ninja
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I'm sorry it has taken me so long to respond again. I can certainly relate to all of the things you have written about and I am inspired by your courage to share them. You are incredibly sensitive and empathetic to everyone in your wording and responses, I want to make sure I am taking the same care when replying to you. :)
Our ability to adapt to less than ideal situations really captivates me. Being able to create normality out of abnormality is a survival skill, but it also kind of confuses the picture when we are removed from the situation? We don't often remember (intellectually) "normal" occurrences, but that doesn't mean they didn't happen. Sometimes the only proof we have is the intensity and frequency of our emotions? It seems that our minds can dissociate but I believe that our bodies still react and remember... coincidentally leaving behind quite a journey for us to reconnect heart and head whilst also putting the pieces of the puzzle back together.
One of the biggest things I have learned is that I have to accept before I evaluate. I have to honor my body and allow myself the time it takes to get to the point of acceptance before the rest of me attacks it. Being patient with myself is really hard for me; sometimes I have to disconnect and pretend that I am taking care of a child. This helps give me enough time to process and feel before I add merciless logic, reason to the mix.
I forgot who told me this, but it completely resonated: emotions are our bodies thoughts... just as rational, just as logical as our minds. They are different languages, but one is neither inherently superior nor inferior to the other.
Another thing that helped me was to take away the label for a little while. My T did not overtly bring up PTSD until I communicated to her that I was ready to hear it. (She was/is doing trauma-based therapy with me the entire time though.) I thought I needed a label to get better... paradoxically, it was when I began to believe the opposite that I was able to confront and deal with the PTSD label. For the record, I'm still not sure I believe the dx. To me it feels like the label consumes all of me vs. only being a name for something that is haphazardly and intricately bound to everything and everywhere. :confused:
Aside from actually having to deal with the issues, this seems to be one of the more frustrating aspects? For a very long time I believed that I was a decent communicator, but I have since learned that I shut off my emotion and thus was not sharing vital pieces of information. Communicating with feeling is completely different :facepalm: and often leaves me without words. I feel like therapy is helping me learn this new language.Just trying to find words for things that there are no words for really.
Our ability to adapt to less than ideal situations really captivates me. Being able to create normality out of abnormality is a survival skill, but it also kind of confuses the picture when we are removed from the situation? We don't often remember (intellectually) "normal" occurrences, but that doesn't mean they didn't happen. Sometimes the only proof we have is the intensity and frequency of our emotions? It seems that our minds can dissociate but I believe that our bodies still react and remember... coincidentally leaving behind quite a journey for us to reconnect heart and head whilst also putting the pieces of the puzzle back together.
One of the biggest things I have learned is that I have to accept before I evaluate. I have to honor my body and allow myself the time it takes to get to the point of acceptance before the rest of me attacks it. Being patient with myself is really hard for me; sometimes I have to disconnect and pretend that I am taking care of a child. This helps give me enough time to process and feel before I add merciless logic, reason to the mix.
I forgot who told me this, but it completely resonated: emotions are our bodies thoughts... just as rational, just as logical as our minds. They are different languages, but one is neither inherently superior nor inferior to the other.
Another thing that helped me was to take away the label for a little while. My T did not overtly bring up PTSD until I communicated to her that I was ready to hear it. (She was/is doing trauma-based therapy with me the entire time though.) I thought I needed a label to get better... paradoxically, it was when I began to believe the opposite that I was able to confront and deal with the PTSD label. For the record, I'm still not sure I believe the dx. To me it feels like the label consumes all of me vs. only being a name for something that is haphazardly and intricately bound to everything and everywhere. :confused: