Links for dealing with self blame related to abuse...
http://www.forwardcounselling.com/preview.php?topicID=6
http://www.ibiblio.org/rcip/selfblameresearch.html
http://pss.sagepub.com/content/14/1/81.full
http://www.ibiblio.org/rcip/selfblame.html#beautypath
http://changingminds.org/explanations/theories/counterfactual_thinking.htm
http://www.secasa.com.au/sections/for-students/the-child-abuse-accommodation-syndrome/
http://emergingfrombroken.com/overcoming-that-nasty-self-blame-from-dysfunctional-relationships/
http://emergingfrombroken.com/the-roots-of-self-blame-and-blame-sharing/
Links related to the effects of domestic violence on children...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effects_of_domestic_violence_on_children
I've fallen into depression again...
I am so up and down right now... I have bits and pieces of highs, better times, followed by a crash into depression yet again. Such seems to be the case again today.
I am not even excited about seeing R which is--well, not usual at all. I just feel like I am so down nothing good can make me feel better, even if I might feel better later.
I still have not gone down any on the scale :( in face, gone up a tiny bit today despite not eating a lot and exercising. But that really isn't as bad as it feels like it is right now... Because I am gaining muscle and losing fat so it makes sense my weight would go up a bit. In fact it could go up more than it has and still be totally normal. Just my state of my mind, and the being SO close, and yet so far, is frustrating. I just have 5 lbs more to go and it takes forever to lose it, when I had more to lose I could lose a lb a day. I was exercising more then than I am able to yet now though. But I was averaging 11 lbs a month and now... Now it takes forever to lose 5 lbs and I am not eating a lot and exercising. Of course I have only been exercising 3x a week for 2 weeks. So I really am not being fair to myself. My fat is going down and I have lost a lb even with the muscle gain. It will happen. And my goal wasn't just to be a certain weight, I picked that weight because it was the weight I was at at my most fit and toned. So my goal was to be that weight and to be fit and toned, both of which are happening.
I've succeeded at doing more than I have done in 6 months, in getting back to exercising, my weight loss goals are being achieved, I am working hard in therapy and doing this new group. I had a great night with my daughter last night, the man I love has come back to me and loves and wants only me, we are working on our relationship... You would think I would be HAPPY. For me, life doesn't get much better than this. I've used CES every day for close to 2 weeks now. I've slipped a bit on my vitamins and meds the last few days, but mostly I have been doing good with that.
OK well maybe there is more stresses and struggles than happy moments right now. But can't I feel at least good about what I am accomplishing? It's finally starting to get better, I'm working on it, getting there. Every week brings me closer to where I want to be.
But all I feel is depressed.
So many ways, I feel like I still have so far to go. I accomplish something and complete the task, then it is like, ok, what's next? Next goal. I don't feel good about the fact that I will have lost 50 lbs in the last year. When I started, it seemed overwhelming, like such an overwhelming task, how was I going to do this? Now I am nearly there and it seems like nothing. I'm frustrated I am not losing the last 5 lbs quickly, and once I have done that, I want to lose 10 more.
Doesn't help I've been severely impaired since I injured myself in October until just these last 2 weeks. Or I would be there and so much farther already. But thinking like that doesn't help.
Instead of being excited to see R, I am afraid and feel like I am coming in 2nd place. And I should not feel that way. I am just so fearful I will stop being important to him, and I have had such a hard week and I needed him and he could not be there as much as usual--but he still was there. He talked to me on the phone for quite a long time yesterday. I just felt depressed and alone because I would not get to talk to him online again for the 2nd night in a row. It is not his fault and I want him to have time with B, who never gets to see him, and misses him more than I do. But it's hard, because when he needed me, I didn't leave him alone. And it's really hard this week.
And last weekend was so difficult for me, being so scared. And today it is 2 o clock and I haven't even heard from him. I just feel SO very alone. Far more alone than usual.
:( I need to eat, I am very hungry :(
The last several weeks have been hard. But this week even more so.
I was trying to find a .pdf for the Courage to Heal Workbook. I have the book but I was hoping to find something I could just print out the pages so I could write on them. Looks like I will have to use the copy function on my new printer, I really have to get that set up and find where the ink I bought went.
Anyway in trying to do so I read this news article that was incredibly triggering so now I am totally over-activated (at least I am starting to recognize it now). Maybe I can practice getting it to go down. It is pretty hard and not gone but I think I got it to go down a bit. I think. But now I have this heavy aching burning feeling in my chest and my right wrist hurts, and it is hard to breathe. Also there is this burning feeling in the back of my head. But I do not feel like I can sit with this alone. I think I will have to do it with Delyse, but at least I can practice when it happens, and notice any changes I can make by trying to make the wave go down.
Between this and R & B, and yesterday, and not showing up or calling, I just want to curl up in bed and I think I am going to for a while.
I am not even excited about seeing R which is--well, not usual at all. I just feel like I am so down nothing good can make me feel better, even if I might feel better later.
I still have not gone down any on the scale :( in face, gone up a tiny bit today despite not eating a lot and exercising. But that really isn't as bad as it feels like it is right now... Because I am gaining muscle and losing fat so it makes sense my weight would go up a bit. In fact it could go up more than it has and still be totally normal. Just my state of my mind, and the being SO close, and yet so far, is frustrating. I just have 5 lbs more to go and it takes forever to lose it, when I had more to lose I could lose a lb a day. I was exercising more then than I am able to yet now though. But I was averaging 11 lbs a month and now... Now it takes forever to lose 5 lbs and I am not eating a lot and exercising. Of course I have only been exercising 3x a week for 2 weeks. So I really am not being fair to myself. My fat is going down and I have lost a lb even with the muscle gain. It will happen. And my goal wasn't just to be a certain weight, I picked that weight because it was the weight I was at at my most fit and toned. So my goal was to be that weight and to be fit and toned, both of which are happening.
I've succeeded at doing more than I have done in 6 months, in getting back to exercising, my weight loss goals are being achieved, I am working hard in therapy and doing this new group. I had a great night with my daughter last night, the man I love has come back to me and loves and wants only me, we are working on our relationship... You would think I would be HAPPY. For me, life doesn't get much better than this. I've used CES every day for close to 2 weeks now. I've slipped a bit on my vitamins and meds the last few days, but mostly I have been doing good with that.
OK well maybe there is more stresses and struggles than happy moments right now. But can't I feel at least good about what I am accomplishing? It's finally starting to get better, I'm working on it, getting there. Every week brings me closer to where I want to be.
But all I feel is depressed.
So many ways, I feel like I still have so far to go. I accomplish something and complete the task, then it is like, ok, what's next? Next goal. I don't feel good about the fact that I will have lost 50 lbs in the last year. When I started, it seemed overwhelming, like such an overwhelming task, how was I going to do this? Now I am nearly there and it seems like nothing. I'm frustrated I am not losing the last 5 lbs quickly, and once I have done that, I want to lose 10 more.
Doesn't help I've been severely impaired since I injured myself in October until just these last 2 weeks. Or I would be there and so much farther already. But thinking like that doesn't help.
Instead of being excited to see R, I am afraid and feel like I am coming in 2nd place. And I should not feel that way. I am just so fearful I will stop being important to him, and I have had such a hard week and I needed him and he could not be there as much as usual--but he still was there. He talked to me on the phone for quite a long time yesterday. I just felt depressed and alone because I would not get to talk to him online again for the 2nd night in a row. It is not his fault and I want him to have time with B, who never gets to see him, and misses him more than I do. But it's hard, because when he needed me, I didn't leave him alone. And it's really hard this week.
And last weekend was so difficult for me, being so scared. And today it is 2 o clock and I haven't even heard from him. I just feel SO very alone. Far more alone than usual.
:( I need to eat, I am very hungry :(
The last several weeks have been hard. But this week even more so.
I was trying to find a .pdf for the Courage to Heal Workbook. I have the book but I was hoping to find something I could just print out the pages so I could write on them. Looks like I will have to use the copy function on my new printer, I really have to get that set up and find where the ink I bought went.
