Flashbacks from CSA becoming more immersive

brokenpony

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some of you may remember some of my other posts about my flashbacks. they are getting worse, and i am wondering if i am on the edge of something potentially (psychically) dangerous. i was hoping to check in with others who have had amnesia for CSA, as this is a unique experience. the abuse coming up is very severe. i suppose that when it comes back in flashbacks after amnesia, vs. something that you have been carrying all your life, there is maybe a more immediate understanding that it is “that bad.” you don’t need to reframe to see that it is really bad. and because of it being “that bad,” i had issues accepting it was not some kind of elaborate invention of my mind. the flooding started months ago, after i read something triggering, but the flashbacks had already started before the triggering thing.

so for a long time i refused to believe this was real, part due to how severe it seems to be. but i have after over a year of rumination an additional assessments accepted that i do have DID and had amnesia for incest CSA (grandfather, not in my home). as i have grown to accept this more and more, the somatic flashbacks have grown more and more intense and vivid and “real” feeling, and more information has been revealed through the somatic flashbacks as well as visual (both first and third person, depending what is happening) and verbal/written intrusions that are disturbing. once the anal flashbacks started and came with visuals overlaid on them, i think i began to truly accept that i was dealing with something different. i had been raped as an adult many times in different ways, but never anally, yet the sensations were very clearly that.

the somatic flashbacks aren’t just vague pains in the pelvic area, to be clear, but are very detailed and include the phantom feeling and motion of rhythmic penetration and hands and tongue, the body rocking back and forth/up and down, pain up in the pelvis when the penetration is deepest, waves of intense vertigo (especially when the penetration is feeling deepest), nausea, fluids, pressure on thighs, feeling like he is on top of me, radiating soreness in the pelvic region and/or rectum that lingers even when the motion has stopped or paused. the penetration motion is in all orifices and sometimes overlapping. it all seems to start “in media res,” as if i am “tuning in” to rolling events that are constantly ongoing “somewhere else.” the moving visuals are coming with more smells and sounds, but so far they seem to be just accessed inside the head, not phantom-type like the physical sensations. i still know where i am, even when i feel like i am “over there.” it’s like straddling two worlds. but i am semi-oriented to the present.

i will try not to get into the DID thing so much because i know this is the PTSD forum, but there are some dissociative disorder issues at play here that are making it hard for me to stop them from happening. the first is that the “not real”/“not me”/“not my life” disconnect is strong and i cannot seem to figure out a way to ground away from them. when they start, nothing helps to stop them, and i think this is because they are coming from a “dissociated part.” however, this in turn keeps enough emotional distance from me and the flashbacks to function through them when they are not super severe. i may zone out a bit, lose my place in a conversation, etc., but no one around me would know. but as they become more vivid, this “working through” is getting harder to do. staying “present” is becoming harder. i try to avoid getting to a point of no return by doing the only thing i can do to keep them from overwhelming me, which is to walk around, as a kind of counteractive motion. if i do get “stuck,” sometimes calling someone on the phone helps. i have called my therapist before and another time a friend called me and helped me move out of paralysis. but it is just like an oceanic force sometimes.

second, because of both the DID and the amnesia, i have a strange relationship with them. in some ways they feel like they keep me connected to the “new reality“ of the trauma, i.e., that it really happened, that some people do block out such “betrayal trauma“ until it is safer to process it and i am one of those people, even if it feels like my life has jumped the shark. they also keep me connected to parts of me that i did not know i had, but whose pain i have felt all my life, without knowing the origin. and i weirdly appreciate them in that way. that they help me stay honest and aware. without the “reminders,” i fear i will stop believing they (both the memories and the parts) are real, return to denial and the “old reality,” and set myself back. this is compounded by the memory issues i have, where recent events come to feel far away from me in no time at all. i also really want the rest of it all to surface. i want the child parts to surface. they are suffering. they say such horrible things. i talk to them but they don’t seem to hear me. so i feel like i am willingly choosing to remain in hell, in a way, for a purpose.

but—the past week or so has been really immersive in new ways, and i am becoming more afraid. as they increase in intensity, my vision becomes more staticky (visual snow, i guess?), i get stuck in paralysis/freeze and i feel like i start to dissipate/dissolve and derealize more severely. i lose more time. i feel like they have… changed.

i am wondering if anyone has dealt with this particular situation, with this kind of highly dissociated flashback for CSA, that feels both semi-immersive but “not yours.” not ”you.” like you are receiving it, like you are a vessel for it. i feel like i am an intersection of sorts for merging timelines or realities or… i will use the word… “alters.” i feel like i am a willing participant in this process, but now, after this week, i am fearing more serious decompensation. what was the evolution of this like for you compared to me? what am i supposed to do next? if you had amnesia for CSA, did your partial flashbacks ever become fully immersive? did you experience flooding to this degree? how did you find what helps when the go-to stuff doesn’t work so well? my therapist is trying to help, but it is so complicated. i know she is concerned. as you can see i have an analytical side and can sometimes think my way into a labyrinth, making things harder than they need to be, but this is sure feeling difficult to navigate.
 
methinks i know of what you speak. i know my own version (sans DID) was an experience i have yet to find words for. it was far more sensory than verbal.

