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Strange Star

Have you ever thought of yourself as having experienced spiritual abuse? That's what comes to mind for me reading this poem/journal. Also, the just.. mistake of the "giver/taker" dichotomy. Because, of course, everyone does both in lots of ways all the time. Sometimes it is helpful in a particular relationship to evaluate the balance - but this is a special circumstance. It reminds me of the drama triangle - it freezes the understanding into reified roles that don't really exist - but can sure screw up one's thinking and emotional responses. Good work!

Marshall Rosenberg tells a story about a young woman he worked with for a while who didn't speak or even look at him for the first couple of sessions. It might be helpful, I'll see if I can find it and post a link.
 
Have you ever thought of yourself as having experienced spiritual abuse?
Yes.
The yoga therapist/bodyworker I worked with for a while explained that we have layers of ourselves...physical, emotional, spiritual, etc. And that a "tear" in any one layer can affect all the others. It is an interesting concept.

Yes, I was definitely "spiritually abused." Just by virtue of some of the twisted and ignorant Roman Catholicism I grew up with (I am no longer Catholic, but I have deep and abiding respect for some aspects of the religion, particularly of liberation theology). The nuns and priests who taught me had a huge and negative effect (except, of course, my language grammar and mechanics skills--there, they did well). I was terrified of most of them. But I was also spiritually abused by my parents in odd and interesting ways. Will have to reflect on and write more about this.

I would love to read the Rosenberg story if you find it, @Eleanor. I don't know what the drama triangle is. I probably should given my many years of acting and theatre involvement.
 
Yesterday when I was resting and trying to attend to my 3yo self, with only moderate success, I suddenly realized that there are other parts getting in the way. I know there is the tornado-part (a toxic inner critic) and a major and complicated fear part. It is very hard for me to connect with this part of me--she doesn't speak, yet is terribly insistent. Sometimes I can't find her, and other times she completely blends with me, making the adult me feel very small and blurry. This sense was different, though. The word "realized" doesn't quite capture it...it was more a dawning awareness that something else was there that was demanding my attention. I've dubbed this presence, Invisible Girl. Not only does she not speak, I cannot even see her. I don't know how old she is (I think she's still a young part but older than the 3 yo), or much of anything about her. I have this idea that maybe she is connected to the pain I feel physically.

I noticed about a week and a half ago when I first connected with my inner 3yo that, in addition to all sorts of physical reactions (cold, shaking, drawing knees up to chest, total body tenseness, a bit of nausea...), something else happened. Afterward, when I sort of "came back" from that work, I had a searing pain that went from my sacrum all the way down my left leg. It made me gasp. My therapist wondered if it happened because I had been so tense and sitting on the couch with my arms wrapped around my knees. He suggested that I try to be conscious of my body position and muscle tension next time. Over the course of the past 10 days or so, this pain has come over me quite a number of times--even when I don't feel like I've been totally tensed up, even while I'm lying down on my bed. If I'm standing up when it happens, or walking, it's like my leg gives out and I have to grab whatever's there to prevent myself from falling.

It sounds sort of crazy to me, but I have this sense that Invisible Girl is demanding my attention, and is the force that is preventing me from completely accessing my 3 yo self as well as what's behind my increasing incapability of keeping the external aspects of my life running. (It is like torture to do work, I've been very late in paying bills, I only managed to get financial aid for my child's school because they were nice...I missed the deadline by weeks.) Things are not going well, though I keep trying to put things back in order--regain control--get back to a sense of stability. It's as if by making time in my life to deal with what's happening to me (through therapy, meditation, etc.) I've opened up a huge can of worms. If I accept the idea that I have a traumatic past, and that I have all these exiled parts of myself that are real and need my attention, etc., etc., all the things I've built up in my life are in danger of falling apart. And the more I try to keep them together, the more exhausted and distressed I get.

I have been unable to explain to myself my sudden lack of motivation to do anything at all except write and lie on my bed resting and thinking. I've begun to wonder if I am depressed, though I don't really feel depressed. Actually, I don't have any idea at all what I'm feeling these days except vulnerable, frightened, and exhausted.

Every time I try to do something, or even do the therapy work of "being with" my parts, this other presence--Invisible Girl--is there saying, "But what about me?!" I think she is so blended with me that I didn't even know she was there. I think it's what's getting in the way of my comforting the younger parts of me. She is a resentful presence. She feels rejected, somehow. It all makes a lot of sense in terms of my feelings lately. I am feeling like I want to run away and hide and not talk to anyone--to become silent and invisible. When I allow myself to tune into this desire instead of pushing it away, it makes me feel very, very afraid. Then, the fear makes me turn back toward people--to write, to talk, to interact with my kids and husband and family. It's like I'm pulled in opposite directions. Part of me--maybe my core self part--knows how important it is for me to stay connected to people. But this other part--maybe Invisible Girl--wants me to disappear with her.

I'll see what happens this coming weekend. I am going away for the weekend--this time, totally by myself--to a place a friend has offered. It's on a beach, but it will be very cold, unless spring finally appears. Hopefully there will be no blizzards as there was last week. There's no phone, no internet, no TV.