Anyway in trying to do so I read this news article that was incredibly triggering so now I am totally over-activated (at least I am starting to recognize it now). Maybe I can practice getting it to go down. It is pretty hard and not gone but I think I got it to go down a bit. I think. But now I have this heavy aching burning feeling in my chest and my right wrist hurts, and it is hard to breathe. Also there is this burning feeling in the back of my head. But I do not feel like I can sit with this alone. I think I will have to do it with Delyse, but at least I can practice when it happens, and notice any changes I can make by trying to make the wave go down.
Between this and R & B, and yesterday, and not showing up or calling, I just want to curl up in bed and I think I am going to for a while.
This is why I do it...
Last night, after I posted, I used CES and then I went to listen to music and found C in the chair. I got something to eat and we talked and she asked me to stay with her. So we spent several hours just hanging out together and she talked to me about what was going on in her life, and we had a great time. Got silly at the end and we were doing stuff we used to do when she was 4, and it was fun and really helped me feel a lot better. I enjoyed spending the time with her, and when we were just sitting and talking, and I was petting the cat, and she was being allergic to the cat (lol) in the living room, before we went into her bedroom, I thought, this is why I do it. This is why it is worth it to have brutal days in therapy like yesterday. So I can be present, and connect with her, like I did last night.
She ended up staying up pretty late. (Like close to 1 AM). But it was worth it to have that time with her, especially when she so clearly wanted it. And when I did do stuff like tell her to get on her PJs, or brush her teeth, and she resisted, it still stayed fun, and she did what I asked. She would do stuff like instead of going to brush her teeth, hiding in my room in my bed till I found her, and I'd have to drag her out (she isn't so light any more, lol) and then run to her room and dive under the covers. Then I'd grab her and pretend to drag her out of bed head first and she would pretend to be scared and laugh and say "I'll go! I'll go!" and I'd give her the beady eye, grinning at her, until she finally turned in the bathroom doorway and went in and closed the door.
It was a breath of fresh air I really needed. And to know we can still connect like that even though she is a teenager now, and I'm dealing with all my "stuff" that I have to struggle every day to overcome.
R & B are coming today and we are going out to a movie together and out to dinner, and having a sleepover. So she is really looking forward to seeing B again. Thankfully R managed to settle his trial so he doesn't have to work over the weekend and we can have some family time with just the two of them--that will be a nice change, since I think this is the only time they have ever had together without the two younger ones being there.
She ended up staying up pretty late. (Like close to 1 AM). But it was worth it to have that time with her, especially when she so clearly wanted it. And when I did do stuff like tell her to get on her PJs, or brush her teeth, and she resisted, it still stayed fun, and she did what I asked. She would do stuff like instead of going to brush her teeth, hiding in my room in my bed till I found her, and I'd have to drag her out (she isn't so light any more, lol) and then run to her room and dive under the covers. Then I'd grab her and pretend to drag her out of bed head first and she would pretend to be scared and laugh and say "I'll go! I'll go!" and I'd give her the beady eye, grinning at her, until she finally turned in the bathroom doorway and went in and closed the door.
It was a breath of fresh air I really needed. And to know we can still connect like that even though she is a teenager now, and I'm dealing with all my "stuff" that I have to struggle every day to overcome.
R & B are coming today and we are going out to a movie together and out to dinner, and having a sleepover. So she is really looking forward to seeing B again. Thankfully R managed to settle his trial so he doesn't have to work over the weekend and we can have some family time with just the two of them--that will be a nice change, since I think this is the only time they have ever had together without the two younger ones being there.
I am so depressed today I just want to die.
I am so stressed today. So depressed. It's like getting punched over and over again. So worn out, physically, emotionally. More stress than I can take. Nothing to look forward to. Talking out loud about the last few days broke through some of the numbness I have been feeling. Several major stressors on top of what I am already going through. I just want to kill myself now because it is all just too much and I do not even have someone to talk to tonight, again. Talking on the phone did not make me feel better, it made me feel worse. I can't cope now and I don't know how I am going to cope tomorrow, and I'm afraid I have gotten myself back into the same old situation. I am just on overload and emotionally I feel... Horrible. Physically I feel horrible. I just wish I had a bunch of candy to binge on I'd just lie in bed and zone out reading and eat until I am sick. I already feel sick. Am I crazy? What's worse, the frying pan or the fire? Oh, no let's combine the frying pan and the fire together and see how that works out. I AM SO OVERWHELMED I CAN'T EVEN THINK. I am not the first priority any more. Maybe that is making me afraid, I know it is. I AM SO AFRAID AND STRESSED OUT. The present sucks, the future sucks, this week sucks. I am just breaking. Mentally, emotionally. Physically. IT'S TOO MUCH.
Typed "OVERWHELMED" into the search engine and this definition came up:
That is SO completely accurate to how I am feeling right now. That is exactly it. I can't feel feel, write or think. I need help and I have no one to ask :( My resources are drained completely and I am being crushed, buried alive. Drowning in the sea of life, and right now, hell yeah--it has defeated me. I can't fight back I don't have the strength left.
I feel like such a small light in the storm. And the waves are crashing around me so high, so strong. So much bigger and stronger than I am.
I feel SO ALONE. :( :( :( :( :( :(
Typed "OVERWHELMED" into the search engine and this definition came up:
overwhelmedpast participle, past tense of o·ver·whelm (Verb)
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That is SO completely accurate to how I am feeling right now. That is exactly it. I can't feel feel, write or think. I need help and I have no one to ask :( My resources are drained completely and I am being crushed, buried alive. Drowning in the sea of life, and right now, hell yeah--it has defeated me. I can't fight back I don't have the strength left.
I feel like such a small light in the storm. And the waves are crashing around me so high, so strong. So much bigger and stronger than I am.
I feel SO ALONE. :( :( :( :( :( :(
Positive Impacts of Trauma... in my life
- very compassionate
- resourceful
- creative
- proactive
- open-minded
- courageous
- strong
- determined
- understanding of the pain & struggles of others
- thoughtful
- reflective
- insightful
- articulate
- willing to learn and grow
- humility
- self responsibility
- loving
- supportive
- strong willed & strong minded
Negative Impacts of Trauma... in my life
- sexual dysfunction
- sexual self-destructiveness
- abusive relationships, intimate partner violence
- compulsively seeking and avoiding sex
- avoiding men
- fear of men
- fear of sex
- strong association between sex and abuse, sex and violence, sex and degradation
- sexually abusive fantasies
- self harm, self injury
- self blame
- self hatred
- eating disorders (anorexia & emotional eating)
- compulsive shopping and "acquiring" to feel safe and secure, and to replace having my needs met
- withdrawal and isolation
- low self esteem
- low self confidence
- fear of people
- fear of rejection
- terror of abandonment from someone I love and depend on emotionally
Types: social, cognitive, emotional, sexual, physical, behavioural, sense of self, others, the world, loss, boundaries, compulsive/addictive behaviour, avoidance, self harm
Started my first group therapy session in years... and it is tough.
This week I completed my second session of the new therapy group I am attending for the next 10 (well, 8 now) weeks.
The group is called Relationships & Sexuality.
I had a pretty difficult time with this past session and was getting very triggered by the group.
The content, the group of women I am doing it with are all great, and I even know one of them from the art therapy group I did years ago--probably the last group I did.
It is a big adjustment to a new place as well, because they have relocated and the place is all right, but not as nice or comfortable as it used to be. I think I am missing that and mourning the loss of the place I did so many groups in, a place I associated with perhaps great pain, but also great safety and healing. I miss the welcoming atmosphere, the comfy couches, the coffee table, the big space. A small space with not terribly comfy chairs (although I would not go so far as to say they are actually UNCOMFORTABLE, but they are not comfortable and comforting, either) in a circle is just not the same. It makes me sad, because I know how much more comforting the other space was. Like at the Avalon women's centre. It was a comfortable and safe sort of space. This other place is just a room with chairs, lol. Well, I will get used to it I guess.
Session 1 just sort of was paperwork and dipping our toes into the water. We discussed things we hoped to get out of the group, which was a great experience because it was just amazing to sit in a group of people and say something that is an issue for me, and have everyone in the room go "yeah, me too" and be nodding their heads or hear someone say something that was an issue for them, and I would be doing the same thing. It was nice to not only not have to hide this part of my life I usually have to keep from other people, but to not feel that I am different from others, to not feel bad because I have these issues, to just feel "normal" and understood. Like everyone here, I don't have to explain anything to, they just GET IT.
