caliaviator
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Today I went to therapy, and it really did hit me where it hurt. I started talking about my childhood from the 4th grade up and initially I was talking about it, but then the therapist noticed that I was talking about it with some distance, as if it were happening to someone else. As we probed in deeper she still noticed some emotional detachment on my part when I talked about the issues. When I started using the words "I" and "me" and talking about how I actually felt rather than what happened it nearly broke me.
It's been so long since I actually approached my past issues with feeling that I pretty damn near lost the ability to feel. It was very foreign to me, It was like when you dig through a box you haven't opened in years and then you come across this little wooden box buried deep within the mess that contains everything you put aside in order to adopt your new self that would help you survive the trauma. Tears were building up and I honestly, for the very first time in a long time, felt truly vulnerable. To be honest it scares me because I spent years, a decade in a half, just reinventing myself in order to survive in a situation where many people would just give up and commit suicide because it was too much.
My therapist also told me that one thing she noticed was that every time I talk to her about these things I become extremely emotionless. I know this isn't news since I heard it often but when someone sees this then does a pretty good job at tearing, or at least damaging the safeguard it just really impacts me.
I really don't know what to think. For the first time in years the place that I tried to forget and avoid I caught a glimpse of it. It's as intimidating and foreboding as I remember it, and suddenly I'm becoming that 4th grader again. For so long I tried to suppress my childhood self because I saw it as "weak", but now my long lost childhood self is coming out and is still as terrified as it was then.
To make matters worse, I saw one of the kids that drew me into a life of violence from high school. It's like my past is surfacing not only mentally, but physically. Immediately my guard went up and was ready to fight as if it was programmed into me for a lack of a better term, but at the same time that 4th grader came out and just filled me with dread. I told my dad everything that I was scared to tell him when I was younger. It was extremely hard but I forced myself to do it. I was holding back tears but yet kept my composure. I was that emotionless robot again, but inside screaming and tortured. My dad only saw bits and pieces of my hell; he never saw the full extent of it. But he at least knows about why I'm going to therapy. It was my life combined with my life in the military, combined with even more stress that made me break. At least he understands.
Right now I have so much hatred inside. So much vengeance, where I want to line up all the people who put me through hell and give them what they gave me so they know what they did to me. That within itself would be perfect justice, black and white, an eye for an eye. I use this hatred and anger to push people away, it permeates everything I do even when the moments are supposed to be happy ones. It's the radiation in the beam of sunshine and the rattlesnake in the calm field where one would have a picnic. And the worst thing was this was so normal for me that I didn't even notice it, it became routine. I want it out, but it feels like it's a part of me.
One thing that the therapist did is when she ripped my defense mechanism, my entire body shook. This is going to be hell that's going to trump all my previous hells, and I feel like I'm just now starting my decent.
It's been so long since I actually approached my past issues with feeling that I pretty damn near lost the ability to feel. It was very foreign to me, It was like when you dig through a box you haven't opened in years and then you come across this little wooden box buried deep within the mess that contains everything you put aside in order to adopt your new self that would help you survive the trauma. Tears were building up and I honestly, for the very first time in a long time, felt truly vulnerable. To be honest it scares me because I spent years, a decade in a half, just reinventing myself in order to survive in a situation where many people would just give up and commit suicide because it was too much.
My therapist also told me that one thing she noticed was that every time I talk to her about these things I become extremely emotionless. I know this isn't news since I heard it often but when someone sees this then does a pretty good job at tearing, or at least damaging the safeguard it just really impacts me.
I really don't know what to think. For the first time in years the place that I tried to forget and avoid I caught a glimpse of it. It's as intimidating and foreboding as I remember it, and suddenly I'm becoming that 4th grader again. For so long I tried to suppress my childhood self because I saw it as "weak", but now my long lost childhood self is coming out and is still as terrified as it was then.
To make matters worse, I saw one of the kids that drew me into a life of violence from high school. It's like my past is surfacing not only mentally, but physically. Immediately my guard went up and was ready to fight as if it was programmed into me for a lack of a better term, but at the same time that 4th grader came out and just filled me with dread. I told my dad everything that I was scared to tell him when I was younger. It was extremely hard but I forced myself to do it. I was holding back tears but yet kept my composure. I was that emotionless robot again, but inside screaming and tortured. My dad only saw bits and pieces of my hell; he never saw the full extent of it. But he at least knows about why I'm going to therapy. It was my life combined with my life in the military, combined with even more stress that made me break. At least he understands.
Right now I have so much hatred inside. So much vengeance, where I want to line up all the people who put me through hell and give them what they gave me so they know what they did to me. That within itself would be perfect justice, black and white, an eye for an eye. I use this hatred and anger to push people away, it permeates everything I do even when the moments are supposed to be happy ones. It's the radiation in the beam of sunshine and the rattlesnake in the calm field where one would have a picnic. And the worst thing was this was so normal for me that I didn't even notice it, it became routine. I want it out, but it feels like it's a part of me.
One thing that the therapist did is when she ripped my defense mechanism, my entire body shook. This is going to be hell that's going to trump all my previous hells, and I feel like I'm just now starting my decent.