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Disconnecting with all family members or not?

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Added: whilst DBT is not a direct trauma therapy, it will actually solve the majority of your traumatic memory problems throughout the process, as most trauma symptoms stem from distorted views and perpetuating symptom cycles. DBT will remove all but:
  • fragmented memories, and
  • the really tough traumatic aspects that need different methods to align.
Nothing treats amnesic memory -- they will either return when your brain feels safe enough for them to, or, they will never return as they were never fully encoded to make a complete story.
 
I did cut off my family off because of very similar issues to what you are talking about @Rainsong. There are no good answers in our types of family, so you are damned if you do and you are damned if you don't. I let my sister back into my life in 2013, and now I am looking at low contact or cutting off again. I so feel for you. I can't give advice, because every situation is that person's situation. But I will share my thoughts on the nature of intergenerational abuse, that is what we are living with, and you have to take the best care of yourself that you can.

No family wants their scapegoat to change or leave, and you will be undermined either way you go. Radical Acceptance is a thing I am working on.

I get the sister that just never respects your boundaries. If you stay will be in the shit, and if you go, you will be in the shit. So you have to make a decision that you can live with, and at times, neither will work for you - so lots of Self Compassion (Kristin Neff's website has free audio to listen to and download). It is okay to be not okay with any of the options.

We were embedded with corrosive self doubt and the mantra of always second guess yourself, so it will be hard going. But the more you move away - you at least get a chance to see what is going on.

Get out and away from all this - be around people doing purposeful stuff with their lives with not so much drama and chaos - you need to learn new routines, and being in 15 years in therapy you know all about that.

It is easier said than done to manage self harm and suicidal ideation which I have in a big way with my family - so stay safe. If you really feel like dying is the way to go when being with your family, then explore the (limited) options. My heart reverbates with a profound sadness for you. Gosh this is a damn hard path to walk. I have struggled with it for thirty years. So CBT and DBT, and exercise, nutrition, self care, Self Compassion, being in nature, being around animals, making art, writing, play a musical instrument, find your things to start to grow a new state of being moving from the sympathetic nervous system to the parasympathetic nervous system. You will find your own patchwork quilted way. Such toxicity and poison is really hard to deal with. It is not normal to not protect your children from sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. You are not the problem - even when you feel it viscerally in your DNA, in the marrow of your bones. I struggle with this all most days. Gradually, very, very, very slowly it is improving. All the best.

If not helpful please discard, the intent is care and support, but it might not be right for where you are now.

If only I had got where you are so many years ago - I say cut and run - but I know that is almost an impossible ask.

The other thing is to hang up on or terminate contact the moment your sister walks over the line - each infraction gets a penalty - a day, a week etc, and you just enforce that. I have been thinking about that with my sister. I don't know if it will work.

So yes I am all over the place with it all.
 
I did cut off my family off because of very similar issues to what you are talking about [US...
Thank you so, so much, your advice helps. Not feeling totally alone helps.

I have changed a lot during these years of therapy, from being invisible to speaking up. No one else in my family has changed, and I feel like I'm miles ahead of them, dealing with my issues for so long. ( It just kind of dawned on my older sister recently, that she actually has issues like passive aggressiveness and such). It feels like they are all afraid of me, afraid of the change in me. It feels like they try to change me back into the person I were.

All of my siblings had a hard childhood, but when I have tried talking about it, they leave me feeling like I'm the only one who struggles this much, you know? That I'm the only one, they brush me off like I'm just insane or I'm just really vulnerable and can't deal. But they are all f*cked up, and I feel like I'm the only one who sees it for what it is. It makes me doubt my reality at times, but I know it's real. I know in my heart Im probably the most healthy of all of them, because I don't accept abuse being normalized. I don't accept doing nothing about it, and not talking about it.

You are right. None of the options are really okay. I think I have to forgive myself for not being able to deal with this shit anymore. I Will work on accepting the situation as it is,I will work on letting go of "what ifs".

I've been trying lately to focus on my self, spending time with the people in my life who are good for me. But I struggle. I know I should focus on routines, eating, sleeping, doing creative stuff that I love doing, exercising, walking outside. It's just like I'm stuck in a bubble in my head for the time being. I can't seem to focus on doing anything but think in circles inside my head, about this family shit. I have gone pause mode on all of it, not having contact with any family for the time being. I have this feeling of restlessness in my bones all the time, but can't seem to do anything constructive.

I think it's the guilt again, the shame. Of not helping them enough, of not being able to help myself enough to get over this and just pretend. Also this insane shame of being happy without them, probably why I'm a bit stuck now.

Damned if I do, and damned if I don't. Good thing I'm stubborn as hell, and not walking backwards anymore.

Thank you again, I wanna swim over there and give you a hug, but I would probably drown before I reached you ❤️
I hope you will find a way too, stay strong and weak and hold on.
 
