jackrabbit
Bronze Member
Been off-line a lot lately. A number of widely disparate, but all shitty, reasons why.
But I'm back now. And I had a major--as in, Huge--breakthrough about two-months back, and I want to share it.
I'd tried EMDR before, with little-to-no effect. But my MD demanded that I try it again and sent me to the same gal she'd used for trauma. I was reluctant--drug my feet the whole way, conveniently lost the therapist's number a bunch of times, etc. Relatively recently, I finally broke down and went.
Long story short, it has worked wonders.
My PTSD was mostly incident-based guilt; I was torn-up about what I'd done. I believed, whole-heartedly, that I was a monster. My actions repeated like a horrific syndicated re-run in my head. I thought I was damned for having separated so many mothers from their sons and wives from their husbands.
I don't feel that way anymore.
I don't think that way anymore.
It's amazing.
I am happy to go into the why's and what-for's if anyone's interested. I'm also happy to provide my gal's name if you're in the greater Seattle area and want to try her out.
But the point of this is to say that I've changed my stance on EMDR. It worked for me--I just had to find the right therapist.
Which is not to say I'm cured; I still have a ton of shit to work through. But the most heinous part of my PTSD--the part that made me trigger and convinced me I was little more than an animal at heart--has been silent for more than eight-weeks.
Eight Weeks!
If you're PTSD is incident-based, give it (another) shot.
But I'm back now. And I had a major--as in, Huge--breakthrough about two-months back, and I want to share it.
I'd tried EMDR before, with little-to-no effect. But my MD demanded that I try it again and sent me to the same gal she'd used for trauma. I was reluctant--drug my feet the whole way, conveniently lost the therapist's number a bunch of times, etc. Relatively recently, I finally broke down and went.
Long story short, it has worked wonders.
My PTSD was mostly incident-based guilt; I was torn-up about what I'd done. I believed, whole-heartedly, that I was a monster. My actions repeated like a horrific syndicated re-run in my head. I thought I was damned for having separated so many mothers from their sons and wives from their husbands.
I don't feel that way anymore.
I don't think that way anymore.
It's amazing.
I am happy to go into the why's and what-for's if anyone's interested. I'm also happy to provide my gal's name if you're in the greater Seattle area and want to try her out.
But the point of this is to say that I've changed my stance on EMDR. It worked for me--I just had to find the right therapist.
Which is not to say I'm cured; I still have a ton of shit to work through. But the most heinous part of my PTSD--the part that made me trigger and convinced me I was little more than an animal at heart--has been silent for more than eight-weeks.
Eight Weeks!
If you're PTSD is incident-based, give it (another) shot.
