Fancy Dancy
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I just joined today. I've browsed the forum only briefly. Normally I spend awhile scoping out a forum before I join, if I do. What I've read already feels amazing; people describing things that I've struggled to convey to others.
I'm hopeful that being here will be educational and helpful.
Here's what's bugging me: I saw a therapist last summer for family relation matters. But all of my trauma issues came out during our sessions. I spilled all my beans to her. Things I've never said out loud.
At the time I had been 12 months with no panic attacks. I was in the healthiest living situation I'd ever been in, living with two friends. I was doing well! A big part of that was also that, for the first time in 3 years, I felt like I was safe from my ex, I was certain he didn't know where I went and that I could finally breathe and stop looking over my shoulder and sleeping with a gun next to my pillow.
So this therapist had no experience with trauma and after 3 sessions said "I think you might have PTSD". I already knew very well that I did. She decided to try EMDR with me; she had never tried it before but had apparently read all about how effective it is.
I immediately didn't want to. I told her it was only going to create a trigger with vibration (she had me hold 2 pulsing remotes) and then I'd have another trigger to deal with. She insisted and insisted and pushed me. I did a couple rounds of EMDR. One session I threw the remotes down and fell apart crying and had to stay in her office for 2 hours trying to put myself together. For the 3 weeks of our therapy I was a constant mess at home. I was paranoid, panicking, and my anxiety was stifling. I eventually told her I couldn't continue but she insisted on doing more and that I had to see the process through or it wouldn't work.
Long story less-long, she decided after 3 weeks that I had PPD and was borderline schizophrenic with a real threat of becoming out of control. Which I can now confidently say I am most definitely NOT either of those things. She completely delegitimized my trauma and turned it on it's head, made ME the problem, not the horrible things that have happened to me.
So this just happened, and I kid you not; not 1 week later, after our last session, my ex was granted an early release from his years-long parole (domestic abuse against his wife) and the NEXT DAY he drove by where I was staying and announced himself. I was a mess. It was horrible. I tried to get the cops involved, I tried to get a restraining order, but the judicial system isn't there to prevent messes, it's there to clean them up after they've happened.
I was spiraling. I was no longer safe. I started to internalize what the therapist had said; I was the only one who saw him, there was no "proof", maybe I was literally nuts and this was it coming to a head. It's all a blur of hot fear and very deeply rooted self-doubt.
It's been a year since this happened, I now know and understand that I'm perfectly sane, this woman just did a horrible thing to me (hopefully with good intentions?) at an unpredictably horrible moment and I turned back into a panicking mess; not sleeping, not eating, mostly in a state of borderline-catatonic panic, waiting for him to show up and kill me like I've always knew he would.
Almost a year later; I'm doing better and am in a healthy place with a healthy partner, many hundreds of miles away from this dangerous man. But I've fallen back into frequent panic attacks and really sensitive triggers since this all happened last summer/fall. I feel like, before this happened, I had finally shut the box. I could breathe. For the first time in 4 or 5 years I could relax. I felt SAFE. And now I'm back to having nightmares about him, having episodes probably twice a month, and my anxiety is erratic and feels like it's getting worse with every episode. It's been 7 years, I want my life back, I don't want to be thinking about him every day.
I can't shut the box. I'm in a wonderful place in life right now, I don't want to have this shadow-creature hovering behind me all the time, reminding me that I'm in danger, and whispering the past into my ears. I don't trust therapists; never had a good experience with one. And I also can't afford the level of intensive therapy I probably need.
But surely there's SOMETHING I can do myself, something people who deal with the hell of trauma have learned. Some coping method I haven't discovered yet. I'm very pro-active about helping myself and healing, but I feel like I've hit a wall. Some nights, just as I'm falling asleep, right at that moment, my body jolts and a panic attack slams out of thin air. It runs me ragged and always consumes several days of my life trying to re-adjust and recover; anxiety, fear, emptiness, dissociation, depression, sadness, exhaustion, then finally getting back on my feet.