I don't know if I'm nervous about this Invisible Girl because I fear she is leading me into self-destructiveness beyond just not doing the daily stuff that should get done, or if she wants to communicate something I don't yet have the resources to handle, or both, or neither. I don't know what she wants or needs because I think she is all mixed up with other parts and blinding me from my core self. I sense she is even more vulnerable than my 3yo self. Part of me still believes I'm making all this stuff up. I need to figure out a way to get her to give me some space--to contain her a bit. I told my therapist about her today, but we decided it was important to focus on the 3 yo some more. I see him again on Wednesday and I think maybe I should talk more about Invisible Girl.
 
It sounds sort of crazy to me, but I have this sense that Invisible Girl is demanding my attention, and is the force that is preventing me from completely accessing my 3 yo self as well as what's behind my increasing incapability of keeping the external aspects of my life running.
Here's what I've learned from my therapist and others regarding "inner children". This is all theory and may have nothing to do with your situation, so take it with a grain of salt. :)

There are those "inners" that are the wounded children -- those who carry the memory of abuse. Then there are other "inners" who are born from the abuse to be "protectors" of the vulnerable wounded children. However, because these protectors were born while you were still a child, they have the maturity of a child, and formulate protection mechanisms that are often very immature -- such as being hypercritical. Or, they may be hyper-anxious and try everything possible to distract you from accessing the wounded children -- often the source of dissociation.

It could be that Invisible Girl is trying to distract you away from your 3 yo because, if she's a "protector", she doesn't want you to learn what the 3 yo knows. She may feel this is dangerous for a number of reasons, but especially if she believes that you're not ready to learn what the 3 yo knows, if she believes that this knowledge will either cause damage or cause you to abandon them -- e.g. distract yourself away from your feelings.

I also see the possibility that your "inners" are rebelling against obligations. Now that they have your attention, they want to get heard -- they want to play, do fun things, and any number of other needs they have that may not be getting fulfilled, right now.

This issue:
my increasing incapability of keeping the external aspects of my life running. (It is like torture to do work, I've been very late in paying bills...
Has been a huge one for me for over a year now -- extreme apathy. I used to be a master at task management. Everything and everyone were taken care of, always -- except for me. Which, eventually blew-up in my face. ;) And, now, everything is a fight. I suppose it's because I'm paying attention to my "inners", which means that I have to deal with all of their conflicting opinions about life and activity. They are a raucous committee. And when I do make a decision, it's still a fight because those "inners" who didn't get their way are sour about it. Altogether, this makes it very difficult to get things done. And even more difficult to do things that are more personal, more leisure-oriented. Again, just theory, but it makes sense for me, at least.

She is a resentful presence. She feels rejected, somehow. It all makes a lot of sense in terms of my feelings lately. I am feeling like I want to run away and hide and not talk to anyone--to become silent and invisible.
Again, more theory: the two most important things I've learned in therapy are true self-compassion, and that there has to be an "adult" within all of the "parts". The "adult" is also referred to as the "ego" or even the "higher self" in other therapy methods.

The adult is the one who makes the decisions, who helps administer and teach compassion. Think of how you interact with your children when they are hurting or have a need -- you probably wouldn't hesitate a second to try and comfort and help them. The "adult" does this same thing for the "inners". Problem is, for those who've been traumatized, the "adult" is often very poorly developed, because trauma damages identity and self-esteem. There's a cyclical dynamic that occurs, apparently, in that, as you practice more self-compassion, and do positive things, you build-up your self-esteem and identity, which consequently matures your "adult", who can then administer even better self-compassion -- and so on. In short, a positive feedback cycle. Trauma tends to cause a negative feedback cycle.

This becomes very important in the context of:
I don't know if I'm nervous about this Invisible Girl because I fear she is leading me into self-destructiveness beyond just not doing the daily stuff that should get done
It's the "adult" who takes a step back and says "We aren't going to do that." Easier said than done at first, for sure.

Part of me still believes I'm making all this stuff up.
Yup, me too. :D It took me a long time to get comfortable with this idea of fragmented inner children, with their own needs and desires, sharing space and thought with "me". But, ultimately, what you feel is what matters. It doesn't matter what wrapper of understanding you put around it.

I see him again on Wednesday and I think maybe I should talk more about Invisible Girl.
If you think that she's the one demanding attention, right now, then you will probably need to deal with her first, because she may very well be the gateway to accessing your 3 yo -- and possibly one of many gateways.

There's a lot that's positive in all of this though -- mostly that you're so in-touch with these parts and fairly clear about how to differentiate them. I can't do that at all. I just get a cacophony of emotional noise. :)

OK, this was the longest post I've done in a long time. Not sure what got into me. :geek: Yeah, probably that.
 
Yay! I couldn't post on this thread last night, but it seems to be working now!

