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Confused About Complex Trauma

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I accept that my behavior is self destructive. (I am becoming more aware that the message I learned early in life that even basic needs were not important for me.)..... I know that my lack of motivation to change is not good for me..... I know what I should be doing. Im feeling like I am in this stuck place that I need to get past.

.... I use to believe that I was in control..... I have reverted back to childhood thinking..... something bad will just happen and ..... I think this comes from the complicated trauma that caused shame and showed lack of worth as child.

Brat,
Can you think about this situation as if you had a foster child who had been deprived of food and abused for her whole life. Then, she was entrusted to you for the help she needed. What would you do for her? What would be comfort food for her? Does she need soft music to feel safe enough to eat? How would you act toward her to show her that she has value? Would you call her names or would you notice some small things that she can do and encourage her.

A T. said to me early on that I had to learn to be my own mother, I thought she was kidding. What a joke! MY MOTHER ! No. No not her, me. Be the mother I was to my kids for me. I rejected the idea at first. I didn't deserve it but by then I just was glimpsing that I might have some worth. I thought about that. I pondered that idea for a long time. Then, I realized that I would have liked to have had me for a mother. I bought some play dough. I took myself for short walks, and bought the tape of Baby Baluga again since it had been playing in the cars for years.

You are already a step ahead of me since you still go to the store and buy fruits and veggies and milk. That foster kid is going to be one lucky kid! Even if she likes to smoke. I know some 11yr. olds who smoke.

Is it time to raise yourself?
 
Thank you Mercy. The produce is rotting and I cant eat it-its for others.
In my twenties I would go 3-4 days without food. I was very poor and my daughter ate at the sitters.
I called my sister and told her how her words have affected me. She said-"you were a fat kid anyway" thats why.
I have ptsd-she is borderline. Its all very sad but is what it is.
You are right-AT is right-we have to be out own mother-we have to re-parent ourselves.
I was a pretty good mom and I love being a mom
 
That's a great start. I loved being a Mom too. Raising my kids differently than I was healed at lot of things along the way.

O.K. then. What is one little nonfood related Mommy thing you can do for your own happiness today?
 
All my life I have gone all day without eating and then ate dinner at 5 or 6. There was a period of time that I came to honor my needs and I was a grazer when my kids were growing so I ate very healthy all day long. Eventually, my guilt and shame returned little by little and I deferred my needs once again. (I had addressed co dependency but not ptsd)
I also have issues with eating. I can go all day and not eat a thing. Even when hunger pains come I will ignore them to keep doing whatever I am doing. I remember my father telling me to eat "air pudding" when I was little but don't know if that has anything to do with it. Also there were lots of family fights around the dinner table.
Eating is just one little part of it of course, but the return of shame and guilt of course has gradually led me down hill in every aspect of my life and it has effected my health. Right now I feel very helpless and hopeless. I think because I have honored my needs and achieved and been healthy in the past-I feel guilty for allowing this to happen and am no longer satisfied with this existance. Yet Im so worn down and tired and dont know where to begin. In addition, I think I fear that if I do all the things to invest in myself-I can loose it again at the drop of a hat, with something out of my control such as an accident.
I can relate so much to what you are saying here. The worn down and tired for no reason part. Also being afraid to get excited about anything or even have goals anymore because some tragedy always seems to happen. The most recent being our home burning down.
 
Brat,
Can you think about this situation as if you had a foster child who had been deprived of food and abused for her whole life. Then, she was entrusted to you for the help she needed. What would you do for her? What would be comfort food for her? Does she need soft music to feel safe enough to eat? How would you act toward her to show her that she has value? Would you call her names or would you notice some small things that she can do and encourage her.

A T. said to me early on that I had to learn to be my own mother, I thought she was kidding. What a joke! MY MOTHER ! No. No not her, me. Be the mother I was to my kids for me. I rejected the idea at first. I didn't deserve it but by then I just was glimpsing that I might have some worth. I thought about that. I pondered that idea for a long time. Then, I realized that I would have liked to have had me for a mother. I bought some play dough. I took myself for short walks, and bought the tape of Baby Baluga again since it had been playing in the cars for years.

You are already a step ahead of me since you still go to the store and buy fruits and veggies and milk. That foster kid is going to be one lucky kid! Even if she likes to smoke. I know some 11yr. olds who smoke.

Is it time to raise yourself?
I hope you don't get me wrong, but I found the idea of a foster parent a bit hard to swallow. For me, It didn't work. I made parts of your sentence bold in which the term "mother" refers to "self" and "She, Her, kids, who" refers to "non-self".

Ross (1994), capturing the essence of DID, calls it "an auto-immune disorder in which the psyche has become confused about the distinction between self and non-self, and has learned to turn its destructive mechanisms on the self, mistaking it for a foreign invader.

