I was told by me T that I have a somewhat psychotic defense. That hurt! Cuz I'm worried that I'm actually going insane. Recently I have lots of weird perceptions, like how I percieve reality is muddled and clouded by images in my head. I talked to a guy yesterday, and tho I was perfectly able of keeping up conversation, at some point, when he said something I didn't agree with (and that is key here, I think), it was like part of his face and his glasses sort of separated from his face and was about to move into my world, so to speak.
I also have images like strings of colours, usually pastel ones, pink and light green, which show up whenever I'm about to invite people into me, so to speak. Like sharing vulnerable information or having people visit me in my home.
I fear for my sanity, even tho my T promised that it'll go away over time. I got to talk about abuse-related stuff today, something I was sure I wouldn't be able to, but I do. Afterwards I reacted hostile, and wanted her to stay the f*ck away from me -- which always happens whenever I talk to women.
I wrote this poem when I got home. I got a little emotional when I thought of what I long for the most -- intimacy:
there's nothing i want more in life than you to hold hands with me / there's nothing more that my soul yearns for, screams it up at the full moon when no one is listening / there's nothing i would like more / than holding hands with you / but i also kno / that my monster will react fiercely when if should ever get it / get away from me, get away from me, you c*nt / i kno who you are / you are the destroyer of life / and i will combat you / to get what every fiber in my body yearns for / just a gentle touch, to finally finally / connect with you / feel your touch