ILoveLife
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Yeah, exposure works.
My fear still exists but at least it's no longer complete panic.
Bright side.
My fear still exists but at least it's no longer complete panic.
Bright side.
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Yes, safe for now, thanks. I see what you mean -I think the issue is that this is one of the things that make people cringe. When it's not happening to them, most people don't want to think about it/look at it/know about it.What matters most is that you have survived and are safe and you are able to access resources and support as you heal and go forward in life.
I read this, and thought: OH! Pepper Spray!!! That's a GREAT IDEA!!!! LOL. Thank you.I carry pepper spray and a whistle to make my loved ones feel safe.
My issue is I'm not dealing with something that is static, like a broken arm or a slippery floor. When you bring other humans - who could do *anything* into it, all bets are off. When I lived with him, I tried to modify my actions to prevent myself from falling on that soapy floor. But when someone's nuts, that doesn't work. There are no predictable responses. The only way I can modify my actions to avoid the worst possible consequences is to remove myself from the environment. i/e run away. And when I can't run away, I panic. I'm not saying panic is productive, I'm just saying it's how I'm responding. Because I have no control over other people squirting soap on the floor in front of me. All I can do is try to avoid people like that - and when I can't, I get upset/stressed/panicky.Unless something actually warrants it. Like ... stepping on a soapy slick surface. At which point? I modify my actions.
I think most of us with early childhood trauma anyway, are like this by nature. And I have been stalked and harassed as well. Years ago and I still have panic attacks when I leave one location to go to another.I tried to modify my actions to prevent myself from falling on that soapy floor. But when someone's nuts, that doesn't work.
I realize that exposure works for some people.. I don't think it works for me. I have fought the impulse to run for literally years at a stretch before, until I finally gave up and ran. Ongoing exposure didn't work for me, it just made me worse. I'm *only* happy and peaceful when I feel safe - and I only feel safe when I feel pretty confident that my stalker hasn't found me yet. It's like that corny Julia Roberts movie - sleeping with the enemy. She's all happy in her new life - and then she opens the cabinets and all the cans are perfect, and she's screaming her brains out. I can so identify with that. So many times, I'm all happy in my new life, and then one day I get the 'I found you, haha aren't I clever?' taunting phone call, and I am all flipped out again. And I only feel safe when I've run away to a new place where I can have a new life. And yes, this is a cycle that will continue until someday he gets bored with all this BS. And yes, he gets to live rent-free in my head, and blah blah blah. But if my choice is running and being happy vs. staying and being miserable just so I can 'feel powerful' well, Bleep that Bleep because I could care less about 'power' if being powerless means being free and happy and peaceful at least MOST OF THE TIME. When I try to stay, I am miserable all the time. When I run, I'm happy - until he finds me again. Why should I not choose happiness if that's what works for me?Only way out is to stare it down.
Ok. That doesn't mean, that you are going to remain in the same mental place you are right now. It doesn't mean that things can't get better. It will take work and time but it's achievable. So many people here have done that. You are not alone in this and there are wise people here who can share their experiences and the tools they used to build a health, safe-enough lifeFor me, there is no coming back
And that works great if stalkers are past tense. I totally get that in the past tense. Present tense, however, there is no safe enough. If everyone who wanted to hurt me got put on a spaceship to Mars, I'd be able to work out 'safe enough' - as it is, 'safe enough' is only where no one knows where I am, and I have plenty of escape routes, phone # on speed dial, safety plans, etc. And still this is only 'safe enough' that I can sleep 3 or 4 hours a night. Which is better than nothing, but not ideal.My friend, who has PTSD, gave me a way to phrase this tat really helped. She talked about the idea of "safe enough". No, the world isn't safe. And if you have had abusers/stalkers in your life, it can be more unsafe.
All good ideas - and dumb that weapons of defense are illegal.Pepper spray/bear scare goes with me everywhere, and an extensible baton with ball bearings in the head, and a couple of knives (all illegal and considered concealed weapons here) and while these don't exactly make me safe, they do even up the odds a bit.
I don't know what you look like, but I'd say that the current you is pretty... pretty awesome/confident/tough/bada$$...what I was has been exterminated and what has come into this world to replace it, is not pretty.
Everything I wrote was about dealing with life post trauma.When I lived with him, I tried to modify my actions to prevent myself from falling on that soapy floor. But when someone's nuts, that doesn't work.
I just want to be able to think again without constant panic. There's got to be a place in the middle there.