"trauma induced amnesia" was my second official psych dx, after "suicidal ideation." when i first started letting the memory blocks come down, i experienced what i describe as, "emotional tsunamis." all i could do was find a stationary object to latch on to and hold on for dear life while the waters carrying all sorts of detritus rushed past me. i had to go through similar for each and every daddyf*cking memory block in my damaged brain. NFF! ! ! No f*cking Fair! ! !

sound similar to you?

in my strictly personal case, the good news is that getting all those polluted waters out of my system made room for healing to happen. decades later, i firmly believe the gain was worth the pain. those memories are still ugly as sin, but they no longer have the power to control me. i can now think of those memories as stains on the sidewalk which i have the power to step over without tripping.
i have an analytical side and can sometimes think my way into a labyrinth, making things harder than they need to be, but this is sure feeling difficult to navigate.
empathy. i've even earned good money for my analytical side, so i can't afford to repress my analytical side too far. what helps me is to avoid looking for logic in the phenom. what's logical about any of this pervy bullshit? do i really want to waste my analytical talents on analyzing fecal samples? just grab a solid object and hold on for dear life until the tsunami passes.

or? ? ? am i lost in metaphor again? my english/writing teachers always warned me about mixing metaphors. a few shrinks, too. . .
 
methinks i know of what you speak. i know my own version (sans DID) was an experience i have yet to find words for. it was far more sensory than verbal.

"trauma induced amnesia" was my second official psych dx, after "suicidal ideation." when i first started letting the memory blocks come down, i experienced what i describe as, "emotional tsunamis." all i could do was find a stationary object to latch on to and hold on for dear life while the waters carrying all sorts of detritus rushed past me. i had to go through similar for each and every daddyf*cking memory block in my damaged brain. NFF! ! ! No f*cking Fair! ! !

sound similar to you?

in my strictly personal case, the good news is that getting all those polluted waters out of my system made room for healing to happen. decades later, i firmly believe the gain was worth the pain. those memories are still ugly as sin, but they no longer have the power to control me. i can now think of those memories as stains on the sidewalk which i have the power to step over without tripping.

empathy. i've even earned good money for my analytical side, so i can't afford to repress my analytical side too far. what helps me is to avoid looking for logic in the phenom. what's logical about any of this pervy bullshit? do i really want to waste my analytical talents on analyzing fecal samples? just grab a solid object and hold on for dear life until the tsunami passes.

or? ? ? am i lost in metaphor again? my english/writing teachers always warned me about mixing metaphors. a few shrinks, too. . .
yes that sounds similar. it is helpful to hear that the pain was worth it. i feel similarly about it, like if i “get it out” then healing can happen, it is throwing up waves of poison, like i just want to get it all up and out. i just wonder if one day i will get swept away in the tsunami, since they are getting more immersive. i hope that i can hold on.
 
Yes I had stuff like that and had to lean into it too in order to “get it out” and also had to promise myself that I believed it was real and that it did happen. When I reneged on my promise the flashbacks (somatic inside me, smells, tastes) would return—not to punish me but to remind me and I had several mental breaks where I was stripped down psychically in grief and flashbacks and I callled the crisis line many times just to be able to hold on to reality and text or call my T too to help ground me.

I also felt like I was losing myself and my grasp on reality. I remember the crisis line person sort of gently laughing and saying that what was happening was actually a really good sign of processing the trauma and the grief.

That said, for me it was imperative that I was able to reach out to real people when I felt like I was going to be washed away in the psychic tsunami. Do you have access to real people you can talk to when you feel overwhelmed with the sensations? When I couldn’t access anyone I would just color with crayons, cry, pace, blast music in headphones, word salad in my diary on here, etc.

Sorry you’re in it!
 
i feel similarly about it, like if i “get it out” then healing can happen, it is throwing up waves of poison, like i just want to get it all up and out.
well-stated, brokenponey. i still go through bouts of needing to purge those toxins. now that i no longer have to live with concentrations of intense buildups, i honestly don't know how i lived with the continual leakage of those intense and guarded concentrations. still no fun, but mild by comparison. even more mysterious is why i ever felt those toxins were worth guarding.
i just wonder if one day i will get swept away in the tsunami, since they are getting more immersive. i hope that i can hold on.
i can't offer guarantees, but. . . i'm hoping and wishing i could carry a lifeline across the raging waters to help. just wishing. healing is an inside job and nobody can do it for you. still. . . the healing of one is the healing of us all.
 
