My first psychologist when I began this journey, believed solely in positive talk therapy. After a few sessions that went nowhere we dug in a little bit he asked that I open up my past.
I did, against my better judgement. I was concerned we would open up wounds that I wasn't ready. The psychologist, therapist possibly encouraged positive self talk as we discussed my traumas.
He cut the session short, and said that I should continue with the self talk and reflection. I tryed. I did. The nightmares began svortly afterwards, almost immediately. The next session two weeks later, the psych/therapist what have you just wanted to talk about how things were going.
I asked him a question: "Doc Ed, have you ever opened a door you couldn't close"? He said yes, but he found ways to close them. I asked him for what he felt so far, he told me to think of him as an advocate. But he suspected that I was suffering from PTSD, and he was unable to help me any further.
The problem, under his supervision we opened Pandora's box. The darkness escaped and every compartment I had set into place had molded into one box, Pandora's. Now more than ever the darkness that was once compartmentalized is unleashed.
Yesterday while picking up a few simple things from Von's someone paying too much attention to my daughter angered me as she was upset by the unwanted attention. I did ask that he leave her be, rather sternly, but he took that as a challenge and asked me what I was going to do a out it. My blood was freezing and alls that I could see was how I intended on using the olive oil glass bottle and shelving display to teach him some manners. He got into my face while i was keeping my daughter calm and sheltered. The place was so busy that none of the store employees noticed what was going on. This is when the darkness, my cold blank darkness took up its mantle. I started to drift in and out. Judgement calls were being made while I zoned in and out. Thankfully a Marine, thank you SGT. Mendoza, saw what was about to happen broke it up and help me out of the store even paid for the few items I was picking up. I owe the Sargent my freedom.
The question I have for everyone is, have you had Pandora's box opened and were you ever able to shut it closed once it was opened? I ask because I don't know that I can close if now. I can still feel the effects of yesterday's encounters and rampages coursing in my veins. Once the darkness is unleashed from Pandora's box can it be controlled?
I did, against my better judgement. I was concerned we would open up wounds that I wasn't ready. The psychologist, therapist possibly encouraged positive self talk as we discussed my traumas.
He cut the session short, and said that I should continue with the self talk and reflection. I tryed. I did. The nightmares began svortly afterwards, almost immediately. The next session two weeks later, the psych/therapist what have you just wanted to talk about how things were going.
I asked him a question: "Doc Ed, have you ever opened a door you couldn't close"? He said yes, but he found ways to close them. I asked him for what he felt so far, he told me to think of him as an advocate. But he suspected that I was suffering from PTSD, and he was unable to help me any further.
The problem, under his supervision we opened Pandora's box. The darkness escaped and every compartment I had set into place had molded into one box, Pandora's. Now more than ever the darkness that was once compartmentalized is unleashed.
Yesterday while picking up a few simple things from Von's someone paying too much attention to my daughter angered me as she was upset by the unwanted attention. I did ask that he leave her be, rather sternly, but he took that as a challenge and asked me what I was going to do a out it. My blood was freezing and alls that I could see was how I intended on using the olive oil glass bottle and shelving display to teach him some manners. He got into my face while i was keeping my daughter calm and sheltered. The place was so busy that none of the store employees noticed what was going on. This is when the darkness, my cold blank darkness took up its mantle. I started to drift in and out. Judgement calls were being made while I zoned in and out. Thankfully a Marine, thank you SGT. Mendoza, saw what was about to happen broke it up and help me out of the store even paid for the few items I was picking up. I owe the Sargent my freedom.
The question I have for everyone is, have you had Pandora's box opened and were you ever able to shut it closed once it was opened? I ask because I don't know that I can close if now. I can still feel the effects of yesterday's encounters and rampages coursing in my veins. Once the darkness is unleashed from Pandora's box can it be controlled?