jaccat
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This has probably been asked before but I'd be interested to know how those of you struggle with 'feeling' things connect to your emotions.
I'm having real trouble connecting to my feelings. Even on a day to day basis it takes real effort to figure out if I'm feeling good or bad or angry or whatever. I've done some work on this with my therapist who tells me to break it down in to the 4 main feelings: fear, anger, sadness and joy, and just to try and put myself in one or more of those boxes, but I am finding even doing that a struggle. It's like feeling my way through a swamp in fog. My last therapy session was a hard one for me and at the end of the session she asked me what I was feeling and I didn't have a clue. I tried really hard but there was nothing there. So my therapist asked me to choose a word: safe or unsafe, and even that what a struggle. In the end I said unsafe, but it was like picking the word at random just to say something!
I know the feelings are going on inside me somewhere, and that the reason they are so buried is because it was one of my earliest defence mechanisms against my dangerous family environment. I know that by burying the bad ones I buried the good ones too and I really want to get them back.
So many things have happened to me over the last few years I feel like I'm running in front of a tidal wave of emotions that are going to hit me sometime, and that's not even considering the things that happened in my past that made me this way.
Last year I lost one of my cats, suddenly to aggressive leukaemia. I nearly lost my house due to paying the care fees for my father, who ended up in a home after I really couldn't cope any more. Those last few years I'm not sure I shall ever come to terms with. He died just weeks before the review that would have taken my house from me. The day I was told he was dying was the day I was told I was getting a promotion. The day he died was the day my new job started. He died at 7.30 am but I still got into work for 9. I didn't cry then. I haven't cried since. My mind just slips around those last few weeks of his life instead. I went from having nothing to inheriting all his estate. It's not massive but as long as I'm not stupid I'm secure for life.
I don't know why I'm writing this except to say that I think by rights I should be lying on the floor screaming by now, instead of which I'm still working, still behaving as if it all happened to someone else a long time ago, perhaps in a book somewhere.
Actually if it was in a book I'd probably feel something.
I'm having real trouble connecting to my feelings. Even on a day to day basis it takes real effort to figure out if I'm feeling good or bad or angry or whatever. I've done some work on this with my therapist who tells me to break it down in to the 4 main feelings: fear, anger, sadness and joy, and just to try and put myself in one or more of those boxes, but I am finding even doing that a struggle. It's like feeling my way through a swamp in fog. My last therapy session was a hard one for me and at the end of the session she asked me what I was feeling and I didn't have a clue. I tried really hard but there was nothing there. So my therapist asked me to choose a word: safe or unsafe, and even that what a struggle. In the end I said unsafe, but it was like picking the word at random just to say something!
I know the feelings are going on inside me somewhere, and that the reason they are so buried is because it was one of my earliest defence mechanisms against my dangerous family environment. I know that by burying the bad ones I buried the good ones too and I really want to get them back.
So many things have happened to me over the last few years I feel like I'm running in front of a tidal wave of emotions that are going to hit me sometime, and that's not even considering the things that happened in my past that made me this way.
Last year I lost one of my cats, suddenly to aggressive leukaemia. I nearly lost my house due to paying the care fees for my father, who ended up in a home after I really couldn't cope any more. Those last few years I'm not sure I shall ever come to terms with. He died just weeks before the review that would have taken my house from me. The day I was told he was dying was the day I was told I was getting a promotion. The day he died was the day my new job started. He died at 7.30 am but I still got into work for 9. I didn't cry then. I haven't cried since. My mind just slips around those last few weeks of his life instead. I went from having nothing to inheriting all his estate. It's not massive but as long as I'm not stupid I'm secure for life.
I don't know why I'm writing this except to say that I think by rights I should be lying on the floor screaming by now, instead of which I'm still working, still behaving as if it all happened to someone else a long time ago, perhaps in a book somewhere.
Actually if it was in a book I'd probably feel something.