Thank you so much for responding. I didn't really expect anyone to. But I think knowing we're not alone and sharing what helps is as important with this as with any other trauma.
erica, what you said really impresses me. For me, radical acceptance of reponsibility for my reactions is something I'm particularly trying to deal with. It's probably in a different way from you, but the principle is the same. I tend to attack myself, in a hundred different ways, and I also find myself feeling justified in passive aggression or poor behaviour towards other people, because (I think) they haven't been through what I have. I'm looking at your 100 million percent ownership and I'm wondering - how did you get there???? How do you do that???
As for me, something I've discovered about talking about this is that I always need to follow the vulnerability of working on it with something which will ground/soothe/strengthen/rebalance me. So that's what i'll do here.
Gizmo. I understand only too well about the horror and terror. Terror is something I've been dealing with for two years now (since recovering memories) but the horror is something that has only come up (and come up with a vengeance) quite recently. At first I wanted to work on it like the fear, to look at it, process it, understand it, and I was frustrated that I could never begin to understand it. Then when I was journalling about that I had a sudden realisation: be glad that you don't understand horror. It's really hard to put this into words, but I think fear is something I'm meant to look at and understand, but regarding the horror, there's only so much evil I can ever face. I can't try to understand horror in its entirety, because that would destroy me. I can only look at what meaning it has given to my experience.
So, I recently journalled about fear (my new best friend) and listed all the types of fear I've seen in myself so far as a result of this:
- fear of being possessed by what happened and going insane
- fear that my attackers can still reach my mind and destroy me
- fear of acknowledging how bad the experience was and letting that be real (when starting to recover memories)
- fear that there's no end this (that was the way I felt at the time about what was happening, and the way I've felt more recently, recovering one memory after another)
- fear of not surviving physically
- fear of not surviving in my mind
- fear of human evil
- fear of supernatural evil - can't explain this any more without breaking my own ground rules, except to say that it's about feeling safe spiritually. if I believe in God, that doesn't necessarily make me "safe" because I feel The Devil's just as real.
OK, enough for now and here's my soothing/strenghthening:
I've been thinking for a while how much I want a sort of "antidote to torture" and what that would be. As if I could inject a serum and the effects would be neutralised. Over and over, I've thought - the antidote is beauty. When I think about that, I realise that I dont mean natural beauty but the sublime beauty that's created in music, art, poems, writing.
Today in T we were talking about alchemy, transformation, going beyond limitations to give a different form to things. Not denial or dissociation, but acceptance and meaning. I realised that my feelings about beauty relate to this. Firstly, it's important for me to know that while I've had the unbelievable misfortune to spend time with people at one end of a spectrum of how people can behave, I'm also blessed to know that there are others who are decent and there are some at the very highest, most beautiful way to be on this earth. Secondly, I know I need to transform my experience - not transcend it, not bypass it, but accept it, go through the deep pain of it, collapse under its horror and ugliness... then change what I do with it.