Sweetleaf
Diamond Member
Last night I had a major "being around sketchy seeming people who probably are totally benign but make me feel sketched out anyway because traumabrain" moment - it was all men, except for one woman, who also was very sketchy. I'll get into that in a bit. (men dont take that the wrong way - I think it's bullshit the stereotypes that get applied to men, but PTSD doesn't give a f*ck about my opinions and says "haha f*ck you bitch, you're gonna be afraid of them anyway")
I think this is sorta maybe rooted in my liquor store trauma. I don't really want to get into explaining it but, I'm in the middle of working on it in EMDR sessions - because it's the only trauma I have that doesn't directly have anything to do with my abuser, the f*ckin' psycho.
It's the actions of one man who made it traumaitc, but it also involved multiple men (and two women, it was a big group of f*cking shitstains that need to f*ckin drink bleach, sorry if I'm bein' a little dark), who were with that guy and harassing me with him, he was just the one who got aggressive. Uuuugh I have to stop there my heart is beating too f*ckign fast.
Okay so anyway - last night I was in the gas station, and I looked around, and it was all men. Men in their mid 20's to early 30's if I had to guess. All of them set off my "danger" alarm, like individually - all of them looked like late night crowd people (it was 1:30 AM) - same general look as the people in the liquor store trauma.
Then one came in after me and stood behind me (in line). Then two more came in with a woman, who definitely looked like she f*cking -loves- meth, and trust me I have dealt with a f*cking massive number of meth heads, seeing as I worked at a smoke shop and sold them their pipes. I can clock them from a mile away. The guy behind me was creeping me out, the guy in front of me was creeping me out, every single person in that entire f*cking store including the f*cking cashier, was creeping me the f*ck out.
I felt like I was gonna get attacked - even though I was f*cking fine, and there wasn't really any reason to be afraid, and I've been in so much sketchier situations in my life, before my trauma, and not even given a single f*ck. Like.... actually sketchy situations, not like, simple ordinary run of the mill late night folk buying shit at a convenience store scaring me because I'm a spaz sort of situations...
I was going in and out of depersonalization/derealization.
I was like, dammit, why do I leave the bear spray in the car? Why don't I take it with me and just deal with having this big fat can of F*CK OFF on my belt? Why did I stop bringing my knife with me everywhere? I used to carry a f*cking -gun- for f*cks sake.
I have this like fear with weapons now, too - that any that I have, will wind up in the hands of whoever is attacking me. So it almost feels less safe to have weapons on me now, sometimes. I think that's because of my experiences with my abuser.
It's like the whole store had a huge "danger" vibe - even had a big guy loitering outside acting really shifty. I powerwalked to my car after paying, jumped in, slammed the door, slammed the lock button, stuck the bear spray in the cup holder, and then kinda just sat there for a minute and tried to get my shit back together so I could drive home.
Anyway - this post is very rambley, but, does anyone relate? Do you ever just like, walk into a situation, or a store, or something, and everything about it just sends you into "this is super unsafe and I'm gonna be attacked or f*cked with at any moment" mode or anything like that?
What can I do in those situations to calm myself down? What can I do to make it through those better?
I think this is sorta maybe rooted in my liquor store trauma. I don't really want to get into explaining it but, I'm in the middle of working on it in EMDR sessions - because it's the only trauma I have that doesn't directly have anything to do with my abuser, the f*ckin' psycho.
It's the actions of one man who made it traumaitc, but it also involved multiple men (and two women, it was a big group of f*cking shitstains that need to f*ckin drink bleach, sorry if I'm bein' a little dark), who were with that guy and harassing me with him, he was just the one who got aggressive. Uuuugh I have to stop there my heart is beating too f*ckign fast.
Okay so anyway - last night I was in the gas station, and I looked around, and it was all men. Men in their mid 20's to early 30's if I had to guess. All of them set off my "danger" alarm, like individually - all of them looked like late night crowd people (it was 1:30 AM) - same general look as the people in the liquor store trauma.
Then one came in after me and stood behind me (in line). Then two more came in with a woman, who definitely looked like she f*cking -loves- meth, and trust me I have dealt with a f*cking massive number of meth heads, seeing as I worked at a smoke shop and sold them their pipes. I can clock them from a mile away. The guy behind me was creeping me out, the guy in front of me was creeping me out, every single person in that entire f*cking store including the f*cking cashier, was creeping me the f*ck out.
I felt like I was gonna get attacked - even though I was f*cking fine, and there wasn't really any reason to be afraid, and I've been in so much sketchier situations in my life, before my trauma, and not even given a single f*ck. Like.... actually sketchy situations, not like, simple ordinary run of the mill late night folk buying shit at a convenience store scaring me because I'm a spaz sort of situations...
I was going in and out of depersonalization/derealization.
I was like, dammit, why do I leave the bear spray in the car? Why don't I take it with me and just deal with having this big fat can of F*CK OFF on my belt? Why did I stop bringing my knife with me everywhere? I used to carry a f*cking -gun- for f*cks sake.
I have this like fear with weapons now, too - that any that I have, will wind up in the hands of whoever is attacking me. So it almost feels less safe to have weapons on me now, sometimes. I think that's because of my experiences with my abuser.
It's like the whole store had a huge "danger" vibe - even had a big guy loitering outside acting really shifty. I powerwalked to my car after paying, jumped in, slammed the door, slammed the lock button, stuck the bear spray in the cup holder, and then kinda just sat there for a minute and tried to get my shit back together so I could drive home.
Anyway - this post is very rambley, but, does anyone relate? Do you ever just like, walk into a situation, or a store, or something, and everything about it just sends you into "this is super unsafe and I'm gonna be attacked or f*cked with at any moment" mode or anything like that?
What can I do in those situations to calm myself down? What can I do to make it through those better?