Hello,
I'm glad I found this site and that it's so active. I was on a similar online forum years ago. I have struggled with believing myself for maybe 25 years about childhood abuse and have a good PTSD-oriented therapist.
The reason I came online today was that most Saturdays are very hard (after working all week) -- feelings of fear and distrust of everyone take over, even if I start the morning well -- they come up in the afternoon. I think I am back in the isolation and hopelessness of childhood. I get very depressed, and then sad that I can't enjoy my day off, and then ashamed of being so "negative" (family expression of course), so I don't call anyone. Sometimes a nap helps -- but today even though I went out briefly the negativity returned again afterward anyway. There is a well of anger that I don't like facing since all it does is take over. I can distract myself with a book or TV show sometimes, which I did -- now it's getting late and I can write off the day again. I just hate this cycle.
OK, the truth is, I think something bad happened with my father on Saturday afternoons. There was something "special" where he took me out alone every Saturday (not my younger siblings) -- what I remember is the way I ended it, by saying he had to alternate with all 3 of us -- that didn't last long.
If this brought up memories or gave me some relief I could accept it, but usually it doesn't. Any recommendations on what to do? Just writing this, I can see I have to accept it -- but as I said, I am sick of it. I guess I need to find some self-care.
thanks for listening, and best wishes to all those recovering from PTSD & CPTSD,
ddddd
I'm glad I found this site and that it's so active. I was on a similar online forum years ago. I have struggled with believing myself for maybe 25 years about childhood abuse and have a good PTSD-oriented therapist.
The reason I came online today was that most Saturdays are very hard (after working all week) -- feelings of fear and distrust of everyone take over, even if I start the morning well -- they come up in the afternoon. I think I am back in the isolation and hopelessness of childhood. I get very depressed, and then sad that I can't enjoy my day off, and then ashamed of being so "negative" (family expression of course), so I don't call anyone. Sometimes a nap helps -- but today even though I went out briefly the negativity returned again afterward anyway. There is a well of anger that I don't like facing since all it does is take over. I can distract myself with a book or TV show sometimes, which I did -- now it's getting late and I can write off the day again. I just hate this cycle.
OK, the truth is, I think something bad happened with my father on Saturday afternoons. There was something "special" where he took me out alone every Saturday (not my younger siblings) -- what I remember is the way I ended it, by saying he had to alternate with all 3 of us -- that didn't last long.
If this brought up memories or gave me some relief I could accept it, but usually it doesn't. Any recommendations on what to do? Just writing this, I can see I have to accept it -- but as I said, I am sick of it. I guess I need to find some self-care.
thanks for listening, and best wishes to all those recovering from PTSD & CPTSD,
ddddd