strength]
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Date: 2013-11-17 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-24 07:31 pm (UTC)many times I, too, longed for simple benign neglect. beats the hell out of out and out abuse. then the abuser telling your mom that you are a liar, and having your mom, because of that, never believe a word out of your mouth. ever.
dark and sinister memories, sweetie. but you also had to go through that to get where you are now. i'm strong. stronger than anything.
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