We discussed what trauma was, and they told us what would be happening in week 2 and gave us some homework for the week, which was to think about what impacts trauma has had on us, positive and negative, and also what our coping mechanisms are or have been to deal with and live with the trauma. We spent some time talking about minimizing as a coping mechanism, and yeah, when I thought about it, of course I minimize.
If I didn't, I would be totally overwhelmed by everything that happened to me, and I would be so overwhelmed by the impact it has had on me and still has on me in my life today, that I don't know how I would be able to get out of bed in the morning, if I didn't.
http://www.myshrink.com/counseling-theory.php?t_id=13
This is one of the better descriptions of dissociation and the causes of it that I have found in a simple and easy to understand way. If you ignore the sales pitch, that is.
This is what happened to me in the meeting, the 2nd one. I thought I was not dissociated because I was able to stay mostly present and avoid any severe dissociative spells requiring much effort to come back from. But I now realize, I WAS dissociating, I just managed to avoid any more than mild-to-moderate depersonalization and derealization. But I was still dissociating, I just didn't realize it at the time.
That's why at the end I said it was like all these bombs going off inside me. Well, I knew that, but I couldn't feel anything. I didn't know what I was feeling or what was going on inside me at all. I had no idea I had any emotions, much less any sadness, until I spoke up at the end, about how I felt I couldn't say I was "strong" on the positive impacts of trauma, which would be true, because I felt that I wasn't strong, because I didn't overcome all of this, and started to cry. Those few tears were my only clue of any emotions that were occurring in me. I didn't even know I was upset enough to cry! My only way of knowing was, I could feel the triggers going off inside me, that tells me something major and emotional is going on, and the sense of total mental and emotional and physical overwhelm. I literally got so I couldn't even open my mouth, it was like it was heavy and frozen shut. I could not have spoken if I had wanted to.
Then I just withdrew more and more from the group, and wanted to be alone because I was so upset. At the break, I just went off by myself. I couldn't speak up, and I couldn't think of all the things I had written down, things that were negative impacts, coping mechanisms, even one of my few positives would not have been brought up at all were it not for one of the leaders. I could have added many things to those lists, but I just got so overwhelmed I couldn't speak or think. My brain wouldn't work, my mouth wouldn't work. And I was emotionally numb except the bomb-going-off-inside feeling.
Not only did they go through what abuse was, and not just sexual abuse, EVERY type of abuse, physical, emotional, verbal, etc. I could have added to that, too, but I could not even answer what abuse is, I could not answer what trauma was last week either. I KNOW what trauma is. I KNOW what abuse is, I know the definitions of the types of abuse and examples of those things. I could have added things not listed. But I could not think or remember any of it, much less talk about it. I had lists of coping mechanisms and impacts.
I rattled off a long list of impacts, and did a less thorough job of the coping mechanisms because I did it mostly the day of, I seemed to be unable to do more than I did. I could have come up with more impacts too I am sure. But the thing is, when I wrote all that out, it wasn't hard at all. I didn't have to struggle to come up with it. It was somewhat painful, yes, but didn't seem to be overwhelmingly so.
I left the meeting thinking, it is like I can run circles around trauma mentally. I could write you out a very thorough, well-thought-out, articulate, well-defined outline on all of the above. Probably, from what I have seen in the group, better than any one else there (although to be fair, I ought to be knowledgeable about these things by now). Mentally I totally get it. But emotionally, mentally, psychologically, physically--how quickly I get overwhelmed! It is like my mental trauma muscles are extraordinarily strong, and my emotional, mental, psychological, and physiological muscles are so weak I can't tolerate anything. Or maybe, I just have too many things, too many traumas, to tolerate. Either way I am way behind on the emotional and physical processing and understanding of my traumas, and that is why I keep having triggers over and over again is because I can't process them except for mentally without getting overwhelmed--and clearly my ability to have a mental understanding does not work when I have the emotional, psychological, and physiological issues at play. I seem to be able to mentally process in writing, but not in speaking.
It is like how I had started to realize in my therapy with Delyse, when I started to realize I am dissociating ALL the time, except the brief periods when I am doing the exhausting parts of therapy with her. Even when I think I'm not dissociating I realize I am it is just that I'm either too overwhelmed, or it has become so normal for me to be dissociated and go through life that way that to me, it just feels like I am normal. I thought I was, until Delyse started helping me to be in my body in our sessions for brief periods.
The group is called Relationships & Sexuality.
I had a pretty difficult time with this past session and was getting very triggered by the group.
The content, the group of women I am doing it with are all great, and I even know one of them from the art therapy group I did years ago--probably the last group I did.
It is a big adjustment to a new place as well, because they have relocated and the place is all right, but not as nice or comfortable as it used to be. I think I am missing that and mourning the loss of the place I did so many groups in, a place I associated with perhaps great pain, but also great safety and healing. I miss the welcoming atmosphere, the comfy couches, the coffee table, the big space. A small space with not terribly comfy chairs (although I would not go so far as to say they are actually UNCOMFORTABLE, but they are not comfortable and comforting, either) in a circle is just not the same. It makes me sad, because I know how much more comforting the other space was. Like at the Avalon women's centre. It was a comfortable and safe sort of space. This other place is just a room with chairs, lol. Well, I will get used to it I guess.
Session 1 just sort of was paperwork and dipping our toes into the water. We discussed things we hoped to get out of the group, which was a great experience because it was just amazing to sit in a group of people and say something that is an issue for me, and have everyone in the room go "yeah, me too" and be nodding their heads or hear someone say something that was an issue for them, and I would be doing the same thing. It was nice to not only not have to hide this part of my life I usually have to keep from other people, but to not feel that I am different from others, to not feel bad because I have these issues, to just feel "normal" and understood. Like everyone here, I don't have to explain anything to, they just GET IT.
We discussed what trauma was, and they told us what would be happening in week 2 and gave us some homework for the week, which was to think about what impacts trauma has had on us, positive and negative, and also what our coping mechanisms are or have been to deal with and live with the trauma. We spent some time talking about minimizing as a coping mechanism, and yeah, when I thought about it, of course I minimize.
If I didn't, I would be totally overwhelmed by everything that happened to me, and I would be so overwhelmed by the impact it has had on me and still has on me in my life today, that I don't know how I would be able to get out of bed in the morning, if I didn't.
http://www.myshrink.com/counseling-theory.php?t_id=13
This is one of the better descriptions of dissociation and the causes of it that I have found in a simple and easy to understand way. If you ignore the sales pitch, that is.
This is what happened to me in the meeting, the 2nd one. I thought I was not dissociated because I was able to stay mostly present and avoid any severe dissociative spells requiring much effort to come back from. But I now realize, I WAS dissociating, I just managed to avoid any more than mild-to-moderate depersonalization and derealization. But I was still dissociating, I just didn't realize it at the time.
That's why at the end I said it was like all these bombs going off inside me. Well, I knew that, but I couldn't feel anything. I didn't know what I was feeling or what was going on inside me at all. I had no idea I had any emotions, much less any sadness, until I spoke up at the end, about how I felt I couldn't say I was "strong" on the positive impacts of trauma, which would be true, because I felt that I wasn't strong, because I didn't overcome all of this, and started to cry. Those few tears were my only clue of any emotions that were occurring in me. I didn't even know I was upset enough to cry! My only way of knowing was, I could feel the triggers going off inside me, that tells me something major and emotional is going on, and the sense of total mental and emotional and physical overwhelm. I literally got so I couldn't even open my mouth, it was like it was heavy and frozen shut. I could not have spoken if I had wanted to.
Then I just withdrew more and more from the group, and wanted to be alone because I was so upset. At the break, I just went off by myself. I couldn't speak up, and I couldn't think of all the things I had written down, things that were negative impacts, coping mechanisms, even one of my few positives would not have been brought up at all were it not for one of the leaders. I could have added many things to those lists, but I just got so overwhelmed I couldn't speak or think. My brain wouldn't work, my mouth wouldn't work. And I was emotionally numb except the bomb-going-off-inside feeling.