OK, this was the longest post I've done in a long time. Not sure what got into me
Thank you, Pietro. I'm glad you wrote a long post. I like it when people do that! What you wrote was very helpful. The part about inners who are "born" to become protectors is an intriguing way to think about some of these fragmented parts. It seems like every time I identify a part, there are a whole bunch of others enmeshed and polarized in relation to it. It is quite overwhelming. Make no mistake, I am generally a victim of undifferentiated emotional cacophony. I have some very, very noisy parts. It has only been through a lot of quiet reflection, and suspension of disbelief, and vivid imagination/visualization that I've identified some wounded children parts that I'm trying to "listen to" and "be with".
Has been a huge one for me for over a year now -- extreme apathy. I used to be a master at task management. Everything and everyone were taken care of, always -- except for me. Which, eventually blew-up in my face.
Wow does this sound familiar. I go from being super-organized and productive--doing it all. To this.
for those who've been traumatized, the "adult" is often very poorly developed, because trauma damages identity and self-esteem. There's a cyclical dynamic that occurs, apparently, in that, as you practice more self-compassion, and do positive things, you build-up your self-esteem and identity, which consequently matures your "adult", who can then administer even better self-compassion -- and so on.
Until pretty recently, I thought my adult was quite well-developed. It turns out that what is well-developed are some of my manager parts--the "suck it up and get it done" part, and the "if I learn enough and think enough about x, I will be able to fix it, figure it out, have control of it." My adult part is floating around in me somewhere, but either it is deeply obscured by so many other parts, or is itself not particularly developed into maturity, I don't know.

I think it's pretty developed spiritually though. Somehow, in spite of the really dysfunctional issues with spirituality I had as a kid between my church and my parents and extended family, I think I came through pretty healthy on the spiritual end of things. Its the physical and emotional where I'm really stuck.


 
I wrote this this morning on another thread.
I'm copying it here because I'd like to get back to this place of seeming clarity.
It's only hours later, and I am completely overwhelmed again.

I'm feeling like maybe I have some choices to make. This feels frightening and disorienting. For most of my life, I think, I have believed I am powerless and have no choice. I've ceded to others--at least what I thought others wanted of me. I'm not completely sure what I want, or need, or whether the emotional dangers associated with these things outweigh the blankness and unfulfillment and anxiety I live with now.

I am supposed to be doing work. I just can't seem to get myself to focus on anything at all except the chaos in my own brain. I FEEL like a little kid who is overwrought and needs help settling down. Maybe my parts are taking over again. Probably. I FEEL completely selfish and irresponsible that the only thing I seem to be able to do is keep writing, writing, writing. But, of course, not writing for work which I am supposed to be doing. Writing for processing all this chaos, and writing as a last ditch attempt to keep somewhat grounded in my adult present.

I have so much to do. I haven't done the bills, the laundry, the errands. I haven't gotten to the doc to do bloodwork, or scheduled my mammogram. I have to do the low-income housing application for my mother...it's almost done and I just can't seem to finish it. I have to do my mother's taxes. I have to clean out my mother's condominium and put it on the market. I KNOW I have to do these things. I have always been able to handle stuff like this. But now I feel completely overwhelmed by all of them and more. When I get overwhelmed I don't even perceive that there are choices in my life. I just want to curl up and cry. Actually, if I could manage to cry, I might feel better.

Just the fact that I have some clarity on all this makes me feel even worse. Lazy, irresponsible, etc. If I can SEE what needs to be done, and SEE why I'm having trouble doing it, shouldn't I be able to fix the problem? Or maybe this is what being stuck in FREEZE mode actually feels like. Just stuck, frozen, waiting helplessly for impending disaster.
 
Yes, freeze is where I am, frozen and dissociated and eminently triggerable, on the edge of a panic attack or rather constantly in, and trying to suppress, a panic attack, whilst all the time staring at the hideous amounts of work, professionally and as a housewife/woman/functioning thing I am not doing nor am capable of doing. How to snap out of this? I have no idea. You have my huge sympathies.

Whether it is to do with all the emerging stuff just under the intellectual, conscious radar with its associated horrors, I don't know, or just the pressure of PTSD when you don't give yourself, or cannot give yourself, any time off. I feel like I'm going to hit a wall soon, very fast and messily. I hope you are not and we can find some way of releasing some of this pressure, before the lid of the pressure cooker hits the roof and all the contents rewallpaper the walls. And breathe ....
 
@Echo I am so sorry you are seemingly in the same place.

And breathe ....
Sometimes I am so sick of breathing.

I hope you are not and we can find some way of releasing some of this pressure, before the lid of the pressure cooker hits the roof and all the contents rewallpaper the walls.
I don't know what it is either, but that wall seems to be right in front of my face. It is very frightening. My therapist keeps asking me what my fear part is afraid is going to happen. All I seem able to answer is that I am afraid of annihilation. And in some perverse, caretaking sort of way, I think I'm more afraid of annihilation because of what it would do to my family, than on my own account.

I like your notion of the contents rewallpapering the walls.

Sometimes I feel like I might not have any walls left, the explosion will be so big.
 

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