LostintheDark
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My thread title is an old Smiths song, fairly depressing but sounds amazing.
But seriously, two years ago I was retraumatized in a clinic. I hadn't even realized I'd been traumatized. I checked in because of anxiety problems and wanting to learn better coping skills. I came out worse than when I went in. I don't blame the clinic. I was 42 and was under the impression I'd put grown the scars of child abuse. As it would turn out, those scars are from the trauma.
See, I thought, that I just had a rough childhood. I didn't see it as abuse until I was 10 yo. I asked my grandfather if I was abused. He didn't want to answer but finally said yes.
I lived with my abusers, my mother and stepfather, another 5 to 7 years.
I showed teachers the blood bruises from my lower back to my upper thighs. They just came out to talk to my parents and my parent denied abusing me, so they left and I was branded a liar.
My abuse started earlier than the age of 7. By the time I was in going into my late teens the abuse had also turned to neglect. In some cases by people who really weren't responsible for me but were trying.
The point is, I'm 44 now. I understand that my past is in my past, but why can't I hold onto friends now? This might seem like a topic change but it isn't. My psychiatrist wants me to expand my circle of support. I don't know how to meet new people anymore. I don't want to have more people around to trigger me. God it just feels like it gets harder and harder.
I felt better the last month, overall. My doctor put me on Xanax XR, trying to taper me back off of Xanax.
I already meditate 10 minutes a day but my doctor wants me to increase that to three 20 minute sessions.
I used to go to a support chat, but I was getting triggered way too much there.
Anyone with ideas?
But seriously, two years ago I was retraumatized in a clinic. I hadn't even realized I'd been traumatized. I checked in because of anxiety problems and wanting to learn better coping skills. I came out worse than when I went in. I don't blame the clinic. I was 42 and was under the impression I'd put grown the scars of child abuse. As it would turn out, those scars are from the trauma.
See, I thought, that I just had a rough childhood. I didn't see it as abuse until I was 10 yo. I asked my grandfather if I was abused. He didn't want to answer but finally said yes.
I lived with my abusers, my mother and stepfather, another 5 to 7 years.
I showed teachers the blood bruises from my lower back to my upper thighs. They just came out to talk to my parents and my parent denied abusing me, so they left and I was branded a liar.
My abuse started earlier than the age of 7. By the time I was in going into my late teens the abuse had also turned to neglect. In some cases by people who really weren't responsible for me but were trying.
The point is, I'm 44 now. I understand that my past is in my past, but why can't I hold onto friends now? This might seem like a topic change but it isn't. My psychiatrist wants me to expand my circle of support. I don't know how to meet new people anymore. I don't want to have more people around to trigger me. God it just feels like it gets harder and harder.
I felt better the last month, overall. My doctor put me on Xanax XR, trying to taper me back off of Xanax.
I already meditate 10 minutes a day but my doctor wants me to increase that to three 20 minute sessions.
I used to go to a support chat, but I was getting triggered way too much there.
Anyone with ideas?