Not only did they go through what abuse was, and not just sexual abuse, EVERY type of abuse, physical, emotional, verbal, etc. I could have added to that, too, but I could not even answer what abuse is, I could not answer what trauma was last week either. I KNOW what trauma is. I KNOW what abuse is, I know the definitions of the types of abuse and examples of those things. I could have added things not listed. But I could not think or remember any of it, much less talk about it. I had lists of coping mechanisms and impacts.
I rattled off a long list of impacts, and did a less thorough job of the coping mechanisms because I did it mostly the day of, I seemed to be unable to do more than I did. I could have come up with more impacts too I am sure. But the thing is, when I wrote all that out, it wasn't hard at all. I didn't have to struggle to come up with it. It was somewhat painful, yes, but didn't seem to be overwhelmingly so.
I left the meeting thinking, it is like I can run circles around trauma mentally. I could write you out a very thorough, well-thought-out, articulate, well-defined outline on all of the above. Probably, from what I have seen in the group, better than any one else there (although to be fair, I ought to be knowledgeable about these things by now). Mentally I totally get it. But emotionally, mentally, psychologically, physically--how quickly I get overwhelmed! It is like my mental trauma muscles are extraordinarily strong, and my emotional, mental, psychological, and physiological muscles are so weak I can't tolerate anything. Or maybe, I just have too many things, too many traumas, to tolerate. Either way I am way behind on the emotional and physical processing and understanding of my traumas, and that is why I keep having triggers over and over again is because I can't process them except for mentally without getting overwhelmed--and clearly my ability to have a mental understanding does not work when I have the emotional, psychological, and physiological issues at play. I seem to be able to mentally process in writing, but not in speaking.
It is like how I had started to realize in my therapy with Delyse, when I started to realize I am dissociating ALL the time, except the brief periods when I am doing the exhausting parts of therapy with her. Even when I think I'm not dissociating I realize I am it is just that I'm either too overwhelmed, or it has become so normal for me to be dissociated and go through life that way that to me, it just feels like I am normal. I thought I was, until Delyse started helping me to be in my body in our sessions for brief periods.
My body remembers
The truth of your lies
The way that you violated me
So deep inside
My mind a blank slate
Panicked with fear
My body says I remember
I know you are near
I know what you did
And I know what you said
No matter how much
My mind is misled
My body remembers,
Your touch and the fear
It quakes with shame and pain
When you are near
You took something from me
Just took it away
And I was never the same again
So I relive it today
Something I felt,
Unseen and unheard,
My mind doesn’t know it
And it seems so absurd
But I know it inside me
My body doesn’t lie
If only I could trust it
It helped me survive
I feel broken in places
I didn’t know exist
That live only
In shadows and mist
Thanks to you and
The twisted games that you play
I’ll look behind every bush, every tree
Till I find all you’ve hidden
Playing hide n seek with me
I can’t know in my mind
All you’ve made me forget
But I know in my body
From the time that we met
It curdles and twists deep inside,
In my guts and my limbs
You thought you had left me
With nowhere to hide
You left me
Defiled, without a trace
But there’s echoes in me
That you couldn’t erase
From an old storm
I’ve been wearing so long
Like a favourite jacket that’s warm
It’s a familiar sort of stain,
I’m far too accustomed
To living in shame
And living in fear
To never being able
To shed a single tear
The truth of your lies
The way that you violated me
So deep inside
My mind a blank slate
Panicked with fear
My body says I remember
I know you are near
I know what you did
And I know what you said
No matter how much
My mind is misled
My body remembers,
Your touch and the fear
It quakes with shame and pain
When you are near
You took something from me
Just took it away
And I was never the same again
So I relive it today
Something I felt,
Unseen and unheard,
My mind doesn’t know it
And it seems so absurd
But I know it inside me
My body doesn’t lie
If only I could trust it
It helped me survive
I feel broken in places
I didn’t know exist
That live only
In shadows and mist
Thanks to you and
The twisted games that you play
I’ll look behind every bush, every tree
Till I find all you’ve hidden
Playing hide n seek with me
I can’t know in my mind
All you’ve made me forget
But I know in my body
From the time that we met
It curdles and twists deep inside,
In my guts and my limbs
You thought you had left me
With nowhere to hide
You left me
Defiled, without a trace
But there’s echoes in me
That you couldn’t erase
From an old storm
I’ve been wearing so long
Like a favourite jacket that’s warm
It’s a familiar sort of stain,
I’m far too accustomed
To living in shame
And living in fear
To never being able
To shed a single tear
Can’t Say Your Name
I can’t say your name
Can’t speak it aloud,
Not without the fears
Inside I’m trapped with you
Trapped in shame
And unshed tears
With memories
I cannot bear to look at,
Not even now
After all these years
You’ve made my mind a prison
In which I can’t bear to be
I don’t know that I’ll ever get the place
You’ve rented in my head
Back to being free
In my mind, to me,
You’re like a God from hell,
I fear to just say your name
As though you’ve cast
Inside of me
Some kind of wicked spell
You seem so big
And I feel so small
It doesn’t take very much,
All you have to do is push me,
Ever so lightly with your touch
And still, you can take me
Back from here to there
In split seconds I can fall
You should not have so much power over me
Now, and yet you do
Even though I told you, way back when, “No.”
And really it wasn’t so far from there
To get to “we are through”
The hardest part was saying “No” at all,
How long it took me,
How much pain,
And how hard it was at the end,
To stand firm within myself
And never make that call
I don’t know why you responded how you did
And became what you became
Don’t know how you could do to others
The cause of your own shame
I choose to believe
That was one small truth
Among the many lies
To get me in your spiders web
Where you had caught before me
So many other flies
But even if it did ring true
You used it against me
Nothing to fear you said,
Because it happened to me too
You used that
To get me to have trust in you
It was too late by the time I saw
To you it was all to get me
On the board of your twisted game
And rake my insides raw
A game of shame, and fear and pain
And shadowy confusion
You showed me how you always win
And every day you won that game
Always at my expense
Till my child saved my life
And drew it to conclusion
I got strong enough to stand my ground
My thoughts and my mind finally clear
And you tried to get me back to how I was
To rule me with fear
But no longer lost within my misty mind
I could finally stand up to you
You traded me for your own needs,
And would have traded your daughter too
She’s not yours any more,
If she ever was
And now she’s mine, through and through
And from day one till now
She couldn’t possibly be
Any more different from you
And now she’s in this world
She’s grown up so much
She’ll never know a word from you
Not a single touch
I’d never let you near her,
Not till the day I die
I will not let you harm her
You’re not hurting her deep inside
If I have to haunt you from my grave
Trust me, that’s what I’ll do
For ever and for always,
I’ll keep her safe from you
You betrayed my trust and lied to me
Knowing I was so fragile
You could easily have crushed me in your palm
I’d disintegrate to dust
Instead you used me
To satisfy what bent and twisted thing
In your world, would be lust
I’d been so hurt,
You didn’t care
Not even when I trusted you
And laid my secrets bare
Not even when I risked the most
I had in years
For a friend that you pretended to be
Instead you gave me tears
And shame so deep
It will never let me breathe again
You seemed so nice,
You were so different
While you pretended to be my friend
And then I met you
And in an instant it all changed,
You turned from sheep to wolf
I had no chance against you
If only I had known then
How much you were deranged
Before I was in the fire,
I tried so hard to protect myself
To keep myself safe
To not get hurt again
I was so alone
And it was the first time
I took a chance
And let somebody in
But the person
I opened the door to
Did not exist at all
You lied so you could snare me
My back against the wall
You scared me so much
I couldn’t even speak
I couldn’t scream
I couldn’t say no to you at all
And my crying
The only thing it ever did
Was bring you to your peak
I’d come crashing down
And fall
While you enjoyed the ride
While every day,
In every way
It was killing me inside
You really didn’t care
As long as you got your way
Kept me confused and lost
And in that daze I stayed
I thought that I deserved it,
What you did to me
I thought every thing that came before
Was my fault, you see
So this was just no more than I deserved
And I deserved no less
Inside I was more damaged
Than I can describe,
I really was a mess
Because of that,
And because I was so lost
You were able to do
What you wanted,
No cares about the cost
But I didn’t matter anyway
My body was yours,
Not my own
So I didn’t even have the right
To tell you, I said no
You covered yourself very well
I will kill you if you don’t do what I want
But it’s all a joke, a game, you said
Just in case I should ever tell
But that wasn’t true,
There was nothing fun or not serious about it
Between the two of us we knew
Choked me and smothered me
Till I could barely breathe
Held me down and tied me up
Pulled my hair until I cried
That just got you excited
And every time I died
The shame I felt spiralled
Well out of my control
My self hate and self blame
Increased a million fold
To a vicious cycle it led back
I felt more and more the more you did it
I deserved the attack
Every time you touched me
All I felt was fear and shame
Every touch, my body braced
Waiting for the pain
The only time you were ever gentle with me
Was when it got to be too much and I said
I can’t stand it anymore, please
Stop hurting me
And so you’d be gentle once maybe twice
Until you could back to
What you most liked
And then I’d be living the nightmare again
And again and again
Every day and every night
And I couldn’t stop you and couldn’t fight
I felt my body was yours not mine
Still I see the words “My Body Belongs to Me”
After so much time
I am surprised, I think “It does?”
