I’ve had PTSD for 37 years. I first got the “terror –flu” when I was 5. ( fire) After that, my bowels stopped working properly…( it was good to finally know & understand that’s what was wrong with me! :)...But, the rest of my life made it worse for many, many years...
~Anyway, a long held onto belief for me has always been that “Denial IS a Wonderful Thing.” Until I reached 28 when I was RE-traumatized and brought to my knees...stuck in a gear I couldn't get out of for many years.
Through the years, my parents would always say: “If you don’t deal with “IT” ( life) “IT” will deal with you.” I buy that to some extent...I guess that’s what brought me to my knees that one fine day. But, at the same time, my Father always told me, “Its all in the things we tell ourselves.” That sounds better to me. We really do tell ourselves some crap don’t we? Who’s pretty, who’s ugly, rich, fat, poor..bla, bla, bla...and lets’s not forget how we tell ourselves somehow things are/were all our fault? Excuse the language, but there is NO other way to put what I am about to say. We “Mind f*cked” ourselves into this mess. Guess what? I am going to “Mind f*ck” myself out of it.
For better or worse, my brain went into automatic pilot, and down shifted all on its own. I never gave it permission to do that. My brain had to do a “trick” in order to help me survive/cope. Then, somewhere in the process, I tricked myself into thinking somehow things were all MY fault! ~Hello? Well guess, what? It wasn’t. None of it was. I’m not that big and powerful. Neither are you. So guess what, I’m shifting gears all on my own...one little gear at a time if need be and I am gonna use ever trick in the book I can!
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I had planned for a man to come to our home and hypnotize us into quitting smoking. 3 days before that, I was RE-Traumatized. Let me just say, it was the WORST one EVER. (Its a miracle my 2 year old nephew is alive!) Anyway, Even before I was RE-Traumatized, we spoke about my PTSD and he said he could help with that too. So, needless to say, since I was now suffering from full blown “Terror-Flu” I couldn’t WAIT for the man to show up!
I’ll cut to the chase. It helped so much, I need a cigarette to process how good I feel! ( lol!) He was here Sat and now its Mon. I’m going to write this, have a few more smokes, then, I feel confident I’ll be ok. :)
ANYWAY: Some call it Denial, I call it Re-Constructive memory. Just like he tried to take me back to the day I first smoked and in my mind, picture myself walking away, like it never happened. In other words, Mind f*ck yourself into believing something better. WHY NOT? We do it all the time. Wetell ourselves bad crap all the time, don’t we? Why not pump in some good stuff? Why do I have to focus on every bad thing all the freaking time? Why do I have to remember every last detail of every bad thing? NO MORE! I ain’t remembering shit anymore! I am gonna focus on so many good images and scrub my brain with sunshine and rainbowsif I have to. :)
He took me to a place where every time I try to remember it, it gets further and further away. The events and the images go further away….. (not ME! )
Its like the part of me that was “detached” was hypnotized. I, the “real me” never went fully under. I was already partially under. I’ve been under for many years now! That’s what PTSD is. It’s being caught in a dissociative state. My guy didn’t fully understand that. He seemed to think he was “that good.” haha, lol.
FYI~If you do it, make sure it’s with someone who FULLY understands PTSD. We were trying to do two things at once that day and it would have been even better if we just focused on the one. For the most part though, we did. It was a 3 hour one on one session (w/my hubby present of course! )
I don’t know how long it will last for, maybe forever? Maybe just a week? Who knows? Who cares. Am I 100% cured? No. I’ll still jump out of my skin if prompted, but, I feel more connected than I have in YEARS. And THAT; my friend, was worth a hundred bucks ANY day of the week!
The bottom line is that I it helped me. I was ready. I wanted to let it all go. I NEEDED to let it all go. I was an easy subject. He was a pretty good tour guide.
~Anyway, a long held onto belief for me has always been that “Denial IS a Wonderful Thing.” Until I reached 28 when I was RE-traumatized and brought to my knees...stuck in a gear I couldn't get out of for many years.
Through the years, my parents would always say: “If you don’t deal with “IT” ( life) “IT” will deal with you.” I buy that to some extent...I guess that’s what brought me to my knees that one fine day. But, at the same time, my Father always told me, “Its all in the things we tell ourselves.” That sounds better to me. We really do tell ourselves some crap don’t we? Who’s pretty, who’s ugly, rich, fat, poor..bla, bla, bla...and lets’s not forget how we tell ourselves somehow things are/were all our fault? Excuse the language, but there is NO other way to put what I am about to say. We “Mind f*cked” ourselves into this mess. Guess what? I am going to “Mind f*ck” myself out of it.
For better or worse, my brain went into automatic pilot, and down shifted all on its own. I never gave it permission to do that. My brain had to do a “trick” in order to help me survive/cope. Then, somewhere in the process, I tricked myself into thinking somehow things were all MY fault! ~Hello? Well guess, what? It wasn’t. None of it was. I’m not that big and powerful. Neither are you. So guess what, I’m shifting gears all on my own...one little gear at a time if need be and I am gonna use ever trick in the book I can!
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I had planned for a man to come to our home and hypnotize us into quitting smoking. 3 days before that, I was RE-Traumatized. Let me just say, it was the WORST one EVER. (Its a miracle my 2 year old nephew is alive!) Anyway, Even before I was RE-Traumatized, we spoke about my PTSD and he said he could help with that too. So, needless to say, since I was now suffering from full blown “Terror-Flu” I couldn’t WAIT for the man to show up!
I’ll cut to the chase. It helped so much, I need a cigarette to process how good I feel! ( lol!) He was here Sat and now its Mon. I’m going to write this, have a few more smokes, then, I feel confident I’ll be ok. :)
ANYWAY: Some call it Denial, I call it Re-Constructive memory. Just like he tried to take me back to the day I first smoked and in my mind, picture myself walking away, like it never happened. In other words, Mind f*ck yourself into believing something better. WHY NOT? We do it all the time. Wetell ourselves bad crap all the time, don’t we? Why not pump in some good stuff? Why do I have to focus on every bad thing all the freaking time? Why do I have to remember every last detail of every bad thing? NO MORE! I ain’t remembering shit anymore! I am gonna focus on so many good images and scrub my brain with sunshine and rainbowsif I have to. :)
He took me to a place where every time I try to remember it, it gets further and further away. The events and the images go further away….. (not ME! )
Its like the part of me that was “detached” was hypnotized. I, the “real me” never went fully under. I was already partially under. I’ve been under for many years now! That’s what PTSD is. It’s being caught in a dissociative state. My guy didn’t fully understand that. He seemed to think he was “that good.” haha, lol.
FYI~If you do it, make sure it’s with someone who FULLY understands PTSD. We were trying to do two things at once that day and it would have been even better if we just focused on the one. For the most part though, we did. It was a 3 hour one on one session (w/my hubby present of course! )
I don’t know how long it will last for, maybe forever? Maybe just a week? Who knows? Who cares. Am I 100% cured? No. I’ll still jump out of my skin if prompted, but, I feel more connected than I have in YEARS. And THAT; my friend, was worth a hundred bucks ANY day of the week!
The bottom line is that I it helped me. I was ready. I wanted to let it all go. I NEEDED to let it all go. I was an easy subject. He was a pretty good tour guide.