Marymickaela
Silver Member
I had an EMDR session yesterday like no other and would like to know if I should be worried. I've been dx: PTSD, Bipolar, ADHD, sleep disorder, OCPD and have had a really bad year of health problems. Broken tooth, torn retina, macular pucker in my left eye. A fall the end of April causing a total tear in my rotator cuff tendon. Just had a sleep study 2 weeks ago.
During last week's EMDR session I was able to get in touch with the 4 y.o. old me as a little girl, scared and afraid. I thought that was an intense session.
Well yesterday we started the session with me telling her my psych doctor and I are working on me getting off so many meds. We stopped my ADHD med a week ago and cut my antidepressant from 20mg to 10mg. I stopped taking all sleeping pills on my own as they no longer were working. I filled her in on my week and I talked about how I can't take criticism as I've been getting a lot of that from my husband and one adult daughter. So we decided to do EMDR on my not being able to accept criticism.
I put the headphones on and told her I was feeling totally stressed. She asked me where I was feeling it? I said, my stomach hurt, my chest, my head was killing me. She told me to just notice this. I don’t even remember what I started talking about, but started getting really agitated and angry. I said nobody takes me seriously about being sick. I certainly didn't cause myself to have a tear in my retina, the tear in my shoulder tendon. Cancer when I was 26. My H says he's to the point of not being able to be supportive as all I do is go from one doctor to the next and he can't take it anymore. I said my youngest d called to tell me I was posting too much personal info on Facebook. I hung up, got so mad I took everything I ever posted down. The more I tried to express my upset the more agitated and angry I became until I got to the point I exploded, ripped the headset off my head and threw it to the ground, jumped up out of my chair, started ranting and raving, I walked over to the wall and hit it. I ranted on and on, pacing around the room.
About dealing with my mom’s death back in 1989, how I was got no support from my husband. I didn’t have time to take care of me then as I had to care for my dying mom, deal with my abusive dad and live back in the house with him, worrying about my 3yo who was staying with me. My 2 other daughters I left at home, the doctors, hospital, insurance, etc.
Less then a week after my mom died my H went to Florida on business and had oral sex with a prostitute. I came down sick from not taking care of myself during her illness. Well my H thought he’d given me Aids as back in 1989 people didn't know as much about Aids. I was so sick and he was being so nice to me, I felt so much love from him again. He was so supportive and I started to get better. I was falling in love with him all over again. ( I'm writing this, but when I was telling her this I was ranting.)
We got a stupid 50 cent bills in the mail from the dr's office, which turned out to be a test my H had gotten for Aids. He thought he'd paid the bill, but they sent an invoice to our house for 50 cents, which I happened to open. He thought I was going to call them about it so he decided to tell me what he'd done. Why of all days, Christmas Eve, did he choose to tell me in the parking lot of a shopping center the reason he’d gotten that 50 cent bill?. I was devastated and my world came crashing down. I got sick again. I never would have questioned that bill.
I can’t remember if some of what I’m writing was when I was sitting and /or when I was storming around the room ranting. I said I did start to get better in 97 while doing Reiki until my teen daughter got pregnant. I started seeing a psychiatrist in 2001. The dr. put me on meds and more meds and more meds. I said she felt sorry for me as she was also seeing my youngest d who was bipolar and in and out of the hospital. I ruminated constantly back then about my granddaughter being kidnapped by her bio-dad.
I had a job I loved and they were my family. Then when I had my breakdown in 2003 I lost all of it. All my friends, my family. I had no one to talk to, to confide in, get support from. My world came spiraling down around me.
At some point my Tdoc asked me if I could sit back down and put the headset back on again. I said I didn’t think I could, but I finally did, I said I must have broken the headset. She assured me I hadn’t, and plugged it back in. I started listening to the tones again. I felt a little calmer and honestly don’t remember what we talked about from then on. We ran out of time so I knew I had to leave. This is just a snippet of what I ranted about. I went on and on and on and on and we only had 20 min.
