Hi :) I apologize if this ends up being a novel. I am just reaching out most of all for encouragement.
I have been a member here for a few years...then I had some major medical issues (followed by major surgery) and actually forgot about this forum until I started having bigger problems with dissociation.
I suppose my various emotional coping mechanisms/ maladaptive behaviors could go into different subcategories...but of course they are a jumbled mess.
I have PTSD/Depression/Anxiety with dissociation. The most difficult for me to navigate lately is the dissociation. I have been in trauma therapy for a little over a year now, and being honest I have made huge progress. My therapist is a perfect fit for me. I have come from having complete dissociative episodes lasting several months, to (often) being aware of the warning signs of an impending episode, and learning to navigate through one without a complete break from "reality". During the time of my most severe dissociation, I also had the illness (severe endometriosis) which eventually led to my surgery (hysterectomy). It seems the out of control hormones may have played a huge role in my mental deterioration.
During this time, thankfully, my husband was largely able to care for our 2 children.
But, now that I have improved so much, I have taken back the brunt of the childcare while my husband works a full day and then works at home in the evenings.
Sometimes at night I have been able to ask for help. I know, intellectually, how important that is. I know that without asking for help, I begin deteriorating rapidly once again. I generally am unable to get help during the day. Family is far away and after a cross country move I've yet to make any reasonably close friends.
To my point...what do you all do, when you are under huge stress, but unable to receive help?
I am struggling more and more with keeping my dissociation in check as I go about the daily routines of two different camps for my kids, juggling pick up times and lunches, snacks and errands, swim lessons and evening ballet classes, dinner, showers, bedtime.....
I am stretched so very thin. And it really feels like my husband doesn't get it any more.
I was having an utter and complete meltdown/episode yesterday...a bad one, and today he casually asks me, among the usual chaos, if I can take my son to the pediatrician between camp and swimming. No, I can't....but I have to.
I can't say no. Partly out of guilt as to what a "good mother " "should be able to do", and partly out of my general inability to say "NO."
So I find myself treading water while needing to stay afloat somehow during day after day of a grueling schedule. Not dissociating. If I start to dissociate, the struggle to stop and snap back to where I need to be. And to pretty much do it in silence, because my husband is basically emotionally unavailable.
I am doing my best. Therapy, meds, journaling, grounding as much as possible...when the voices screaming in my head allow it. I don't really know how to do this much longer.
Thanks for reading all this...help? encouragement? anything, please, would mean the world to me.
I have been a member here for a few years...then I had some major medical issues (followed by major surgery) and actually forgot about this forum until I started having bigger problems with dissociation.
I suppose my various emotional coping mechanisms/ maladaptive behaviors could go into different subcategories...but of course they are a jumbled mess.
I have PTSD/Depression/Anxiety with dissociation. The most difficult for me to navigate lately is the dissociation. I have been in trauma therapy for a little over a year now, and being honest I have made huge progress. My therapist is a perfect fit for me. I have come from having complete dissociative episodes lasting several months, to (often) being aware of the warning signs of an impending episode, and learning to navigate through one without a complete break from "reality". During the time of my most severe dissociation, I also had the illness (severe endometriosis) which eventually led to my surgery (hysterectomy). It seems the out of control hormones may have played a huge role in my mental deterioration.
During this time, thankfully, my husband was largely able to care for our 2 children.
But, now that I have improved so much, I have taken back the brunt of the childcare while my husband works a full day and then works at home in the evenings.
Sometimes at night I have been able to ask for help. I know, intellectually, how important that is. I know that without asking for help, I begin deteriorating rapidly once again. I generally am unable to get help during the day. Family is far away and after a cross country move I've yet to make any reasonably close friends.
To my point...what do you all do, when you are under huge stress, but unable to receive help?
I am struggling more and more with keeping my dissociation in check as I go about the daily routines of two different camps for my kids, juggling pick up times and lunches, snacks and errands, swim lessons and evening ballet classes, dinner, showers, bedtime.....
I am stretched so very thin. And it really feels like my husband doesn't get it any more.
I was having an utter and complete meltdown/episode yesterday...a bad one, and today he casually asks me, among the usual chaos, if I can take my son to the pediatrician between camp and swimming. No, I can't....but I have to.
I can't say no. Partly out of guilt as to what a "good mother " "should be able to do", and partly out of my general inability to say "NO."
So I find myself treading water while needing to stay afloat somehow during day after day of a grueling schedule. Not dissociating. If I start to dissociate, the struggle to stop and snap back to where I need to be. And to pretty much do it in silence, because my husband is basically emotionally unavailable.
I am doing my best. Therapy, meds, journaling, grounding as much as possible...when the voices screaming in my head allow it. I don't really know how to do this much longer.
Thanks for reading all this...help? encouragement? anything, please, would mean the world to me.