Yes I think all of life is made up of this reliving it. In my case I get immersive intrusive sexual fantasies that I like on the one hand and are a reliving it at the same time. Confused isn’t the right word. When I was 14 it was shattering more or less. I’m still there except I’m here. I do a lot of things to deal with it. I wouldn’t say the therapeutic or healing things. Just workarounds. Talking about it with the therapist is fairly new still I’ve only just started with her. I’m still at the alarmed state. I’m alarmed I told someone else.
 
I've not had exactly what you experience. But somatic flashbacks, yes. The kind where I can't eat or drink because I can only feel ... that.

It comes and goes in waves over the years. And honestly I'm worried for myself that there is so much more I don't know because I have mostly visual flashbacks, but the pain from what happened must have been horrendous. But I can't feel it, at least not now.

But it also only seems to come in amounts that I can handle, and then it will subside for a while, then come back when I am stronger. It's like my system sort of knows how much I can handle and when? And I guess my best advice is to trust that -- your system is taking care of you, whether you realize it or not.
 
well-stated, brokenponey. i still go through bouts of needing to purge those toxins. now that i no longer have to live with concentrations of intense buildups, i honestly don't know how i lived with the continual leakage of those intense and guarded concentrations. still no fun, but mild by comparison. even more mysterious is why i ever felt those toxins were worth guarding.

i can't offer guarantees, but. . . i'm hoping and wishing i could carry a lifeline across the raging waters to help. just wishing. healing is an inside job and nobody can do it for you. still. . . the healing of one is the healing of us all.
“i don’t know how i lived” is the phrase, just by itself. how did we live? how do we live now? with all of this? it helps to talk to people who have experienced this kind of flooding from the depths and survived it.
Yes I think all of life is made up of this reliving it. In my case I get immersive intrusive sexual fantasies that I like on the one hand and are a reliving it at the same time. Confused isn’t the right word. When I was 14 it was shattering more or less. I’m still there except I’m here. I do a lot of things to deal with it. I wouldn’t say the therapeutic or healing things. Just workarounds. Talking about it with the therapist is fairly new still I’ve only just started with her. I’m still at the alarmed state. I’m alarmed I told someone else.
yes i think i was reliving it and also re-enacting it in many ways my whole adult life but i didn’t know it until now. i’m also in the alarmed state. i was supposed to be quiet. i messed up and told. now he is going to kill me. is how it feels.
I've not had exactly what you experience. But somatic flashbacks, yes. The kind where I can't eat or drink because I can only feel ... that.

It comes and goes in waves over the years. And honestly I'm worried for myself that there is so much more I don't know because I have mostly visual flashbacks, but the pain from what happened must have been horrendous. But I can't feel it, at least not now.

But it also only seems to come in amounts that I can handle, and then it will subside for a while, then come back when I am stronger. It's like my system sort of knows how much I can handle and when? And I guess my best advice is to trust that -- your system is taking care of you, whether you realize it or not.
it does seem to come in amounts i can handle, for the most part, but sometimes i lean in too far, i think. i lean too far and then i’m too far on the other side and i have trouble getting back. i feel like i was made to endure. like this is my job. i can’t seem to do anything else but endure what is difficult.
 
Yes I had stuff like that and had to lean into it too in order to “get it out” and also had to promise myself that I believed it was real and that it did happen. When I reneged on my promise the flashbacks (somatic inside me, smells, tastes) would return—not to punish me but to remind me and I had several mental breaks where I was stripped down psychically in grief and flashbacks and I callled the crisis line many times just to be able to hold on to reality and text or call my T too to help ground me.

I also felt like I was losing myself and my grasp on reality. I remember the crisis line person sort of gently laughing and saying that what was happening was actually a really good sign of processing the trauma and the grief.

That said, for me it was imperative that I was able to reach out to real people when I felt like I was going to be washed away in the psychic tsunami. Do you have access to real people you can talk to when you feel overwhelmed with the sensations? When I couldn’t access anyone I would just color with crayons, cry, pace, blast music in headphones, word salad in my diary on here, etc.

Sorry you’re in it!
this sounds really similar to me, the losing myself and grasp on reality, so that i feel absolutely insane. my reality feels very tenuous. my reality and my body and all of it is like, undulating and feels fragile.

i do have a therapist who is open to out of session contact. i have some friends i can talk to on the phone but no one really locally who i feel comfortable sharing this with. thank you for the advice.
 
my arithmomania (official sub-dx) goes haywire when i ponder the question of how i survived all that, most especially during the recovery years where i was embracing extreme poverty in favor of recovery. the math just doesn't add up. how did i manage to pay rent, etc., those years? loaves and fishes? fairy godmother watching over me? my personal azure dragon? pachamama?

my running conclusion so far has been to just let the mystery be. trust the force, luke skywalker.
 

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