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DogwoodTree
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And have a preformed plan. For example, it may include breathing exercises, exercise, sleep, reaching out for help etc.
What does "reaching out for help" look like?
No one in my world can handle my reality. Not my DH (he's lost in all this...overwhelmed with the parts he already knows), not my family (they're not safe), not my friends (they're clueless), and certainly not my kids (they're young...and I'm supposed to be Mom, not crazy-person). I've never, ever, ever had someone in my life that I felt like I could depend on them in my craziness and weakness, not even as a small child. I had to manage my own needs because no one else could handle my needs on top of their own.
Two parents, two step-parents, countless teachers and church people and youth group leaders...and no one could handle it. One teacher, when I tried to tell her what was going on at home, literally said, "I can't handle this pressure" and dropped the whole thing. Two youth group leaders, when I asked them for help, said that unless I was being raped (as in, intercourse...all the touching and talking and teasing and everything didn't count), they just didn't want to get involved. I learned over and over from every adult in my life that my problems didn't matter to anyone else. Thinking over it all...I really can't find an exception, anyone who said, "You matter enough for me to help you. You deserve to be safe. You deserve to be protected. You deserve to be heard. You deserve to be the real you." ...until I left for college, got a counselor so I wouldn't follow through with hurting myself, and she insisted that we report my step-dad so my sisters would be safe. And by that time, my soul was already so crippled that I didn't know what love or support or caring could be, and didn't know what I was even looking for. Still don't.
I truly have no clue what it means to lean on someone else with this mess. They can't handle my reality, and they can't change my emotions. So what in the world can they do that would, in fact, help?
Other people can get hugs, or verbal validation, or compliments on things they do well, or prayers when they're struggling...none of that clicks for me. I don't trust any of it. In my family, love has always, always been used as a bargaining chip.
My Ts...even reaching out to them...they ask what I want from them for help, and I really, truly don't know. If I knew that, I would've found a way to get it already, I would've figured out for myself how to fix this mess. I'm not playing the victim role waiting for someone to come rescue me--I just really, truly don't know what the solution is...not to a level of detail that I can actually work with, anyway. I guess that's why I keep asking for explanations and descriptions...so I can picture it...and try to create that in my world. But right now, it's more like trying to build a replica of a building that I've never seen and don't yet have access to.
(or denying they exist at all, numbness (which to me IS overwhelm)
Yes, this is true. Hadn't really thought about it that way yet...