Somehow it has never seemed that way
I always felt like something, a discarded toy
For grown men to use and to play
You were more extreme that way
You really thought what’s mine was yours,
I had no right to say or choose
I had no right to stop you
Me, you had every right to use
Because I belonged to you, and
You had the right to sex with me
It didn’t matter what I would choose
I can’t say your name
Can’t speak it aloud,
Not without the fears
Inside I’m trapped with you
Trapped in shame
And unshed tears
With memories
I cannot bear to look at,
Not even now
After all these years
You’ve made my mind a prison
In which I can’t bear to be
I don’t know that I’ll ever get the place
You’ve rented in my head
Back to being free
In my mind, to me,
You’re like a God from hell,
I fear to just say your name
As though you’ve cast
Inside of me
Some kind of wicked spell
You seem so big
And I feel so small
It doesn’t take very much,
All you have to do is push me,
Ever so lightly with your touch
And still, you can take me
Back from here to there
In split seconds I can fall
You should not have so much power over me
Now, and yet you do
Even though I told you, way back when, “No.”
And really it wasn’t so far from there
To get to “we are through”
The hardest part was saying “No” at all,
How long it took me,
How much pain,
And how hard it was at the end,
To stand firm within myself
And never make that call
I don’t know why you responded how you did
And became what you became
Don’t know how you could do to others
The cause of your own shame
I choose to believe
That was one small truth
Among the many lies
To get me in your spiders web
Where you had caught before me
So many other flies
But even if it did ring true
You used it against me
Nothing to fear you said,
Because it happened to me too
You used that
To get me to have trust in you
It was too late by the time I saw
To you it was all to get me
On the board of your twisted game
And rake my insides raw
A game of shame, and fear and pain
And shadowy confusion
You showed me how you always win
And every day you won that game
Always at my expense
Till my child saved my life
And drew it to conclusion
I got strong enough to stand my ground
My thoughts and my mind finally clear
And you tried to get me back to how I was
To rule me with fear
But no longer lost within my misty mind
I could finally stand up to you
You traded me for your own needs,
And would have traded your daughter too
She’s not yours any more,
If she ever was
And now she’s mine, through and through
And from day one till now
She couldn’t possibly be
Any more different from you
And now she’s in this world
She’s grown up so much
She’ll never know a word from you
Not a single touch
I’d never let you near her,
Not till the day I die
I will not let you harm her
You’re not hurting her deep inside
If I have to haunt you from my grave
Trust me, that’s what I’ll do
For ever and for always,
I’ll keep her safe from you
You betrayed my trust and lied to me
Knowing I was so fragile
You could easily have crushed me in your palm
I’d disintegrate to dust
Instead you used me
To satisfy what bent and twisted thing
In your world, would be lust
I’d been so hurt,
You didn’t care
Not even when I trusted you
And laid my secrets bare
Not even when I risked the most
I had in years
For a friend that you pretended to be
Instead you gave me tears
And shame so deep
It will never let me breathe again
You seemed so nice,
You were so different
While you pretended to be my friend
And then I met you
And in an instant it all changed,
You turned from sheep to wolf
I had no chance against you
If only I had known then
How much you were deranged
Before I was in the fire,
I tried so hard to protect myself
To keep myself safe
To not get hurt again
I was so alone
And it was the first time
I took a chance
And let somebody in
But the person
I opened the door to
Did not exist at all
You lied so you could snare me
My back against the wall
You scared me so much
I couldn’t even speak
I couldn’t scream
I couldn’t say no to you at all
And my crying
The only thing it ever did
Was bring you to your peak
I’d come crashing down
And fall
While you enjoyed the ride
While every day,
In every way
It was killing me inside
You really didn’t care
As long as you got your way
Kept me confused and lost
And in that daze I stayed
I thought that I deserved it,
What you did to me
I thought every thing that came before
Was my fault, you see
So this was just no more than I deserved
And I deserved no less
Inside I was more damaged
Than I can describe,
I really was a mess
Because of that,
And because I was so lost
You were able to do
What you wanted,
No cares about the cost
But I didn’t matter anyway
My body was yours,
Not my own
So I didn’t even have the right
To tell you, I said no
You covered yourself very well
I will kill you if you don’t do what I want
But it’s all a joke, a game, you said
Just in case I should ever tell
But that wasn’t true,
There was nothing fun or not serious about it
Between the two of us we knew
Choked me and smothered me
Till I could barely breathe
Held me down and tied me up
Pulled my hair until I cried
That just got you excited
And every time I died
The shame I felt spiralled
Well out of my control
My self hate and self blame
Increased a million fold
To a vicious cycle it led back
I felt more and more the more you did it
I deserved the attack
Every time you touched me
All I felt was fear and shame
Every touch, my body braced
Waiting for the pain
The only time you were ever gentle with me
Was when it got to be too much and I said
I can’t stand it anymore, please
Stop hurting me
And so you’d be gentle once maybe twice
Until you could back to
What you most liked
And then I’d be living the nightmare again
And again and again
Every day and every night
And I couldn’t stop you and couldn’t fight
I felt my body was yours not mine
Still I see the words “My Body Belongs to Me”
After so much time
I am surprised, I think “It does?”
Somehow it has never seemed that way
I always felt like something, a discarded toy
For grown men to use and to play
You were more extreme that way
You really thought what’s mine was yours,
I had no right to say or choose
I had no right to stop you
Me, you had every right to use
Because I belonged to you, and
You had the right to sex with me
It didn’t matter what I would choose
(Written yesterday, November 16, 2011)
My Body
My Body
I can’t stay here,
I have to fly.
I have to run, I have to hide.
I have to escape, inside my head
Have to scurry, filled with dread
Like a frightened mouse,
I slip and slide,
Trying to outrun
What’s in my mind
Trying to flee this haunted house
That carries ghosts within it still
They try to catch me,
Try to kill
Whatever is left of me inside
Whatever I protected,
Far away and back in time
Back when I froze,
And kept inside me blame that was mine
When I forgot
When I became numb,
Every time terror was brought
In fits,
In scenes,
In nights, in days
Of mornings and evenings
I walked through life in a haze
Of weeks and months and years and single nights
And all of them, every one
Sent me into such terrifying frights
That froze, that burned
That hated and blamed,
And festered inside me
A deep and secret shame
Another layer of numbness brought
Soon it’s not enough,
And I find I am caught
It burns like fire in my veins,
In my body,
My mind, my brain
Soon even the numbness, the freezing, the flying away
The depression, self hatred, self seeking shame
A blame that burned inside my soul
And left behind
A gaping hole
It’s not enough, I can’t contain,
It’s all spilling out of all the broken places,
Cracks and holes that are leaking pain
I can’t even begin to try to seal
A shattered heart,
An inner starvation
That can never be sated by any meal
I can’t turn inward anymore
Can’t turn outward
I am alone, there’s no support
Can’t rely on my defenses to stop the pain
Can’t say I’m too tired,
I want to go home,
I no longer want to play this game
I am strangled silent
I can’t scream or cry
Somewhere along the way I lost myself
I didn’t even get the chance
To tell myself goodbye
Turned to pills, to knives, to glass
To fire and burning smoke
Just trying to survive,
Just waiting and waiting for time to pass
To blows against my body and face
And secret words of written shame,
Indelible even after they are washed away
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to escape this place
I can’t stay here,
I have to fly.
