I'm just looking for some sympathy, a "me too" or a kind word...
I'm preparing to tell my therapist next week more about what happened during the trauma we're working on. I have ways I can tell her, with art, reading from my journal etc. I know she will be understanding, it will help me, I need to do this etc etc. Wow, though. I can't believe how horrible it is telling what happened.
I realise that in a tiny way, this process of telling mirrors some of the trauma feelings. The main one is dread. I can't believe I have to get through this but I must. Then there's the avoidance, denial, blocking it all out. My mind wants to run away and hide. I want to run away, get a train somewhere and never come back. Change my identity. Anything.
Instead I have to go there next week and say more of the horrible, fear-filled, degrading and dehumanising experiences.
I know the other side of telling will be better, but getting there is so, so bad. :cry:
I'm preparing to tell my therapist next week more about what happened during the trauma we're working on. I have ways I can tell her, with art, reading from my journal etc. I know she will be understanding, it will help me, I need to do this etc etc. Wow, though. I can't believe how horrible it is telling what happened.
I realise that in a tiny way, this process of telling mirrors some of the trauma feelings. The main one is dread. I can't believe I have to get through this but I must. Then there's the avoidance, denial, blocking it all out. My mind wants to run away and hide. I want to run away, get a train somewhere and never come back. Change my identity. Anything.
Instead I have to go there next week and say more of the horrible, fear-filled, degrading and dehumanising experiences.
I know the other side of telling will be better, but getting there is so, so bad. :cry: