It seems mostly like I keep coming back to bits of medical traumas as a kid (the more obvious life-threatening stuff) But I have some meltdowns at times if I feel like my therapist has "disappeared" or given up on me (like doesn't respond to my e-mail fast enough...I realize this isn't rational and that it's a part of what I'm working on with her), and yet it's been hard to feel a connection with her a lot of times, or like she is real, which is all me. I think she's a good therapist. Anyway, I think the life-threatening stuff was bad and scary but I wonder if it was significantly worse because I couldn't feel safe around anyone or any comfort.
My mom was in the hospital sometimes with me and she did come once when I started screaming. But I honestly remember her as a sort of stranger. The only early memories I have of her weren't good or comforting (she was raging, disconnected, and likely dissociative because sometimes it was like I really wasn't "there" when she was like that) but I don't want to go into those details about her here. I remember I strongly wanted to disappear. She was supposedly meant to be my source of safety, especially when it was really bad, but I just had nightmares about her (anything from her driving me off a cliff to molestation...and I think represented as a stranger murdering a family and dressing the dead people up nice for a photo)
I know I've read that kids can recover from medical trauma but it depends a lot on the love and support they have. Sometimes I've felt half dead or unreal. And very often disconnected from other people and not usually interested in even connecting. But it's sometimes crushing and depressing to be so isolated too. I won't probably ever have my own family. A little part of me wants one, but mostly not, like I can't feel normal with closeness to humans. It's hard to unravel complex trauma but I think for me it was this medical trauma plus my seeming non-attachment and abuse...the inability to feel safety or reassurance anywhere. My siblings have had some issues and one is quite the hermit, but none of them have been so outright self-destructive. I started beating my legs with a hammer when I was a teenager and I just felt f*cked up beyond belief. Then cutting, starving, really serious drinking (lots of ER trips). This was all before sexual assault and just seemed sort of out of the blue at the time and made me really hate myself for being so f*cked up (after assault I started suicide attempts and loads of rehab trips).
It's the regulation and safety I'm still trying to get (notice some progress, so that's hopeful). But also any ability to connect or form close relationships. For most of my life there has been no internal or external way to deal with pain. The self-destruction has been either about emotional regulation or control...learning how to contain everything all on my own.
I was able to hold my therapist's wrist a little bit when I was feeling like I was breaking down the middle and choking from the inside recently. That was really bizarre for me. Reaching out for support or connection was probably scarier than the choking. I think that's partly the point I'm having a hard time organizing into words.
Do any of you relate to early traumas being compounded by negative attachment (zero safety anywhere), not like you know that happened but feel it affecting you now? Or early traumas relating to self destruction? I think that has been the crazy part because I even stumped past therapists which seemed to increase my feelings of shame, isolation, and hopelessness. Previous therapists never seemed to connect the dots (though I didn't talk about my family or sometimes any of it, so there you go...I didn't trust the therapists) but my current therapist understands complex trauma pretty well and that perspective helps me not feel so fundamentally messed up (like I am wrong within my being).
My mom was in the hospital sometimes with me and she did come once when I started screaming. But I honestly remember her as a sort of stranger. The only early memories I have of her weren't good or comforting (she was raging, disconnected, and likely dissociative because sometimes it was like I really wasn't "there" when she was like that) but I don't want to go into those details about her here. I remember I strongly wanted to disappear. She was supposedly meant to be my source of safety, especially when it was really bad, but I just had nightmares about her (anything from her driving me off a cliff to molestation...and I think represented as a stranger murdering a family and dressing the dead people up nice for a photo)
I know I've read that kids can recover from medical trauma but it depends a lot on the love and support they have. Sometimes I've felt half dead or unreal. And very often disconnected from other people and not usually interested in even connecting. But it's sometimes crushing and depressing to be so isolated too. I won't probably ever have my own family. A little part of me wants one, but mostly not, like I can't feel normal with closeness to humans. It's hard to unravel complex trauma but I think for me it was this medical trauma plus my seeming non-attachment and abuse...the inability to feel safety or reassurance anywhere. My siblings have had some issues and one is quite the hermit, but none of them have been so outright self-destructive. I started beating my legs with a hammer when I was a teenager and I just felt f*cked up beyond belief. Then cutting, starving, really serious drinking (lots of ER trips). This was all before sexual assault and just seemed sort of out of the blue at the time and made me really hate myself for being so f*cked up (after assault I started suicide attempts and loads of rehab trips).
It's the regulation and safety I'm still trying to get (notice some progress, so that's hopeful). But also any ability to connect or form close relationships. For most of my life there has been no internal or external way to deal with pain. The self-destruction has been either about emotional regulation or control...learning how to contain everything all on my own.
I was able to hold my therapist's wrist a little bit when I was feeling like I was breaking down the middle and choking from the inside recently. That was really bizarre for me. Reaching out for support or connection was probably scarier than the choking. I think that's partly the point I'm having a hard time organizing into words.
Do any of you relate to early traumas being compounded by negative attachment (zero safety anywhere), not like you know that happened but feel it affecting you now? Or early traumas relating to self destruction? I think that has been the crazy part because I even stumped past therapists which seemed to increase my feelings of shame, isolation, and hopelessness. Previous therapists never seemed to connect the dots (though I didn't talk about my family or sometimes any of it, so there you go...I didn't trust the therapists) but my current therapist understands complex trauma pretty well and that perspective helps me not feel so fundamentally messed up (like I am wrong within my being).
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