Hi thank you for your post. I don't know what to say about it or what to think except it makes me grateful and that my "stuff" is minor in comparison. My sexual stuff was going on when I was a teenager and mom took up with this really nutty violent alcoholic. They didn't "do" anything to me. This guy was so f#$king violent everyone was afraid of him and I have to say with good reason. He was a skinny little drunk but he was so strong and he would fight with anybody. They were disgusting drunks, living out their own trauma. They used to make me get drinks for them OMG. I was 14 and I had a shotgun on the wall in my bedroom. 20 gauge Harrington Richardson. He gave it to me. I loved that gun. When they used to start fighting I would lie there and fantasize about killing him. Then I remember the cops being there and looking out the bedroom window and wondering "why are they not taking me with them." as they were driving away. I escaped from them finally. (my loving family) They are both dead now but my wife "forced" me to have a relationship with them while my kids were growing up. I ended up taking care of my mother. Part of me really hated that. *sigh* Maybe not so minor.
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@Rainsong
I severed my relationship with my family in 1988. My support system was my husband, two friends, and my therapist. I had received a letter from my stepdad telling me that unless I used non-vitriolic words that I shouldn't speak with anyone. My vitriolic words were to confront my older brother about his sexual abuse of me. I refused comply with his wishes and kept speaking my truth and therefore cut ties.

Little did I know what can of worms I had opened for myself. As soon as I created distance from them, the memories started flooding into my mind. My PTSD went from somewhat manageable to through the roof. I could barely function. If I had to do it again, I would do it the same way.

Along the way I learned that my mother was a malignant narcissist and everyone supported her. I was her scapegoat and my older brother the number one golden child. There were two golden children and two scapegoats. I was the only scapegoat to get free of the dysfunctional family system.

I had brief contact with them in 1998 for about nine months and haven't see them since. One brother, the other scapegoat who never left, has maintained contact with me on a sketchy basis. He contacted me twice a year, birthday and New Years Day. That's it. And by email. EVERY SINGLE WORD I WROTE in my emails was parroted back to me by my mother. So I stopped sharing any personal info with him about ten years ago. I recently severed ties with him because I was tired of our so-called relationship. We had nothing. No visits. No phone calls.

One of my therapists, who I stayed with for fourteen years, told me it's the most difficult thing to do—cut ties with your family of origin—and yet the healthiest thing to do if they refuse to stop their dysfunctional and destructive behavior.
 
Hi thank you for your post. I don't know what to say about it or what to think except it makes me grat...

Doesn't seem minor to me, sounds like a living hell. Not feeling safe in your own home? That is not minor at all. Your path is your path, don't minimize it, there are no comparisons when it comes to abuse.

I regret letting my kids have a relationship with my family growing up, but I couldn't at that time have done any different, and I think you couldn't either. It's complicated, and no rights or wrongs, remember that. ❤️
 
I regret letting my kids have a relationship with my family growing up

Me too @Rainsong. Luckily my stepson only had a two year exposure to my abusive mother. It's very interesting that my stepson didn't want anything to do with her either. He was only five at the time and told us he didn't like her. I respected that opinion because young kids are quite intuitive. After that we never again left him with my mother.
 
@Rainsong
I severed my relationship with my family in 1988. My support system wa...

I think you should be proud of yourself for having that kind of strength within you. I know it's hard, the shut down when it comes to sexual abuse within family. My family sweeps it under the rug still. I tried to fix it, I had talks with my abusers who didn't see their wrongs. I had talks with my parents who refuse to see the truth, and goes on like nothing happened. Forgive and forget they say. It's no use talking anymore, it just hurts. I'm done talking, I'm waiting for them to say something, DO something, take a stand, help the healing. But it's like talking to a wall. So I guess my option is to be the wall now, or crumble.

I learned my mother makes everyone feel sorry for her. There is no compassion for me, cause in her words : I have chosen to exclude myself. Be with family including my abusers popping by without warning, smile and make nice, or stay away. Like that is a choice, really? She makes it out like she is the one to feel sorry for, cause she lost a daughter, me. She also makes everyone have a bad conscience about how she feels. The others makes excuses for her: she is like a child in her mind, she is controlled by my father, she is helpless etc. I don't anymore, she is a grown woman who is responsible for her own actions and non actions. She chose not to go to therapy, she chose not to help me repair our relationship.

I also feel that I can't talk to family about it, cause it reaches my mothers ears, and she twists it to be all about her. I don't trust them to support me, I don't trust that they don't take it to my mother, like your family did. It's so much gossip, it so much talking about me and getting it wrong. Cause nobody comes to me and asks how I'm holding up, or get my version. They all want to hold on to the fasade, so scared of letting the masks fall. I'm sick of it.