And as I mentioned before, Fine (1999) views alter personalities as personified adaptational strategies that may be representations of conflicts, fears, and/or wishes, ultimately representing a traumatized child's desire to not face overwhelming experiences alone.
So The development of alters, although purely structural, self-regulatory, and adaptive, is one of the more colorful aspects of extreme dissociative living. The literature describes a wide range of different types. among them: host personalities, child alters, internal persecutors, internalself-helpers, suicidal personalities, protectors and helpers, memory trace personalities, cross-gender personalities, promiscuous alters, administrators and obsessive-compulsive personalities, substance abusers, autistic and handicapped alters, analgesic personalities, imitators and impostors, demons and spirits, personalities with special talents and skills, guardians of memories and secrets, avengers, expressers of hidden impulses, and defenders of or apologists for the abusers.

Camouflage can break down and dissociative disorders reveal themselves in response to small triggers (a book, a movie, a therapist's inquiry) or major life crises (a death, a divorce, having a child, losing a job) or in the presence of real love and intimacy, as was the case for me.

I cannot exactly tell why this happens, but through my studies, I came across a subject about " loss of language" that I think has something to do with this situation.

Intense and overwhelming pain that is not met with human contact, compassion,and soothing is one of the
primary driving forces behind dissociative solutions, particularly when the traumatized child's (or adult's) need for soothing is greeted by further abuse, humiliation, and/or abandonment (including denial).

The resulting isolation and appropriation of the victim's pain by the abuser(s) further sequesters the wounded, tortured self, and makes the individual hostage to an internalized dissociative system of perverted power
dynamics. In that system, constructed under extreme conditions and elaborated during the prolonged captivity of childhood, any proximity to pain or even its relocation in memory is prohibited—and the victim's own mechanisms
of denial are often lubricated by the perpetrator's conscious attempts at decontextualizing and recontextualizing his/her experiences. The language that would otherwise express those experiences is avoided, distorted, or deleted; in psychotherapy, insight alone will not be able to access what is thoroughly out of the intellect's communicative reach.
Since verbal language is either unavailable or inadequate to describe the intensity of the chronic trauma survivor's internal states, s/he is "left with a mute hopelessness about the possibility of communicating in a way that will
help . . . get critical needs met. Words then seem to take on terrifying proportions; they are both too powerful and completely useless"
The natural capacity to dissociate is "the escape when there is no escape"
When traumatic relational events overwhelm and shatter the vulnerable self, all the mental contents that constitute one's self and one's world—including one's voice, which generates and is generated by language—cease to exist ; what remains is pure negation
Dissociation, a surrealistic set of discontinuities and disparities related to identity, awareness, and responsibility, sustains the survival of the traumatized individual by restricting the scope of the self—that is, by excluding the
insupportable from the self-system.
Cohen (1996) organizes the dissociative exclusions into four essential features: not me (signaling the development of alter parts); not now (characterizing incapacity to remain in or experience the present); not then (indicating disavowal of personal history); and not ever (identifying lack of hope, even of future orientation).

Constructing elaborate dissociative defenses while keeping toxic emotional states at bay (Briere, 1995) isolates the survivor of chronic abuse in bondage to the past.

The preservation of some boundary between self and not-self prevents the complete collapse of personhood (Btomberg, 1998); indeed, it restores sanity. Dissociation hypnoidally unlinks incompatible states of consciousness, allowing them only separate access to awareness—that is, in the form of unconnected mental experiences—(Bromberg, 1994). And once separated, dissociated mental contents—behavior, affect, sensation, knowledge (Braun, 1984)—or interpersonal patterns (Pearlman and Saakvitne, 1995) coexist in parallel streams of consciousness without interacting and even without reference to one another. In the absence of intersection (much less conflict) between good and bad memories of a person or experience, the highly dissociative individual is not alerted to incongruity and thus not moved to resolve it.

The internal confusion and detectable inconsistencies that result from the strenuous psychological effort to avoid psychic conflict, pain, and disorien ration must be camouflaged on an ongoing basis. Both the survivor who
daily lives with this disjointed internal reality and those who get close enough to him/her to notice must continuously develop explanations to fill in the gaps.

Whereas repression maintains psychic material in the dynamic unconscious (Gabbard, 1994), dissociation preserves and suspends it in an array of parallel self-states and parallel fragments of consciousness, and they in turn can be multidimensionally sequestered, amplified, elaborated, and personified by a variety of fantasy operations.
'The dissociative system is like a labyrinth of mirrors and trapdoors, and the dissociative process the ultimate intrapsychic trickster. It reverses cause and effect and self and other configurations, and obscures (or lies about) the individual's connections to his/her history. Lost in time, fragmented in identity, hypervigilant to the possibility of exposure while ostensibly guarding against all manner of other catastrophes, and truly confused in all relationships though pretending not to be, dissociative survivors become the victims of their own dissociative roller coasters.
Tragically, the vicious cycles involving impression-management and avoidance of feelings, memories,
and detection frequently cause people (professionals included) to doubt and distrust everything severely dissociative trauma survivors have to say.