I have to run, I have to hide.
I have to escape, inside my head
Have to scurry, filled with dread
Like a frightened mouse,
I slip and slide,
Trying to outrun
What’s in my mind
Trying to flee this haunted house
That carries ghosts within it still
They try to catch me,
Try to kill
Whatever is left of me inside
Whatever I protected,
Far away and back in time
Back when I froze,
And kept inside me blame that was mine
When I forgot
When I became numb,
Every time terror was brought
In fits,
In scenes,
In nights, in days
Of mornings and evenings
I walked through life in a haze
Of weeks and months and years and single nights
And all of them, every one
Sent me into such terrifying frights
That froze, that burned
That hated and blamed,
And festered inside me
A deep and secret shame
Another layer of numbness brought
Soon it’s not enough,
And I find I am caught
It burns like fire in my veins,
In my body,
My mind, my brain
Soon even the numbness, the freezing, the flying away
The depression, self hatred, self seeking shame
A blame that burned inside my soul
And left behind
A gaping hole
It’s not enough, I can’t contain,
It’s all spilling out of all the broken places,
Cracks and holes that are leaking pain
I can’t even begin to try to seal
A shattered heart,
An inner starvation
That can never be sated by any meal
I can’t turn inward anymore
Can’t turn outward
I am alone, there’s no support
Can’t rely on my defenses to stop the pain
Can’t say I’m too tired,
I want to go home,
I no longer want to play this game
I am strangled silent
I can’t scream or cry
Somewhere along the way I lost myself
I didn’t even get the chance
To tell myself goodbye
Turned to pills, to knives, to glass
To fire and burning smoke
Just trying to survive,
Just waiting and waiting for time to pass
To blows against my body and face
And secret words of written shame,
Indelible even after they are washed away
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to escape this place
Nov. 1, 2011
A couple of days ago, it was suggested to me that some of the information in the AA "12 Steps & 12 Traditions" might be helpful to me. At least, I think it is the same book. Don't know yet. It was actually one of many I dragged down from my bookshelves, many of them 12 Step or ACOA related.
I've started trying to read the book, in an effort to perhaps gain some useful information, but although I have only read Step 1 so far, I am finding it surprisingly difficult.
It is not the steps, or the information therein, that I am having difficulty with, since I've done several step groups so I should have some understanding by now of what all that means.
The problem I am having relies solely upon the fact that every sentence contains the word "alcoholic" and the mind set of an alcoholic, the behaviour of an alcoholic. I'm sure this is deliberate as they are attempting to drive home the point, break through denial and unacceptance of the steps and the program. Which come to think of it, this actually makes me think more of "programming" in the sense than in most 12 steps that aren't related to AA such as Al Anon, ACOA, CODA, SARA et al, they do not try to "break through" your psyche, they help you to stop hating yourself and more gently help you come to realize how you are getting in your own way.
But that isn't it, either. I just find reading about alcoholics, and alcoholism, very triggering. It's hard to get something out of a book that upsets you with every sentence, shoving painful parts of your life in your face, and not in a helpful, recognizing the ways it has impacted you, sort of way.
It makes my stomach upset. It reminds me of horrors I'd just as soon not go back and relive.
I don't know how the hell ACOAs who are also alcoholics handle it.
But right now, I don't think I can handle reading step 2.
It is also, unfortunately, reminding me of the one period in which I did drink alcohol, and not really in a willing, it's-my-choice, sort of way. And I sure as hell do not need reminding about THAT right now.
I need a trip down sexual abuse lane again, especially this week, like I need a hole in between my eyes.
GO AWAY, past, because I cannot deal with you right now.
It's just going to overwhelm me, given how I'm already feeling and how I'm not back at my meeting yet.
I've started trying to read the book, in an effort to perhaps gain some useful information, but although I have only read Step 1 so far, I am finding it surprisingly difficult.
It is not the steps, or the information therein, that I am having difficulty with, since I've done several step groups so I should have some understanding by now of what all that means.
The problem I am having relies solely upon the fact that every sentence contains the word "alcoholic" and the mind set of an alcoholic, the behaviour of an alcoholic. I'm sure this is deliberate as they are attempting to drive home the point, break through denial and unacceptance of the steps and the program. Which come to think of it, this actually makes me think more of "programming" in the sense than in most 12 steps that aren't related to AA such as Al Anon, ACOA, CODA, SARA et al, they do not try to "break through" your psyche, they help you to stop hating yourself and more gently help you come to realize how you are getting in your own way.
But that isn't it, either. I just find reading about alcoholics, and alcoholism, very triggering. It's hard to get something out of a book that upsets you with every sentence, shoving painful parts of your life in your face, and not in a helpful, recognizing the ways it has impacted you, sort of way.
It makes my stomach upset. It reminds me of horrors I'd just as soon not go back and relive.
I don't know how the hell ACOAs who are also alcoholics handle it.
But right now, I don't think I can handle reading step 2.
It is also, unfortunately, reminding me of the one period in which I did drink alcohol, and not really in a willing, it's-my-choice, sort of way. And I sure as hell do not need reminding about THAT right now.
I need a trip down sexual abuse lane again, especially this week, like I need a hole in between my eyes.
GO AWAY, past, because I cannot deal with you right now.
It's just going to overwhelm me, given how I'm already feeling and how I'm not back at my meeting yet.
Nov. 2, 2011
I'm feeling very depressed and sad today. And stressed. And I am extremely tired, I have not been sleeping at all well recently (which is most likely contributing to all the other feelings). I've been thinking about the sign in the billboard above too, since this has come up this week. I've been thinking about God, and spirituality, and religion, and politics and beliefs, and humanity.
And about how many hateful people there are in the world, willing to hurt, attack and judge, willing to force their own beliefs onto others, onto the lives of people they haven't even met, or people they are supposed to know and love.
Willing to disregard humanity, and decency, and love, and compassion, in the name of their religion, or their spirituality, or their political beliefs. Willing to take the "human" out of suffering, while protesting in outrage it isn't about the people, it's about the politics, or it's about the ideal, or it's about the principle.
What are politics, or ideals, or principles, or religion, or spirituality, without humanity, without people?
If all the people simply disappeared from the world today, there wouldn't be any politics, ideals, principles, religion, or spirituality. There would be no faith, love or kindness either.
And, along with the multitudes who choose hate and condemnation, there are just as many who, while they are not foaming at the mouth one way or the other, are still willing to sit back and allow those people to assault with their hatred, or their rabid fanatacism, who won't stand up and say "This is unacceptable." Who won't choose love or compassion, preferring instead, to stay out of their path, even though to do so means tacit agreement with the actions of those they profess not to agree with.
It is this sort of behaviour that makes "good people" allow, en masse, atrocities such as Hitler and the Gestapo, or the Crusades and the Spanish Inquisition, or the Salem witch trials and sadistic killings.
Paranoia. Fear. Hate. Not to mention a healthy dose of "There but for the Grace of God go I."
In other words, better them than me.
Better to be the torturers, the killers, than the suffering, the prey. Better to be the horrified onlookers, gossiping and righteous, than the ones inflicted with the pain.
But someone has to stand up, and reach a hand out to those who are hurting.
Someone has to use their hand for something other than slapping someone down, their mouths for something besides spewing and/or judgment, their minds for something besides rigidly adhering to their beliefs and finding fault with others.
Someone has to be proactive as an intellectual, emotional, physical, spiritual being.
"Proactive" these days is a buzzword for how much you can get done in a day.
And God forbid someone else doesn't achieve that in the tangible, measurable way most people measure their worth.
What is a human being? How does a human being have worth? Does one human being have more worth than another?
There is a reason we are called, "human beings", not "human doings".
Does a baby have more worth than an elderly person?
Does a parent have more worth than a person who is single and has no children?
Is a person with a family worth more than an orphan?
