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I am a big believer that "when the pupil is ready, the master appears". Funny how EMDR came along for me just as I'd started to realise that the therapy I was doing, and that had sustained me with hope, was not going to do it. That's a scary place to sit, when your crutch no longer supports you.
What I have experienced is that when you feel up against a brick wall, it's not that you are truly stuck, but that something you believe with all your heart no longer works. Something has to die, some hope, some belief.Those of the moments of real steps forward, when you sit and say "OK I don't know anymore" cos then you have to open up your eyes to knew ideas and/or to trying something that previously you couldn't consider. And that's often when "the Master " steps in - if only you let yourself recognise it.
It's so easy to sit within the limits you set yourself and kid yourself you are working hard every day to beat the pain, but actually you are doing safe stuff. It's easy to get angry at other people for not understanding and not helping but really that is exactly what you are doing to yourself- neither understanding nor helping yourself! The true helping comes when something inside of you says "b*****r this, I'm going to step out of my limits.
It's hard for me to socialise, even though I can and do get on well with a lot of people - the pain is complex and about self esteem, belonging, intimacy, abuse triggers - I am still working through it. At one time I would let myself be beaten back by the intensity of my triggers because it was overpowering, incomprehensible, made everything feel utterly worthless and desperate. I would sit and home and feel sorry for myself, Now, it is a little easier because some of those issues have been explored and aren't so overwheming, but also, now, my attitude has changed. Although I can still feel awful shame etc, and can still be beaten back on occasions or even go into full scale retreat, some of the time now I can sit with it, almost wanting the triggers to fire so I can find the remaining parts of the trauma we need to work with. And because I want to beat it, I want to be out there. It is real change and healing I am after, not sitting at home rehearsing it.
I think it takes the right timing, the right experiences, the right support, the right therapy, hearing the right messages often enough, and getting the right understanding, to move from a place where you are almost defined by your trauma, where it is too overwhelming to do anything other than fire-fight, to one where you take the b****** by the horns and truly start breaking down some of those brick walls.
And paradoxically, although the deeper you go, the bleaker and more painful it gets, in some ways it gets easier because you have fought the beast and won on many occasions, and because some of the shit has been creamed off already.
Although I have been told I had cPTSD, I don't ever say that to myself. I don't believe labels are ever helpful because they are too rigid, people don't fit into catagories. They evolve and develop and their issues change. I tell myself that I dissociate, because that is something I DO in response to trauma, not something I AM. I have spent enough time trapped and resentful and missing out on life, I don't want to trap myself with a label. I plan to be healed and well some time soon, and make up for missing all that time, and letting all the crap sink into the past, where it belongs.
When you start to truly heal, I think you start to truly believe that this is possible. A year ago it was just a hope I went after with all my heart. At times now, I'm beginning to see it manifest.
What I have experienced is that when you feel up against a brick wall, it's not that you are truly stuck, but that something you believe with all your heart no longer works. Something has to die, some hope, some belief.Those of the moments of real steps forward, when you sit and say "OK I don't know anymore" cos then you have to open up your eyes to knew ideas and/or to trying something that previously you couldn't consider. And that's often when "the Master " steps in - if only you let yourself recognise it.
It's so easy to sit within the limits you set yourself and kid yourself you are working hard every day to beat the pain, but actually you are doing safe stuff. It's easy to get angry at other people for not understanding and not helping but really that is exactly what you are doing to yourself- neither understanding nor helping yourself! The true helping comes when something inside of you says "b*****r this, I'm going to step out of my limits.
It's hard for me to socialise, even though I can and do get on well with a lot of people - the pain is complex and about self esteem, belonging, intimacy, abuse triggers - I am still working through it. At one time I would let myself be beaten back by the intensity of my triggers because it was overpowering, incomprehensible, made everything feel utterly worthless and desperate. I would sit and home and feel sorry for myself, Now, it is a little easier because some of those issues have been explored and aren't so overwheming, but also, now, my attitude has changed. Although I can still feel awful shame etc, and can still be beaten back on occasions or even go into full scale retreat, some of the time now I can sit with it, almost wanting the triggers to fire so I can find the remaining parts of the trauma we need to work with. And because I want to beat it, I want to be out there. It is real change and healing I am after, not sitting at home rehearsing it.
I think it takes the right timing, the right experiences, the right support, the right therapy, hearing the right messages often enough, and getting the right understanding, to move from a place where you are almost defined by your trauma, where it is too overwhelming to do anything other than fire-fight, to one where you take the b****** by the horns and truly start breaking down some of those brick walls.
And paradoxically, although the deeper you go, the bleaker and more painful it gets, in some ways it gets easier because you have fought the beast and won on many occasions, and because some of the shit has been creamed off already.
Although I have been told I had cPTSD, I don't ever say that to myself. I don't believe labels are ever helpful because they are too rigid, people don't fit into catagories. They evolve and develop and their issues change. I tell myself that I dissociate, because that is something I DO in response to trauma, not something I AM. I have spent enough time trapped and resentful and missing out on life, I don't want to trap myself with a label. I plan to be healed and well some time soon, and make up for missing all that time, and letting all the crap sink into the past, where it belongs.
When you start to truly heal, I think you start to truly believe that this is possible. A year ago it was just a hope I went after with all my heart. At times now, I'm beginning to see it manifest.