As I was leaving my Tdoc said not to make too cuts to my meds too fast. I really want to call her today as we had no time to process my meltdown. What this normal? What this mania? (I'm bipolar) After I left I went to the bathroom and started crying and moaning in misery. Should I call her?
I hope this makes some sort of sense. Thanks for listening.
During last week's EMDR session I was able to get in touch with the 4 y.o. old me as a little girl, scared and afraid. I thought that was an intense session.
Well yesterday we started the session with me telling her my psych doctor and I are working on me getting off so many meds. We stopped my ADHD med a week ago and cut my antidepressant from 20mg to 10mg. I stopped taking all sleeping pills on my own as they no longer were working. I filled her in on my week and I talked about how I can't take criticism as I've been getting a lot of that from my husband and one adult daughter. So we decided to do EMDR on my not being able to accept criticism.
I put the headphones on and told her I was feeling totally stressed. She asked me where I was feeling it? I said, my stomach hurt, my chest, my head was killing me. She told me to just notice this. I don’t even remember what I started talking about, but started getting really agitated and angry. I said nobody takes me seriously about being sick. I certainly didn't cause myself to have a tear in my retina, the tear in my shoulder tendon. Cancer when I was 26. My H says he's to the point of not being able to be supportive as all I do is go from one doctor to the next and he can't take it anymore. I said my youngest d called to tell me I was posting too much personal info on Facebook. I hung up, got so mad I took everything I ever posted down. The more I tried to express my upset the more agitated and angry I became until I got to the point I exploded, ripped the headset off my head and threw it to the ground, jumped up out of my chair, started ranting and raving, I walked over to the wall and hit it. I ranted on and on, pacing around the room.
About dealing with my mom’s death back in 1989, how I was got no support from my husband. I didn’t have time to take care of me then as I had to care for my dying mom, deal with my abusive dad and live back in the house with him, worrying about my 3yo who was staying with me. My 2 other daughters I left at home, the doctors, hospital, insurance, etc.
Less then a week after my mom died my H went to Florida on business and had oral sex with a prostitute. I came down sick from not taking care of myself during her illness. Well my H thought he’d given me Aids as back in 1989 people didn't know as much about Aids. I was so sick and he was being so nice to me, I felt so much love from him again. He was so supportive and I started to get better. I was falling in love with him all over again. ( I'm writing this, but when I was telling her this I was ranting.)
We got a stupid 50 cent bills in the mail from the dr's office, which turned out to be a test my H had gotten for Aids. He thought he'd paid the bill, but they sent an invoice to our house for 50 cents, which I happened to open. He thought I was going to call them about it so he decided to tell me what he'd done. Why of all days, Christmas Eve, did he choose to tell me in the parking lot of a shopping center the reason he’d gotten that 50 cent bill?. I was devastated and my world came crashing down. I got sick again. I never would have questioned that bill.
I can’t remember if some of what I’m writing was when I was sitting and /or when I was storming around the room ranting. I said I did start to get better in 97 while doing Reiki until my teen daughter got pregnant. I started seeing a psychiatrist in 2001. The dr. put me on meds and more meds and more meds. I said she felt sorry for me as she was also seeing my youngest d who was bipolar and in and out of the hospital. I ruminated constantly back then about my granddaughter being kidnapped by her bio-dad.
I had a job I loved and they were my family. Then when I had my breakdown in 2003 I lost all of it. All my friends, my family. I had no one to talk to, to confide in, get support from. My world came spiraling down around me.
At some point my Tdoc asked me if I could sit back down and put the headset back on again. I said I didn’t think I could, but I finally did, I said I must have broken the headset. She assured me I hadn’t, and plugged it back in. I started listening to the tones again. I felt a little calmer and honestly don’t remember what we talked about from then on. We ran out of time so I knew I had to leave. This is just a snippet of what I ranted about. I went on and on and on and on and we only had 20 min.
As I was leaving my Tdoc said not to make too cuts to my meds too fast. I really want to call her today as we had no time to process my meltdown. What this normal? What this mania? (I'm bipolar) After I left I went to the bathroom and started crying and moaning in misery. Should I call her?
I hope this makes some sort of sense. Thanks for listening.