How do I close this box that was opened last year?
I'm hopeful that being here will be educational and helpful.
Here's what's bugging me: I saw a therapist last summer for family relation matters. But all of my trauma issues came out during our sessions. I spilled all my beans to her. Things I've never said out loud.
At the time I had been 12 months with no panic attacks. I was in the healthiest living situation I'd ever been in, living with two friends. I was doing well! A big part of that was also that, for the first time in 3 years, I felt like I was safe from my ex, I was certain he didn't know where I went and that I could finally breathe and stop looking over my shoulder and sleeping with a gun next to my pillow.
So this therapist had no experience with trauma and after 3 sessions said "I think you might have PTSD". I already knew very well that I did. She decided to try EMDR with me; she had never tried it before but had apparently read all about how effective it is.
I immediately didn't want to. I told her it was only going to create a trigger with vibration (she had me hold 2 pulsing remotes) and then I'd have another trigger to deal with. She insisted and insisted and pushed me. I did a couple rounds of EMDR. One session I threw the remotes down and fell apart crying and had to stay in her office for 2 hours trying to put myself together. For the 3 weeks of our therapy I was a constant mess at home. I was paranoid, panicking, and my anxiety was stifling. I eventually told her I couldn't continue but she insisted on doing more and that I had to see the process through or it wouldn't work.
Long story less-long, she decided after 3 weeks that I had PPD and was borderline schizophrenic with a real threat of becoming out of control. Which I can now confidently say I am most definitely NOT either of those things. She completely delegitimized my trauma and turned it on it's head, made ME the problem, not the horrible things that have happened to me.
So this just happened, and I kid you not; not 1 week later, after our last session, my ex was granted an early release from his years-long parole (domestic abuse against his wife) and the NEXT DAY he drove by where I was staying and announced himself. I was a mess. It was horrible. I tried to get the cops involved, I tried to get a restraining order, but the judicial system isn't there to prevent messes, it's there to clean them up after they've happened.
I was spiraling. I was no longer safe. I started to internalize what the therapist had said; I was the only one who saw him, there was no "proof", maybe I was literally nuts and this was it coming to a head. It's all a blur of hot fear and very deeply rooted self-doubt.
It's been a year since this happened, I now know and understand that I'm perfectly sane, this woman just did a horrible thing to me (hopefully with good intentions?) at an unpredictably horrible moment and I turned back into a panicking mess; not sleeping, not eating, mostly in a state of borderline-catatonic panic, waiting for him to show up and kill me like I've always knew he would.
Almost a year later; I'm doing better and am in a healthy place with a healthy partner, many hundreds of miles away from this dangerous man. But I've fallen back into frequent panic attacks and really sensitive triggers since this all happened last summer/fall. I feel like, before this happened, I had finally shut the box. I could breathe. For the first time in 4 or 5 years I could relax. I felt SAFE. And now I'm back to having nightmares about him, having episodes probably twice a month, and my anxiety is erratic and feels like it's getting worse with every episode. It's been 7 years, I want my life back, I don't want to be thinking about him every day.
I can't shut the box. I'm in a wonderful place in life right now, I don't want to have this shadow-creature hovering behind me all the time, reminding me that I'm in danger, and whispering the past into my ears. I don't trust therapists; never had a good experience with one. And I also can't afford the level of intensive therapy I probably need.
But surely there's SOMETHING I can do myself, something people who deal with the hell of trauma have learned. Some coping method I haven't discovered yet. I'm very pro-active about helping myself and healing, but I feel like I've hit a wall. Some nights, just as I'm falling asleep, right at that moment, my body jolts and a panic attack slams out of thin air. It runs me ragged and always consumes several days of my life trying to re-adjust and recover; anxiety, fear, emptiness, dissociation, depression, sadness, exhaustion, then finally getting back on my feet.
How do I close this box that was opened last year?