The problem in a nutshell: There is a disconnect between what I know logically, what I know to be true, and what I feel and how my body responds.
The fist brain and second brain:
I have often said it feels like I have two brains. They don't get along. One of my brains is logical, it is in the present. It can tell the difference between real danger and imagined danger. The other brain is emotional, stuck in the past, it doesn't understand the difference between real danger and imagined danger. This second brain doesn't understand that I am not still experiencing my traumas. This second brain is where most of my problems lie. It tends to try and override my first brain against my will every when I am struggling to keep the first brain in control.
This is why I fear that CBT does not work for me. It makes sense to my first brain. I can learn and understand, I can be rational and adjust the way I think in accordence to new information that I learn. My second brain however can not absorb this information, it resists all attempts to change thinking patterns.
No matter how many times I repeat certian mantras or how strongly I belive something to be true, my second brain just will not listen. For years I have tried to get facts through to my second brain and I can't figure out how.
The bridge between the two has been broken for as long as I can remember and I don't know how to repair it.
So here I sit, trying to accomplish a simple house keeping task that must be done. My first brain knows that i haven't seen my ex in years. That he is no where in sight and would have no clue about what I am attempting to do. This brain knows that despite what my ex said, there is no right or wrong way to do it as long as it gets done.
My second brain however is stuck in the fact that it feels like my ex is still standing over me, waiting for me to mess up so he can hust me. Yelling at me how I am not doing it like his mom, like his sisters. How i am not a real woman because I can't do even simple chores properly.
Despite years of learning, understanding and rationalizing I still sit here and shake, filled with dread. Trying to work up the courage and the energy to do it the "right way." Trying to brace myself for the consquences of doing it wrong, because his sisters would never get it wrong.
I know that if I can just put my second brain on mute long enough to get it done, my husband will come home and tell me that I did a good job because he knows I become unreasonably self concious about it. I know that no one is looking despite the curtians closed tight. They won't know how I accomplished the task.
I hate it. I want my second brain to wither up and die.
The fist brain and second brain:
I have often said it feels like I have two brains. They don't get along. One of my brains is logical, it is in the present. It can tell the difference between real danger and imagined danger. The other brain is emotional, stuck in the past, it doesn't understand the difference between real danger and imagined danger. This second brain doesn't understand that I am not still experiencing my traumas. This second brain is where most of my problems lie. It tends to try and override my first brain against my will every when I am struggling to keep the first brain in control.
This is why I fear that CBT does not work for me. It makes sense to my first brain. I can learn and understand, I can be rational and adjust the way I think in accordence to new information that I learn. My second brain however can not absorb this information, it resists all attempts to change thinking patterns.
No matter how many times I repeat certian mantras or how strongly I belive something to be true, my second brain just will not listen. For years I have tried to get facts through to my second brain and I can't figure out how.
The bridge between the two has been broken for as long as I can remember and I don't know how to repair it.
So here I sit, trying to accomplish a simple house keeping task that must be done. My first brain knows that i haven't seen my ex in years. That he is no where in sight and would have no clue about what I am attempting to do. This brain knows that despite what my ex said, there is no right or wrong way to do it as long as it gets done.
My second brain however is stuck in the fact that it feels like my ex is still standing over me, waiting for me to mess up so he can hust me. Yelling at me how I am not doing it like his mom, like his sisters. How i am not a real woman because I can't do even simple chores properly.
Despite years of learning, understanding and rationalizing I still sit here and shake, filled with dread. Trying to work up the courage and the energy to do it the "right way." Trying to brace myself for the consquences of doing it wrong, because his sisters would never get it wrong.
I know that if I can just put my second brain on mute long enough to get it done, my husband will come home and tell me that I did a good job because he knows I become unreasonably self concious about it. I know that no one is looking despite the curtians closed tight. They won't know how I accomplished the task.
I hate it. I want my second brain to wither up and die.