The past couple of weeks have been good. Lots of quality time with my H, the sun has shone and we have made some memories to hold on to.
I am into a daily routine, I do things, I volunteer and this is a bit one, I am beginning to manage my symptoms successfully - or so I thought. I haven't had T this week as he was away. The last session was good, I really pushed and we cleared a target. We have one more target to clear and then we will do a forward plan - after that I will be on my own.
We were working on why I feel so trapped, confined, scared ............ and why these were surfacing in nightmares. T helped me remember 2 memories, one from childhood when I locked myself in an airing cupboard and the other during treatment in hospital when I was 17. We cleared the airing cupboard one and next week will start on the hospital memory. I am already well over my allocated 20 sessions and I know we can't keep deeling with new stuff coming up.
Last night I had another memory come back to me, I woke scared and shaking. It has been in my subconsious for 42 years so why now, why couldn't it have stayed hidden. Someone (I won't say who) locked me in an outhouse, it was dark and there were spiders (I've always had a deep fear of spiders). The only light came from around gaps around the door. This person then told me 'here's lunch' and she pushed a bread crust under the door. I can remember completely freaking out, screaming, shouting, clawing at the door, sorry can't finish.