I have my partner and one close friend + my therapist left when I cut family. My partner has family too, but it's not the same, I have not been able to establish really close relationships with them, I struggle so much with trust and opening up. They are an emotional bunch, and a safe haven of a family compared to mine. Wonderful people, but I feel they are so innocent, and I don't want to suck them into the abyss of this pain of my past. Too complicated.

I'm letting this take the time it needs, I'm not managing my PTSD well now. I feel like I need a clear head to take the final jump or maybe just fade away.

But I'm doing it. Thanks for sharing your experience with me, it helped
 
Me too @Rainsong. Luckily my stepson only had a two year exposure to my abusive m...
I regret letting them babysit my child at all. Sorry to say, I didn't have anybody else to lean on for help. I was a single mother out of an violent abusive relationship, seriously ill with major depression and anxiety, and didn't get help from social services with getting other childcare, even when I asked, cause I had family nearby. Also no money to pay for private childcare myself.

It's insane, but at the time I actually thought they had changed for the better, I was in denial about my family and not far enough in the therapeutic process. I didn't understand the toxic behavior of my mother until recent years, I blamed my father mostly. I can't beat myself up about my past mistakes forever , but I feel deeply sorry for my child being involved at all.

They have nearly no contact now. He goes there occasionally when dragged along by his cousins once or twice a year, to spend time with them when they visit my parents. My mother never contacts him, but she made him feel guilty for not coming to visit her more often last time he was there. That is majorly f*cked up, and I told him clearly how f*cked up it was. I dont know what else to do really.
 
Doesn't seem minor to me, sounds like a living hell. Not feeling safe in your own home? That is not mi...
Thank you I was speaking rhetorically and taking license I suppose. I meant "this obviously triggered me by bringing up this other thing." One of my most valuable tools is minimizing it. I learned that to self regulate and I am going to read more about that other therapy you mention. They were doing that to me at 12 -14 right when I went through puberty. Along with my sexual abuse issues yeah. it was really bad.
 
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it will actually solve the majority of your traumatic memory problems throughout the process, as most trauma symptoms stem from distorted views and perpetuating symptom cycles.
And it does make a huge difference. It takes a lot of time and dedication, but it is really worth investing the time. It might not feel like it, or seem like it, for the first couple of years, though some people get much quicker results than I did. I had a lot of mess to sort out.

Sometimes the way DBT or CBT doesn't work for me the way it is presented - it triggers off the self hatred, suicidal ideation, the savaging of myself for being present enough to think about something - don't I Know that is too dangerous. So you have to find other ways in. I have found the other ways in. I keep reading research, setting goals, and working millimetres and more milimetres, and some days it is micrometres. Most of my friends that I had when I first came here are gone, and several sets of friends have gotten better and headed off into the world.

But now I can work with DBT and CBT the way they are presented and the only thing that is stopping me mow is my own procrastination and fear. I am fearful. I am fearful of my changing. I am fearful of connecting with who I am and how I feel, because what if I am a horrible person underneath it all? What is I find a monster in there, and I have to euthanase it? What if I am not really worth of life? What is I am exactly like my parents? What if I am no different from my family. What if I am exactly like the nightmare my sister is to be around? I know I am to a certain extent.

DBT will remove all but:
  • fragmented memories, and
  • the really tough traumatic aspects that need different methods to align.
Having parts that you can't access is a tricky, or having parts that you are kind of aware of from a great distance is also challenging for me, but I am going on as if at some point I will access them, and at that point all the work I am doing will somehow transfer over, or I will have to relearn it all again. There is no way I am going to access those points/parts, despite trying very hard for a long time. So for me it is just keeping on keeping on, and doing the work, and at some point it will improve. If it doesn't then at least I have worked really hard with the parts that I can access, and that will limit the fallout from the other part/s. I almost have access across one big split. I can't wait to get there. You have to work really hard on it each day, but it is worth it. I had to work out stuff for myself. I have to work it out my way. One of my biggest problems (there are a few) was the corrosive self doubt, which is still a huge problem but has improved marginally. I worked so hard for each millimetre of that improvement, and it is a great achievement for me. It was my Mount Everest. I have stopped self doubting myself enough to not live with chronic suicidal ideation, and that is amazing. I had that since I was 8 years old. So it was such a hard lot of work. It still is really hard. To make a simple decision is so f*cking hard. All the fear comes up and I go in to flight, freeze, fawn or fight. I don't remember long periods of my childhood. I also remember a lot of my childhood as being in the air watching myself from above.

Nothing treats amnesic memory -- they will either return when your brain feels safe enough for them to, or, they will never return as they were never fully encoded to make a complete story.