Is a person who works worth more than a person who doesn't?
Is a healthy person worth more than a person who is blind, or in a wheel chair, or has some other physical disability?
Is a happy person worth more than a mentally unstable person?
Is a "normal" person worth more than one with a traumatic brain injury, or a neurological disorder or disease?
Is a healthy child worth more than a child with autism?
Is a person who has led a normal, stable life worth more than one who has lived a lifetime of pain?
Is a rich person worth more than a middle class person? Is a middle class person worth more than a poor person? Is a rich person, a middle class person and a poor person worth more than a homeless person?
Is a heterosexual person worth more than a homosexual person?
Is a person with a stable job and a good family life worth more than a person with an addiction, who lets down and hurts everyone around them, most especially those who love them?
Is a religious or spiritual person worth more than an atheist?
Is a Christian worth more than a Buddhist?
Is a Muslim practicing jihad worth more than any other religion?
Is an American worth more than a Muslim?
Is a Canadian worth more than a Native American?
Is a child born to two parents who love each other and their child, worth more than one from a loving single parent home? Are the two parents worth more than the single parent?
Is an adopted child worth more than a child who goes from foster home to foster home?
Is an honour roll student who lives in a wealthy, hard working family, worth more than the one who skips class, and goes home to two broken, unhealthy parents, who are unable to love themselves, each other, or their child?
Here's another question:
What is the difference between self worth, self esteem, self respect, self regard, self integrity and self love?
Apr. 1, 2011
Very dissociated today... Body memories...
Emotional pain finally coming through. Couldn't face anything couldn't do anything besides dissociate, now that fiance's home I'm starting to feel emotional pain... Finally started writing a little, was able to get a bit done then I had to stop. It was mostly about fear. I called it The Heroin House but it's not finished because I couldn't do anymore. This one I did sort of in a poem format because it's the only way I seem to be able to write at all right now, but it isn't a poem, more just a rambling... Just whatever I could get out of the nightmare in my head. Real flashbacks during dissociative state today. Am kind of starting to wonder if I do have stuff compartmentalized inside me somehow. Otherwise, where is all this crap coming from? I desperately need help but only seem to be able to find it inside myself when I dissociate, maybe that is the difference, between being able to process it in RL instead inside my head.
House of Heroin
It seems like a bad dream
A nightmare of silent screams
Trapped, trapped
And so afraid
Terrified
I thought I was going to die
Did anything to stay alive
Why did it have to be
Why did all those factors cross together
Until it was all my fault
He didn’t show
And I couldn’t face going home
It was so bad there
I was so naïve
Relying on experiences with guys my own age
When it turned out OK
I didn’t think they would lie
I thought saying I had a boyfriend
And wasn’t looking for anything like that
I thought if I set a boundary
It wouldn’t be crossed
‘Cause boys didn’t do that
They might push a little
But if you said no eventually they’d listen
I didn’t know how many of them there were
Or how much older than me they were
Till it was too late
Too late, and I was afraid
They said they’d take me out
Public place, dinner and dancing
I wouldn’t have got in if I’d known
I think they were stalking me
‘Cause someone approached me twice before
Once on foot, once in a car,
I said no
But he never showed
And I didn’t want to go home
Just wanted to do something fun
Been trapped in the psych ward for so long
Only trapped at home because of Christmas
Then I would go to the group home
Finally be away from them
And not hurt anymore, not scared anymore
But it was the day after Christmas
And he never showed
I was supposed to be with him
They lied
To get me inside
Hid how many, how old
Took me to a house instead
And I was trapped
Surrounded by them
We went in
To the House of Heroin
I was so scared, even more scared than I was before
Because I found out they lied to me
Took me to the basement of a house instead
Where no one could see, no one could hear
But I didn’t think about that, I couldn’t
Couldn’t acknowledge their lies
Because I had to survive
I went inside,
Surrounded by men
Watched TV to find something to do, to get away but not let on how frightened I really was
Till they told me to come to the table. No food.
Drugs.
Cocaine and heroin.
I didn’t know what it was then.
They gave me some.
I did it because I had to blend in.
I had to survive.
Gave me more and more.
The most terrifying one sat across the table from me
He never spoke, didn’t do any drugs
Just stared and stared at me
And they started talking about me in a language I didn’t understand
Looking at me
The drugs didn’t do anything except make my tongue go numb
Don’t know why I just seem to be immune
One of them was stoned out of his head
The one giving me all the drugs didn’t do any either
He offered me alcohol but I said no cause it tastes so bad
So he just gave me lots of drugs
I was afraid to say no
Because they were doing them, except those two
And the one guy was really pushing it
The silent one watched me with cold, calculating eyes
Killer eyes
I was so scared of him
He looked capable of anything
I hated myself for so long, so intensely. I felt such a sense of guilt and self blame and self hatred because of what happened to me. I thought I was bad, and a slut, and that I deserved everything bad that happened to me, and worse.
Unfortunately that also set me up for more abuse later on.
But I still feel plagued by guilt and shame and some feelings of self blame. It is hard not to feel that way, even though it isn't even close to the way I used to feel about myself.
And the way my parents treated me made me feel even more that I was bad, and hate myself even more, if that was even possible.
It exacerbated my self hatred, my self blame, and my conviction that I was intrinsically BAD, and that EVERYTHING was my fault.
Emotional pain finally coming through. Couldn't face anything couldn't do anything besides dissociate, now that fiance's home I'm starting to feel emotional pain... Finally started writing a little, was able to get a bit done then I had to stop. It was mostly about fear. I called it The Heroin House but it's not finished because I couldn't do anymore. This one I did sort of in a poem format because it's the only way I seem to be able to write at all right now, but it isn't a poem, more just a rambling... Just whatever I could get out of the nightmare in my head. Real flashbacks during dissociative state today. Am kind of starting to wonder if I do have stuff compartmentalized inside me somehow. Otherwise, where is all this crap coming from? I desperately need help but only seem to be able to find it inside myself when I dissociate, maybe that is the difference, between being able to process it in RL instead inside my head.
House of Heroin
It seems like a bad dream
A nightmare of silent screams
Trapped, trapped
And so afraid
Terrified
I thought I was going to die
Did anything to stay alive
Why did it have to be
Why did all those factors cross together
Until it was all my fault
He didn’t show
And I couldn’t face going home
It was so bad there
I was so naïve
Relying on experiences with guys my own age
When it turned out OK
I didn’t think they would lie
I thought saying I had a boyfriend
And wasn’t looking for anything like that
I thought if I set a boundary
It wouldn’t be crossed
‘Cause boys didn’t do that
They might push a little
But if you said no eventually they’d listen
I didn’t know how many of them there were
Or how much older than me they were
Till it was too late
Too late, and I was afraid
They said they’d take me out
Public place, dinner and dancing
I wouldn’t have got in if I’d known
I think they were stalking me
‘Cause someone approached me twice before
Once on foot, once in a car,
I said no
But he never showed
And I didn’t want to go home
Just wanted to do something fun
Been trapped in the psych ward for so long
Only trapped at home because of Christmas
Then I would go to the group home
Finally be away from them
And not hurt anymore, not scared anymore
But it was the day after Christmas
And he never showed
I was supposed to be with him
They lied
To get me inside
Hid how many, how old
Took me to a house instead
And I was trapped
Surrounded by them
We went in
To the House of Heroin
I was so scared, even more scared than I was before
Because I found out they lied to me
Took me to the basement of a house instead
Where no one could see, no one could hear
But I didn’t think about that, I couldn’t
Couldn’t acknowledge their lies
Because I had to survive
I went inside,
Surrounded by men
Watched TV to find something to do, to get away but not let on how frightened I really was
Till they told me to come to the table. No food.
Drugs.
Cocaine and heroin.
I didn’t know what it was then.
They gave me some.
I did it because I had to blend in.
I had to survive.
Gave me more and more.
