Hello, everyone!
I've been reading your posts for a very long time now, but today is the day I decided to sign-up. Because now it's the time for me to finally share some things that I have never shared with anyone before. And I want to thank you, because though you didn't know, you have been really helpful for nearly two years now.
I promise to try and keep this post short. So here we go:
First, I have never been on therapy. But I know that I have Dissociation-Depersonalization-Derealization. The 3D! We are 3D creatures! Not at the same time and not at the same extent. But now and then I have all three of them with breaks in the between. My main problem though was DP. I hadn't realized it before. I got it in a dramatic extent, when the -I don't want to even say it- happened to me. That VERY EXACT moment. The minute he started doing -the things I don't want to talk about them- I got outside my body. I remember so well seeing myself watching the entire scene as an outsider. As a stranger to it. And the day after that. And the next. (I don't recall exactly how many times it happened, that part has been completely erased from my memory). Until he stopped because I never went back (he was my teacher).
And I get it, why the cope mechanism popped-up. I know now why my mind did that though I still can't forgive myself for not simply attacking on him back then to make him stop. (This is why I still avoid conflicts at any cost until today. That's what I learnt to do.) But I did freeze. Because moving would have been equal to happening. Not responding to it, made me think that nothing was happening! I didn't move, because my brain was desperately wanted to make me believe that this was so, so, so, SO NOT happening. There was no absolutely freaking way this was happening to me. There was no way for me admitting it was happening to me! It wasn't me, it was some other girl in my place, and I was just standing somewhere watching them! Or I was dreaming. Or -better- both! And I really believed that, until I stopped thinking about it altogether (thank weed). Because, yes, drugs, a lot of wine and depression are the words that describe best the years that followed. And you can imagine the rest: always dissociate from people, memories, feelings, relationships, goals, me; always thinking that reality could be something else. Always the lies I had to say, lies that were the only truth and connection of mine to the outside world, always seeing myself watching my life as if I was in a dream. (And I am not talking about the Poe-way being inside a dream.) Always the anxiety. And everything stemmed from DP. DP can be so tricky, I wish I had the proper words to describe it.... that feeling... as if you can actually feel the texture of your environment and at the same time you not being part of it. I hadn't realized that I had DP until very recently. It came as a huge revelation. But it all made sense. The symptoms, the reason I did it. Finally it all made sense. I even had a name for my condition. I thought I had depression due to my SI, but depression was more like a symptom of DP and DR.
I am much better now though. Really. I think I have more of DS rather than DP. But here is the thing. Last night I took the Steinberg Depersonalization Test.
And I scored 57. Severe Depersonalization.
And then, all of a sudden, I remembered something I had completely forgotten about. I remembered strolling with my parents when I was 5 (or 6) and feeling that I was being watched. I remember feeling all the out-of-the-body things I was feeling when the trauma happened! No trauma occurred back then. Okay, I wasn't exactly the definition of a happy child, and perhaps I wasn't being loved the way my heart desired, but no particular event happened. My environment was just being stressful not just at home, but at school as well. So, I am thinking that maybe DP is happening because it is part of our brain, something like our DNA. Maybe it's something we can't get rid of… Besides, they still haven't found a treatment, right?
I mean, I had depersonalization MANY YEARS BEFORE the traumatic event happened to me. How possible is to stop having it after that?
There are, however, ways to deal with it. The secret is to keep your mind ALWAYS busy. Read books, poetry, articles. Analyze paintings, lyrics, political agendas, go to the movies, RUN (working-out is extremely helpful), avoid drugs, and find people you could trust. But we will never actually cease to live with that… or the fear of it, or the shadow of it. Right?
Thanks so much for listening. Thanks for being there!
I've been reading your posts for a very long time now, but today is the day I decided to sign-up. Because now it's the time for me to finally share some things that I have never shared with anyone before. And I want to thank you, because though you didn't know, you have been really helpful for nearly two years now.
I promise to try and keep this post short. So here we go:
First, I have never been on therapy. But I know that I have Dissociation-Depersonalization-Derealization. The 3D! We are 3D creatures! Not at the same time and not at the same extent. But now and then I have all three of them with breaks in the between. My main problem though was DP. I hadn't realized it before. I got it in a dramatic extent, when the -I don't want to even say it- happened to me. That VERY EXACT moment. The minute he started doing -the things I don't want to talk about them- I got outside my body. I remember so well seeing myself watching the entire scene as an outsider. As a stranger to it. And the day after that. And the next. (I don't recall exactly how many times it happened, that part has been completely erased from my memory). Until he stopped because I never went back (he was my teacher).
And I get it, why the cope mechanism popped-up. I know now why my mind did that though I still can't forgive myself for not simply attacking on him back then to make him stop. (This is why I still avoid conflicts at any cost until today. That's what I learnt to do.) But I did freeze. Because moving would have been equal to happening. Not responding to it, made me think that nothing was happening! I didn't move, because my brain was desperately wanted to make me believe that this was so, so, so, SO NOT happening. There was no absolutely freaking way this was happening to me. There was no way for me admitting it was happening to me! It wasn't me, it was some other girl in my place, and I was just standing somewhere watching them! Or I was dreaming. Or -better- both! And I really believed that, until I stopped thinking about it altogether (thank weed). Because, yes, drugs, a lot of wine and depression are the words that describe best the years that followed. And you can imagine the rest: always dissociate from people, memories, feelings, relationships, goals, me; always thinking that reality could be something else. Always the lies I had to say, lies that were the only truth and connection of mine to the outside world, always seeing myself watching my life as if I was in a dream. (And I am not talking about the Poe-way being inside a dream.) Always the anxiety. And everything stemmed from DP. DP can be so tricky, I wish I had the proper words to describe it.... that feeling... as if you can actually feel the texture of your environment and at the same time you not being part of it. I hadn't realized that I had DP until very recently. It came as a huge revelation. But it all made sense. The symptoms, the reason I did it. Finally it all made sense. I even had a name for my condition. I thought I had depression due to my SI, but depression was more like a symptom of DP and DR.
I am much better now though. Really. I think I have more of DS rather than DP. But here is the thing. Last night I took the Steinberg Depersonalization Test.
And I scored 57. Severe Depersonalization.
And then, all of a sudden, I remembered something I had completely forgotten about. I remembered strolling with my parents when I was 5 (or 6) and feeling that I was being watched. I remember feeling all the out-of-the-body things I was feeling when the trauma happened! No trauma occurred back then. Okay, I wasn't exactly the definition of a happy child, and perhaps I wasn't being loved the way my heart desired, but no particular event happened. My environment was just being stressful not just at home, but at school as well. So, I am thinking that maybe DP is happening because it is part of our brain, something like our DNA. Maybe it's something we can't get rid of… Besides, they still haven't found a treatment, right?
I mean, I had depersonalization MANY YEARS BEFORE the traumatic event happened to me. How possible is to stop having it after that?
There are, however, ways to deal with it. The secret is to keep your mind ALWAYS busy. Read books, poetry, articles. Analyze paintings, lyrics, political agendas, go to the movies, RUN (working-out is extremely helpful), avoid drugs, and find people you could trust. But we will never actually cease to live with that… or the fear of it, or the shadow of it. Right?
Thanks so much for listening. Thanks for being there!
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