It can be intense so make sure you have an after plan -- somewhere you can be to do lots of self care. (as in not at home worrying about the house being a mess!)
I have DEFINATELY noticed that. As a teenager I did some EMDR (I think it went well? The therapist I had then had to get an EMDR specialist because she wasn't trained in that, and I was terrified and shy, and confused when I was told I had done an excellent job) an de afterward my mom took me to a grocery store despite me protesting. It ended up ruining my session because I got triggered in the store and so overwhelmed that it undid everything.
I am definitely worried about that happening after this time, but this time I'm an adult and I can make clear boundaries. If my mom gets passive aggressive then I may get upset again, but that's why I brought it up with her today. She said she was going to babysit my tiny nephew afterward but I said I wanted to go home. I have control there.
But yeah, since you've mentioned it, I wonder if the hosue might be a bad idea -- but it's not as bad as me being terrified of a bad memory getting linked to my nephew. I'm considering making an appointment for a massage after
@somerandomguy said his went so well (my muscles would probably benefit greatly) and maybe it wouldn't hurt to have it on the same day, as long as I'm not likely to get triggered? I should be careful and bring service doggo.
I could check the weather and plan to put up a tent in the backyard. I've had that urge for a while. (The backyard has always been a safe space for me, weirdly, even after the lawn mower incidents.) I could always come back in and use my own bed if I want.
Just, how do I convince the male outdoor kitty to not pee on my tent? :P
My little brother asked for my help, and because he got overwhelmed with everything I knew and tried to say (he doesn't cope like I do -- his mind apparently does not look for solutions right away like mine does) he did not seem to appreciate my help. Which is fine. Or should be. But I feel heartbroken, guilty, and sad about it. Probably due to memories I keep posting and reposting in this diary and around the forums. He does not handle stress very well at this point. He broke his phone and panicked. I'm afraid to ask him if he solved the issue or not.
I am logically proud of myself for reinforcing boundaries. He wanted me to fix it for him, all the way. But it was not my planning that caused that.
I hope he didn't have to pay the $500, though. He's getting married this May and he really can't afford that (I mean, could anyone under any circumstance, really?).
I feel terrible but am telling myself to be proud that I kept my boundaries up even when he was getting angry. I am afraid of his anger. I don't think he fully understands that.
Also I slept about four hours in the last two days, and I don't feel any more tired than usual. Last time this happened I had low vitamin D. I'm back on supplements. And I took melatonin and some aids. Should help. At the very least my brain and muscles really need the rest.
My therapist told me that I've been the most stable in my wits and solutions since my teenage years. She hears me that it was frustrating being laughed at for giving serious advice in occasionally even deadly scenarios.
One time I watched my mom have a heart attack, after nurse training (so, yeah, no denial needed when the symptoms are obvious), and she wouldn't go to a hospital.
I was afraid of having no money or I would have called paramedics. Paramedics would not have been impressed.
Currently she is not treating her diabetes. She has neuropathy from the experimental cancer treatment that cured her, bad enough that she can't walk. Not well enough. Which makes this hosue even more dangerous. But she's also had all the lymph nodes removed from one arm. So, she can only prick one hand (she cannot prick her belly or thighs) and that can't work because neuropathy and pricking only one hand makes it always hurt horribly (I know).
So I asked a doctor and got recommended a product that is usually attached to an insulin pump that can detect blood glucose without pricking.
Very important to me. All her kids. The diabetes but has been out of control for years. Her arteries are getting one hell of a beating and I imagine the vessels in her brain must be weakening and some everyday thing will trigger a problem. I've known it to happen.
But she dismissed me and said she'd never get approved.
I mean.. one time maybe friend afforded a wheelchair accessible van that cost thousands more than a regular car and she managed to dry out three different financial solutions. Why give up before you even start?
I wish she'd accept literally any of my help. I wish she would go to therapy. This is so ridiculous. Painful to watch.
I hate that I'm distant and having weird thoughts about cats being parents.
I will probably feel better after some sleep, though! :)