I'm just going to keep posting and hope you'll come back when you're ready.
'You need a symbiotic relationship, in the absence of which only God can help you.'
Yeah, sometimes I think "God" or something like that is the only way. That's when I get into the black hole of suicidal ideation. But then I have a pretty strong core of wanting to keep living or I would have acted long ago. My hope factor is pretty persistent. That's why I'm here.
The isolation was a result of me withdrawing completely, like a wounded animal - to heal and calm the child. Then I was simply too afraid of people / life to join the world again. To me it was like living on a raft on the open sea - miles and miles of peace and silence.
This is one of the things I do in fantasy all the time. Just not in reality. But since I've started coming apart at the seams, doing this to calm the child just sends me into more crisis. I have multiple consciousnesses that exist simultaneously. For 50 years the one that I show to the outside world has been dominant. On one level I am highly functional in the world of people...a great boss, a responsible and involved community leader, a generous volunteer for serving people in the nearby shelter, a loving spouse, mother, and daughter, a skilled conversationalist, a great writer and artist, nobody would ever have a clue as to what's going on. Now that the proverbial "s*&" has hit the fan (and it is just getting worse day by day) even my husband is pretty shocked by the parts of me that I have revealed either purposefully and carefully, or by accident. At another aspect of consciousness I am a very very young child. Pre-verbal I think. Just one raw aching vortex of constant need. At yet another and very painful and disturbing level, I am a cruel task-master of myself who tortures and abandons. There's more, but those seem to be the three.
I was asking about your years of isolation because I have this compelling urge to FLEE my current life, and curl up in a blanket in some remote place until I can heal. It is so powerful that several times in the past months I have actually taken the car and started driving to I don't know where. I crave the silence. The isolation. Then something pulls me back. Maybe the profound desire not to abandon the people I love the way I was abandoned. I would hate myself for that. Maybe some core self that is guiding me and of which I am only vaguely aware. Something in me knows that I must find a way to connect and be physically close to at least one person on the level we've been talking about. And something knows I must stay in therapy with this therapist because even though he isn't yet giving me what I need, I think if I can get the courage and words to ask that he might. He is open enough to the touch thing that he went for a weeklong training on it a couple of weeks ago.