Although much remains to be learned, it is clear that young childrenemotionally processing overwhelming and violent experiences and that they deploy dissociation as a way to master and contain traumatic affect and preserve some kind of meaning amidst mindshattering events. Once the dissociative-survival process is set in motion, they lose control over personality changes and neurochemical alterations and sustain permanent damage to the integrated sense of agency

Interestingly, I found the language, speech, words, dialogues or whatever you call it, can create a bridge between parallel streams of consciousness. The memory is unreliable, but not the sensation. People can easily convince themselves they've seen things that never happened. It's when the host(self) purposefully renders false memories.

In order to survive outrageous abuse and brutality, the chronically traumatized have lost and forgotten their voices.
So I spoke on behalf of them(alter), of what they were feeling, and suddenly I realized that some of them even don't know each other, each of them lived in a quite different world with their own beliefs, behavior, attitude and...

My various alter personalities fought and vied for power. Some of them told me to go to the hell, who are you? Some had compassion for me. Some praised me, and I was wondering Who's Who? Am I another alters ??

but, at least they are interacting with one another now. So you may have no idea who they really are, what they want, she may want her mother (I mean real mother, your mother and her mother) to buy her some play dough, or maybe she needs to take a walk with her real mother or father or friends.
I think it's good idea to have dialogues with your forgotten voices.
 
Mohsen-Wow, thats a lot of information and very interesting too. I am a little confused about your information of DID when there is no diagnosis of DID.

I agree with the idea of internal family system (all people have several opposing views within them) For example, the part that wants to loose 10 pounds and also the part that wants the ice cream, or the part that enjoys smoking and the part that wants to quit in order to be healthy.

Is the information that you are providing referring to ptsd of did?
 
I can relate so much to what you are saying here. The worn down and tired for no reason part. Also being afraid to get excited about anything or even have goals anymore because some tragedy always seems to happen. The most recent being our home burning down.

I am so sorry for your losses. Your house burning down is a very big thing. I know that when too many things happen it can get very discouraging. I also think that for me-by owning it and saying exactly what Im feeling-"why bother attitude", and accept it, maybe then through my challenging those thoughts I can get up the energy to try again. I think Maya Angelou said-"never be afraid to love one more time, and one more time, and one more time". There is a part that wants to go forward, and a part that wants to vegitate and watch cartoons. Who will win?
 
Hi beat17
I am just a bit tired. If you don't mind I'll answer to your question tomorrow. But for the tome being, I can tell you the part which wants to watch a cartoon will win .
 
The language that would otherwise express those experiences is avoided, distorted, or deleted; in psychotherapy, insight alone will not be able to access what is thoroughly out of the intellect's communicative reach.
Since verbal language is either unavailable or inadequate to describe the intensity of the chronic trauma survivor's internal states, s/he is "left with a mute hopelessness about the possibility of communicating in a way that will
help . . . get critical needs met. Words then seem to take on terrifying proportions; they are both too powerful and completely useless"

When traumatic relational events overwhelm and shatter the vulnerable self, all the mental contents that constitute one's self and one's world—including one's voice, which generates and is generated by language—cease to exist ; what remains is pure negation....

In order to survive outrageous abuse and brutality, the chronically traumatized have lost and forgotten their voices.

I totally agree that for inner children especially using language, naming the unspeakable, is a tremendous difficulty. They have no words for what happened to them. I started with Art Therapy partially because I was afraid talk therapy would lead to my being influenced by the therapist or lead to brainwashing.

For me, silence and secret keeping messages were a deliberate part of the abuse. I remember being surrounded by 4 or 5 men. I was belt loop high. They said I had to keep everything secret and tell no one. One man picked up my favorite barn cat. He turned my cat's head all the way around like owls do. I did hear a sound but had no idea what it was. Then he squeezed my neck until I blacked out.

I woke up in a fruit crate with my kitty on my tummy. My anckles and wrists had been tied together. I thought kitty was alive just sleeping. Her chest seemed to rise and fall with my own breathing. I made up a song for her that there was no one around so we were safe. The next day she looked like she was crying so I added another verse to the song about it's OK, don't cry. By this time the crate was smelly and I was sleeping a lot. Then I saw her tummy swell so I made up a verse about kittens. This was in the summer so it was hot. One day her tummy burst. It was really smelly. I was sick too. I think the smell is what got us found. I have anniversary reactions to this episode. All the rest of my childhood, I had pneumonia on my birthday. Still I can get bronchitis even now. Carrion on the roadside is a major trigger for me.

Finding an alternate therapy to augment talk therapy is a good Idea. Even movement like Tai Chi can be liberating. Just learning with practice that I could move sunk in more deeply with each practice. I never got very far. No short term memory didn't help me learn the sequence of moves.
 
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