First let me say that I'm grateful for your contributions and I really regret not reaching out sooner. It really gives me hope in a seemingly hopeless situation.
@hithere @Ronin I instantly bought the book! I also read something about that among the dozens of articles about the topic I've read so far. The trauma I experienced was a kind of
( attempted) soul murder. I just don't want to get into the details but this is definitetly true. I did that in response to my childhood when I witnessed and experienced a lot of violence therefore I understood first-hand the devastating effects it can have on your body and mind short-term and in the long run. I never wanted to be like my parents so I made such a vow to never
initiate force against another and it also felt like I broke that vow on that day.
I know that I should focus on my needs but I have trouble finding joy in anything at the moment. It's kind of hard to enjoy anything without (access to) emotions.
After my .. soul loss .. I also experienced a range of unusal experiences . I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly
felt on some level how small I am compared to the universe. Maybe that's normal for other people but for me it was the first time I experienced that. I certainly didn't think that it was some kind of awakening but it made me wonder nonetheless why this happened to me at this point.
Even more interesting to me is that I dreamt of my father. In the dream I was sitting with him in our old family car and he looked at me while my body was transforming into something monstrous like a deforming skin disease. I heard that my father was diagnosed as having
Borderline Personality Disorder a long time ago. He might as well also be a
narcissist like my mother or suffer from both disorders. I didn't have much conversation with my dad at all so I barely know him. I was always afraid to be become like him so this dream was like a warning shot for me. I haven't seen him in years. (No Contact)
Disclaimer: This is a lot of layman speculation and my personal observations. Please don't take it too seriously but I'm desperatetly looking for an answer.
I think I might have (had) a mix of my parents issues. I think that isn't a surprise as personalities are contagious and especially in your formative years where you absorb everything like a sponge. I had it more or less under control my whole life although it caused me a lot of trouble. I noticed narcissistic defenses arising in me when I was 12* so I always knew that this was an issue I had to get under control. It shows up in the way I perceive situations and how I'm somtimes not able to really take the perspective and feelings of another person in account intutively/emotionally. I also fear and loathe intimacy although I know that's what I really need. When I was younger I also had grandiose self-image which I hated to have because I really didn't identify with this image at all intellectually. I have to use my mind for a lot of these tasks because the emotional nuances of situations and people are often lost on me although I'm very good when it comes to reading facial cues. That's why a lot of people thought of me as a true empath although I am not capable of emotional empathy most of the time. My empathy is more cognition-based rather than emotional in nature. Besides certain drugs nothing has helped against that so far. I hope that this makes even remotely sense to anyone who isn't familiar with the issue. Despite all of that I have to say that I don't see myself as disordered. I rather think that I haven't met the right people for me yet and I had to protect myself from the world due to my high sensitvity (which I may have lost now). I can always provide clarification if someone is interested in that kind of dialogue.
*I can clearly see the reasons for that. I grew up with parents who were demonstrating a complete lack of empathic attunement towards me coupled with violence, excessive praise and neglectful/non-existing parenting. Both my parents were devoid of empathy. I think I picked up a great deal of my empathy from a good friend of mine when I was younger.
@Reflections I just had so many bad experiences with therapists I gave up on them.
My current/former therapist made my life worse. In defense of the noble profession I have to say that I demonstrated a lack of good judgement/empathy when I unfortunately chose him to be my therapist. I was at rock bottom at the time. I had five intital sessions with about 5 therapists and I became tired of looking for another in my severley depressed state so I settled for someone who I suspected to have a similar history to mine because I thought: a) he would be able to empathize with me better and b) he would try harder because of the similiar history c) he obviously had a lot of experience. I had wild ideas about some people's capacity for rational thinking back then.. boy was I naive. I told him a lot of true stuff about myself and he told me that I'm wrong. Years later it turned out everything I told him in the beginning was true he just didn't want to believe it because he was subconcsiously defending his father and a lot of other nonsense. I had to find that out myself because he didn't even admit that he made a lot of mistakes before I had confronted him. He wasn't ashamed after that and he even tried to minimize his mistakes although he admitted that he made mistakes in the end. That's the danger of seeing mediocre therapists and the supposedly good ones have waiting lists up to a year and a half here.
That said I try to look for a better therapist now.
In the meantime I try as hard as I can to figure the problem out myself. I don't know of course what kind of crazy good therapist you have but just your posts were much more beneficial to me than a lot of the therapy that I.. endured. If it works for other people that's really great but I've become skeptical of therapy(therapists?) and I was a strong advocate before all of that.
@shimmerz I thought about how I can separate that part from me again but I didn't come up with a solution. I thought about analyzing myself rigorously and then I just try to not act on the abuser parts till they die out so to speak but I will try your solution and maybe it works for me too.
I know this post is a little bit of a rant but you can't imagine how surreal and grotesque it all seems to me after I put the pieces together. It's not a pretty cat picture. I can tell you that.