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WildMermaid

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This is embarrassing in a way... *shrug* but when has that stopped me? My, "little," side stems from (or came to during) therapy. My therapist tried to guide me through comforting that little broken girl and letting her speak and react to life. The thing was once she finally was free inside of me, she's never ever gone back to sleep. Do you have a "little" side as well? If so how does that manifest for you?
 
My, "little," side stems from (or came to during) therapy. My therapist tried to guide me through comforting that little broken girl and letting her speak and react to life. The thing was once she finally was free inside of me, she's never ever gone back to sleep. Do you have a "little" side as well? If so how does that manifest for you?
Yes, this also happened to me. It is terribly embarrassing for me. She (and the others) have been wildly activated for more than a year now. Wreaking havoc with my nice neat family and professioinal life. I wish I had something wise to say to you beyond that this seems to be pretty common for people who are early trauma survivors, and good trauma therapy will hopefully help you process your little's stuff so s/he can integrate better into your system.

Sending you and your little healing energy.
 
She manifests in body sensations, and emotions. I first realized that it was the little girl in me when I was trying to write an important letter, it took days to write this letter, where it's the kind of letter that I could 'normally' have written in an hour (in the olden days). This was an important letter as it impacted my families living situation, and I was scared that I was incapable, that I would let my family down. Every time I would set out to start writing my body would tremble uncontrollably and my chest would sink in and I would slump a little, even when standing. Even the trembling was different, it's not like how I tremble when I'm cold, it's as if the tremble comes from inside me and it's soft yet constant. My body felt small, weak, inadequate, and incapable of completing this task of letter writing. My breathing was shallow and irregular. My body felt overwhelmed and I kept weeping. I felt lonely, incredibly sad, and lost. I made the connection to my childhood because I knew that this was a familiar feeling, all of it was totally familiar.

I have pictures of myself from childhood where I'm slumped, my chest sunken, misery emanating from my face. I literally look beaten down.

I spent a lot of time alone and feeling like this, so it was not hard to make the connection, it was a long time ago, but it was too familiar to deny.

I talk to her gently, and without words, and something is shifting, not sure what, but something's happening in a good way.
 
To be truthful I would not be alive today without my little as she was quite the survivor. My therapist really did help me see that and she said that a great number of people even without trauma are also more of a child self than the adults they put on. I cried hard when this part of me surfaced as I thought she was long dead. I never ever felt like a child when I was a biological child as I was the parent for all. She woke from a long sleep, and is here to stay, and I'm just glad she's alive.
 
@Born to Run this is one of the main reasons I'm afraid to go back into therapy. It took years in therapy to find my little, and then another year to learn to comfort her, I don't know how to go into therapy as I know I'll regress during sessions as I once did. Not sure if that is a wise idea and it feels frightening.
 
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Yeah, I have a little one in me. He's about twelve, and we finally settled on calling him "Kid".. I think it's a good one, because he found my T's name for him, (Little "my name") as kind of demeaning I think. He makes himself manifest by co-consciousness. It's like.. I'm awake, and I can remember what's going on, but he's in control of my thoughts. I maintain bodily control (which is a -very- good thing). I know that sounds a little weird, but that's kinda how it goes. He mostly rages at the world for what happened. There's no way to comfort him, or help him that I know of. He might take well to an animal, but they kinda shy away because I'm so angry that it scares them. I don't know. Maybe I need a dog. They're tough little guys and they like you no matter what...
 
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