Hey
@Ronin , thanks so much for thinking of me.
I
just came home from therapy and I am beyond exhausted. I will talk about this flashback stuff now and then I'm gonna take a break from talking about it for a while (its what me and my T think is the best thing to do in my current situation). I don't even know how I'm gonna be able to write it all down but I have to because I know my forgetful scatterbrain. And its important that I don't forget all of this.
I've never been this anxious, dissociated and dysregulated in my therapists office before. I felt like I was 12 or 13 years old after telling her about the flashback and my whole body was shaking violently, I felt like I couldn't breathe, I could barely finish my sentences. Suddenly I didn't even remember words like "teakettle", I was stuttering so much, it was very embarrassing. She could tell I was embarassed about it and she was so, so, so patient with me. She gently helped me to get back to the present with many clever techniques and remained completely calm during my breakdown, which helped me a
great deal.
She asked me questions like "what is the size of your shoes", and then she asked me "what does the size of your shoes
feel like?" and I was so shocked because I impulsively wanted to answer "duh, they feel just the way they are supposed to feel like", but I couldn't, because that wasn't true. I instinctively knew what shoe size I had, and it was the shoe size I had had when I was about 12 or 13 years old. She asked me where I lived and I answered her question and she said "no" and I then realized I had said the name of the street where I grew up. I've not lived there since 7 years. She helped me remember my current apartment, which was so grounding, because I love my current sun flooded apartment.
It took me about an hour until I wasn't shaking that violently anymore. And then we talked about a lot of memories that had started to flood my brain (I had remembered them before this session already, but they had never really made sense to me. They all come from a time period when I was about 12/13).
I began to sleep in a weird way at night when I was about 12 or 13 and I
hated it. I often felt as if I was half awake and half asleep at the same time. In that state, it was as if I could only move and talk with great effort. To this day I struggle with this kind of dissociative sleep, and my (ex?dontknowyet)boyfriend has often told me that if I talk, I talk like a child when I'm in this state. He said I always hide under the blanket and that if he disturbs me, I get
very aggressive. He said its scares him a lot because it feels as if he can't reach me. I am never quite conscious when it happens, so I can't really recall what I've said or done.
I started dissociating very badly when I was about this age, too. I remember seeing faces of other people through a tunnel, I remember that everything appeared to move faster around me.
I began to have an "evil voice" inside of my head that told me to kill myself and I was showing a lot of symptoms of OCD (especially regarding cleanliness of my private parts).
I began to wear swimming suits even when I was bathing at home in a locked bathroom. I completely avoided looking at my body. Before this flashback, I said to my T that back then, I pretended
as if I didn't have a body.
At that age, I also started to
hate hugging or kissing my dad because I was scared of sexually arousing him and feeling his...aroused genitals against my body. I even anxiously looked at his crotch after hugging him. UGH. I hate writing this down. This is still a problem that I'm dealing with, even though not to the same extent.
I also started to stage sex between Barbie and Ken and afterwards, I would throw Ken into a basket and close the lid and say "now he can't come out".
I drew naked men that were peeing.
I was regressing. I started to drink warm (cows) milk out of a bottle again. I sucked at the fingers of my mum and pretended that I was little. I secretly took my old pacifiers out of the cupboard and used them.
The thing is, most of my 11-15 year old past is wiped from my memory, which I always found weird. And today my therapist noticed that I almost only have access to feeling like that age again when I'm drugged (high or drunk), which is very true.
When I got drunk with my boyfriend and had sex with him one time, I felt as if I was 13 and suddenly panicked without being able to move or talk to say "stop". Later I cried in the bathroom, feeling horribly used even though my boyfriend would never hurt me in that way.
The first time I smoked weed I felt as if I was 13 years old, I felt so much shame without knowing why, and then later on, I began to feel unwanted bodily sexual arousal and masturbated without wanting to. I stopped inbetween when I managed to take control over my body but I couldn't control myself all the time. It felt
horrible, almost like a violation, and I could never tell anyone about it.
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Okay, I need to stop. This is dysregulating me again. I need to go to sleep, I feel as if I ran a f*cking marathon. I actually only had a one-hour session planned today, but my T was SO kind and simply extended the therapy so that in the end, we talked for 2 and a half hours??? Until I was completely regulated again? She is just awesome.
In the end, we put the flashback into a safe where it won't come out until we are ready to work on it during therapy (we have so much other stuff going on and I really don't want to explore this further right now).
Thanks so much for listening and caring.