Justmehere
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I am so stirred up and triggered by something that I came across yesterday. (I posted a thread about it, but it's kind of another matter.)
All night, I keep having stuff from being a kid come up. I called a crisis line. I told them I'm shaking, crying, and in a panic for several hours, having flashbacks and throwing up (not on purpose) and very intense urges to self harm. I'm not sure what to do. I have tried everything I know to do, and I am still spinning out of control. So I called the crisis line and told them. They told me they can't help until I "calm down now." "If you are not going to calm down, then there is no way I can help you." I said, "what? How do I do that? That's what I called about." They said, "the only way to stop your panic is by calming down. You need to do that now." That was their sum total suggestion of what to do. I broke down crying and they said to call when I could stop crying. Which makes sense - except I was already trying to do that with everything I have.
I self injured after they hung up, in some weird state of needing to punish me for needing helping and I feeling of needing to be calmer at all costs. I'm really upset I did this. I was calmer afterwards and called them back and said I was calmer, but I just self injured for the first time in a long time and I need help, and they said I was not using the line appropriately, and I quickly began to cry and they started saying I needed to try harder to be calm. I could not be trying any harder. I hung up.
All I can think is that asking for help means getting punished. I feel really bad now asking for help from the crisis line.
I texted my therapist and quit therapy. I feel like I am suffocating in some weird trauma based fear. I don't think I should have quit.
My self inflicted injury is bad and I'm beginning to think I'm going to have to see a doctor for it. Which means asking for help.
None of this is normal for me. I feel like I'm sabatoging my recovery and my life. I keep hearing my fathers real at me, "stop crying you little (blank)" and the pain of being hit and throw into the wall. I feel like that little kid right now. I need the adult me to come back. I need to stop spinning out.
All I keep thinking is that I'm so bad so bad. I sound crazy.
Any advice or suggestions are very welcome.
All night, I keep having stuff from being a kid come up. I called a crisis line. I told them I'm shaking, crying, and in a panic for several hours, having flashbacks and throwing up (not on purpose) and very intense urges to self harm. I'm not sure what to do. I have tried everything I know to do, and I am still spinning out of control. So I called the crisis line and told them. They told me they can't help until I "calm down now." "If you are not going to calm down, then there is no way I can help you." I said, "what? How do I do that? That's what I called about." They said, "the only way to stop your panic is by calming down. You need to do that now." That was their sum total suggestion of what to do. I broke down crying and they said to call when I could stop crying. Which makes sense - except I was already trying to do that with everything I have.
I self injured after they hung up, in some weird state of needing to punish me for needing helping and I feeling of needing to be calmer at all costs. I'm really upset I did this. I was calmer afterwards and called them back and said I was calmer, but I just self injured for the first time in a long time and I need help, and they said I was not using the line appropriately, and I quickly began to cry and they started saying I needed to try harder to be calm. I could not be trying any harder. I hung up.
All I can think is that asking for help means getting punished. I feel really bad now asking for help from the crisis line.
I texted my therapist and quit therapy. I feel like I am suffocating in some weird trauma based fear. I don't think I should have quit.
My self inflicted injury is bad and I'm beginning to think I'm going to have to see a doctor for it. Which means asking for help.
None of this is normal for me. I feel like I'm sabatoging my recovery and my life. I keep hearing my fathers real at me, "stop crying you little (blank)" and the pain of being hit and throw into the wall. I feel like that little kid right now. I need the adult me to come back. I need to stop spinning out.
All I keep thinking is that I'm so bad so bad. I sound crazy.
Any advice or suggestions are very welcome.