The most terrifying one sat across the table from me
He never spoke, didn’t do any drugs
Just stared and stared at me
And they started talking about me in a language I didn’t understand
Looking at me
The drugs didn’t do anything except make my tongue go numb
Don’t know why I just seem to be immune
One of them was stoned out of his head
The one giving me all the drugs didn’t do any either
He offered me alcohol but I said no cause it tastes so bad
So he just gave me lots of drugs
I was afraid to say no
Because they were doing them, except those two
And the one guy was really pushing it
The silent one watched me with cold, calculating eyes
Killer eyes
I was so scared of him
He looked capable of anything
I hated myself for so long, so intensely. I felt such a sense of guilt and self blame and self hatred because of what happened to me. I thought I was bad, and a slut, and that I deserved everything bad that happened to me, and worse.
Unfortunately that also set me up for more abuse later on.
But I still feel plagued by guilt and shame and some feelings of self blame. It is hard not to feel that way, even though it isn't even close to the way I used to feel about myself.
And the way my parents treated me made me feel even more that I was bad, and hate myself even more, if that was even possible.
It exacerbated my self hatred, my self blame, and my conviction that I was intrinsically BAD, and that EVERYTHING was my fault.
Apr. 1, 2011
Feeling triggered and dissociated lately...
Sad to see
Those clear angel eyes following me
As I slip down, down, down
My own mind a landscape of past pain & shame
That girl who had no name
All she was, was a body to be used
Every part of her
Body and heart
Skinned raw from being abused
Body & mind shrieking steel
She comes violently apart
From men who just didn’t care
The marks they left,
The damage there
She is screaming silently why
Eyes closed,
Open wide at the tree inside
On the wall
Of a faceless man
In a faceless house
Dissociated out of her head
Quiet as a mouse
So she doesn’t die
Can’t let this man in this room
See her cry
Can’t remember all those hours, the whole night through
It’s just a blank
She can’t see through
But she can still feel the pain
Knows the hands touched her
Feels the shame
Of having him inside
She can’t stop him
She’s frozen
Doesn’t know how to get away
Except look at the tree
And fade away
Remembers only the first couple of rapes
After that
Her mind escapes
No memories now to find
Can’t remember what he left behind
Just the tree, and hands,
A condom filled with semen
That he used later
After he had erased her
He was her first, in her mouth
Forcing her head into his lap he didn’t know and didn’t care
In the cold night he stripped the clothing off all four layers
Left her bare and naked
Completely vulnerable
No one came and saw him, he hid in the late and the dark
Waiting for a girl lost with no home to go to
She was so tired and cold and hungry
No one to protect her
She asked for help,
But no one answered her plea,
Told her they could not help her
So she was alone
And then he found her,
And there was no one to call
Trying to sleep in a graveyard
Turtle in her shell
As the fog filled the night air
Turned it into a ghost-ridden hell
Felt so guilty
Had to go
No washrooms,
Trying to find a place
That would not turn someone’s loved one’s grave
Into a disgrace
Tried to sleep on the cold hard ground, freezing
Figured it would be a safe place, no one around
Someone walked by
She ran away, spooked by it all
Needed to find a place she would not be found
The only place she knew so far away
Every place she went
Closed down for the day
Even the latest open places
Until she was alone in the streets
Just a kid with a bag and layers of clothes, otherwise faceless
No money for food or the bus,
Just stealing a bag of chips, because she was hungry
Someone gave her some food at a place she was at, trying to sleep
Until they closed the doors
And she was again in the cold, in the dark, in the deep
Abyss of that coldest of nights
Where unknown stalkers drove their cars in dim light
She knew there was a chance but she hoped she might find
A person out there
Who would see a kid who needed some help and be kind
Who wouldn’t make her pay for some warmth and a place to sleep
With her own body, even though it didn’t feel like it was hers to keep
And she didn’t sleep anyway because she was his plaything all through the night
Till the sun came up and not knowing where she was, had to ask him for some change for something to eat and the bus at daylight
Left her feeling dirty and cheap, like a prostitute
But she had a babysitting job to get to that day
She shouldn’t have gone
She cut herself anyway
Curled into a ball
And she told no one, no one at all
When she did,
She was shamed and blamed
You’re so stupid, are you insane?
Just raped 3 weeks ago, you should know
That was how it was going to go
Didn’t want it to be this way
She just wanted a safe place to stay
Bouncing off those four walls
Just wanting to be loved and safe
But reality in her life
It just wasn’t that way
If she’d had a safe place to go,
She’d have said to them,
The answer is no
She wouldn’t have been out there in the night, a firefly searching for home
The masked monsters lying in the night
Laying wait and lying
Taking advantage of her youth and innocence
Casting their dark net, looking for prey
If only she’d had a home,
A place to just be and be ok
To not be hurt anymore
If she had had that kind of place,
Then she would stay.
She ‘d have basked in the light and the warmth of home,
Never ventured out into the dark unknown
Sad to see
Those clear angel eyes following me
As I slip down, down, down
My own mind a landscape of past pain & shame
That girl who had no name
All she was, was a body to be used
Every part of her
Body and heart
Skinned raw from being abused
Body & mind shrieking steel
She comes violently apart
From men who just didn’t care
The marks they left,
The damage there
She is screaming silently why
Eyes closed,
Open wide at the tree inside
On the wall
Of a faceless man
In a faceless house
Dissociated out of her head
Quiet as a mouse
So she doesn’t die
Can’t let this man in this room
See her cry
Can’t remember all those hours, the whole night through
It’s just a blank
She can’t see through
But she can still feel the pain
Knows the hands touched her
Feels the shame
Of having him inside
She can’t stop him
She’s frozen
Doesn’t know how to get away
Except look at the tree
And fade away
Remembers only the first couple of rapes
After that
Her mind escapes
No memories now to find
Can’t remember what he left behind
Just the tree, and hands,
A condom filled with semen
That he used later
After he had erased her
He was her first, in her mouth
Forcing her head into his lap he didn’t know and didn’t care
In the cold night he stripped the clothing off all four layers
Left her bare and naked
Completely vulnerable
No one came and saw him, he hid in the late and the dark
Waiting for a girl lost with no home to go to
She was so tired and cold and hungry
No one to protect her
She asked for help,
But no one answered her plea,
Told her they could not help her
So she was alone
And then he found her,
And there was no one to call
Trying to sleep in a graveyard
Turtle in her shell
As the fog filled the night air
Turned it into a ghost-ridden hell
Felt so guilty
Had to go
No washrooms,
Trying to find a place
That would not turn someone’s loved one’s grave
Into a disgrace
Tried to sleep on the cold hard ground, freezing
Figured it would be a safe place, no one around
Someone walked by
She ran away, spooked by it all
Needed to find a place she would not be found
The only place she knew so far away
Every place she went
Closed down for the day
Even the latest open places
Until she was alone in the streets
Just a kid with a bag and layers of clothes, otherwise faceless
No money for food or the bus,
Just stealing a bag of chips, because she was hungry
Someone gave her some food at a place she was at, trying to sleep
Until they closed the doors
And she was again in the cold, in the dark, in the deep
Abyss of that coldest of nights
Where unknown stalkers drove their cars in dim light
She knew there was a chance but she hoped she might find
A person out there
Who would see a kid who needed some help and be kind
Who wouldn’t make her pay for some warmth and a place to sleep
With her own body, even though it didn’t feel like it was hers to keep
And she didn’t sleep anyway because she was his plaything all through the night
Till the sun came up and not knowing where she was, had to ask him for some change for something to eat and the bus at daylight
Left her feeling dirty and cheap, like a prostitute
But she had a babysitting job to get to that day
She shouldn’t have gone
She cut herself anyway
Curled into a ball
And she told no one, no one at all
When she did,
She was shamed and blamed
You’re so stupid, are you insane?
Just raped 3 weeks ago, you should know
That was how it was going to go
Didn’t want it to be this way
She just wanted a safe place to stay
Bouncing off those four walls
Just wanting to be loved and safe
But reality in her life
It just wasn’t that way
If she’d had a safe place to go,
She’d have said to them,
The answer is no
She wouldn’t have been out there in the night, a firefly searching for home
The masked monsters lying in the night
Laying wait and lying
Taking advantage of her youth and innocence
Casting their dark net, looking for prey
If only she’d had a home,
A place to just be and be ok
To not be hurt anymore
If she had had that kind of place,
Then she would stay.
She ‘d have basked in the light and the warmth of home,
Never ventured out into the dark unknown