I am starting to wonder if that is how it is for me - I was so dissociated, derealised and depersonalised - that the memories will never come back, because I wasn't really there in the first place. Other people remember me being violently abused, and I don't recall it at all. I remember heaps of stuff - heaps of emotional, physical and sexual abuse - so I am very lucky I have always had access to that. For a long time the memories were frozen with no thought or feeling attached to it. Anyway all that is irrelevant for me now, I just have to do the work. A lot of my peers - school, youth refuges, homelessness, squatting etc are all dead. So I am alive, and that is quite the privilege - I am aware of some of the others being missing from this world. I don't really feel upset or anything - just that they are not here. I think of my school friend from time to time, and people I thought would make it and who killed themselves and that is sad. I keep trying to create narratives around it to make it more digestible, but that is a waste of time, so I need to stop it.

One of my problems is flashbacks, I am getting better at it, but I need to improve. I can do a bit more than I used to be able to.

Reactive attachment disorder is really a hard nut to crack, and I am stuck with that. Though to be fair to myself I found out about a heavy duty betrayal yesterday - sometimes it sucks to be present - and I haven't gone ballistic over it - I would be well within my rights to just cut that whole situation off. It is huge betrayal. I actually can emotionally regulate enough to wait to speak to my psychiatrist. So I am lying to everyone by saying I am okay. I really am not okay at all, but I want to make adult decisions about this. And if I decide to accept this, is it really worth putting everyone through so much pain? I am in shock at the moment I might be, I don't know, and that is one of the hard things for me I often don't notice I am dissociated, derealised or depersonalised until I come out of it. So I often don't really know if I am here or not.

The DBT selfhelp website is really a good, free resource. You can work through it at your own pace and the instant mindfulness meditations are awesome and I use them a lot at times. The Kristin Neff Self Compassion website has all the information and the guided audio to download for free. The perth meditation centre you can read the articles and listen to the guided audio for free. The frantic world website has Mindfulness meditations to listen to or download for free. Mindfulness is not a panacea you need to not start doing it when you are in a major depressive episode, having panic attacks or are triggered. I did my first 8 week course of Mindfulness, I told the guy, who is apparently a psychologist, that I was suffering from suicidal ideation, and they let me in, and that was in 2013, and that was went my first really direct suicide attempts began - and that was a crap three months. So you need a really good trauma sensitive teacher, and there are none of them in Australia as far as I know. I had to work out my own ways of doing Mindfulness that didn't trigger me or let me go in cyclone ruminations. At the very least you need a competent teacher, who is grounded and has a good practice of their own. There are a stack of free stuff out there. You find out stuff and then if you can't do it, then you work out ways of translating it for yourself. It might not sound like it but I have improved out of sight in the last seven years. I am very slow with my progress, and I used to get angry at myself for being slow. But my strengths are my persistence, tenacity and my intellect where I can work out complexities and translate them for myself and others.
 
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Thank you again, I wanna swim over there and give you a hug, but I would probably drown before I reached you ❤️
I hope you will find a way too, stay strong and weak and hold on.
Thanks that brought tears to my eyes. I could really do with a hug about now. It is really tough going when you work your butt off and still the basic things, like getting sleep, eating the appropriate amount of food, knowing when to speak and when to be quiet, when what you do is enough or when what you do is too much, how to be a friend to other people - and not co-dependent, or rescuing, when to let something go - because it is what it is - are still a struggle. When I am dissociated I struggle with personal hygiene some days. It is a bit embarrassing. I am fearful to be around people. I spend part of each day wanting to leave my partner because being attached is so damn hard. I really need to get a job, so I am independent. I am such a work in progress.

I had contact with my sister this morning, and last night, she rang twice yesterday, I didn't pick up.

So yeah I am crying now. I knew I was not going okay. But one kind of offer of a hug, online, and I am bawling my eyes out. Yeah I am not doing so well, though I am doing really well, doing the hardest things for me, as much possible.

I am lonely. So despite the crazy making of my sister. And you know she is trying in her own ways, she is so damaged from all the multiple levels of abuse. But even though I saw her and totally went backwards and had three months of nightmares and waking up with panic attacks. Also my partner granted 24 hours access to a group of men from his university for a project, and I found out about that as they were walking across the lawn. Even though she is such a nightmare in so many ways, it is SO hard to even think of letting her go, because I have so little connection to anyone. I don't really belong anywhere. I don't belong. It is really painful to not belong. I find that really hard. I was a teenager without Birthday presents, Xmases, Easters, all that. I lost so much, and now to lose the little bit of good in this is really hard. Then you know how pathetically needy I am comes up, and can I still be letting myself get victimized? And I go elsewhere and I get victimized again anyway. So sometimes there doesn't seem to be a lot of point. Now I keep most people at arm's length.

Damn if you do, and damned if you don't!

What you are dealing with is so damn hard. I do really feel for you. I am glad that my words were of some meaning to you. You are certainly not alone. You are so not alone.

And I felt some feelings and I didn't die. Great stuff! /end sarcasm.
 
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