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Haunted By Messages From Childhood Neglect

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I need help figuring out what is going on with me. Or maybe I don't. I don't know. Any feedback or thoughts would be very welcome though. Maybe that is wrong to even want that.

I feel lost in a sea of confusion right now, and maybe the obvious is staring me in the face. I don’t quite know how to write this post any shorter than it is, and it is a VERY long post. I’m sorry this is quite the mini-novel.

I feel like a freak. I feel like a selfish jerk. I feel like a child who needs to grow up. I feel frustrated. I feel like a mess. I feel so ashamed about the feelings coming up for me in therapy and with my therapist. I want to run and hide. So here I am doing the opposite and verbally vomiting this all out on the internet. Ugh.

Right now, I feel like posting this is keeping myself from doing more self destructive things… so I’m going to post it anyhow. Please forgive my long winded rambling.

Last week in therapy, we stirred up the trauma of neglect by my father. My father was physically abusive as well, but we have been focusing on the other abuse that was life threatening to a kid. The neglect was strong enough that I was a “failure to thrive” kid. Thankfully, I pulled through and I’m working on thriving now.

In addition to neglect, there was a lot of active denial of self by my father that my therapist has called “existential abuse.” My father sent a lot of “don’t be” messages as a kid. I can’t even write about much of it or I start to feel very unreal.

One example: my father would often tell me I when I was feeling emotionally upset or scared as a kid that I didn’t exist. He has even said this to me as an adult, in front of other people. When people ask him now if he has kids, he says he has a son. I am his daughter, but I really don’t exist to him.

When someone says to an adult they don’t exist, it’s affects them like any crazy weird insult does. But when it happens to a kid, its different. My therapist has spent a lot of time trying to help me accept that this was damaging to me… and now we are trying to process these events.

Last week in therapy, we started off talking about my anxiety around wanting connecting, relationships, in my life. I want it, but it makes me scared. As we processed the current struggle to not feel scared in relationships, the “don’t be” and “you don’t exist” messages from my father came up, and it stirred up some pretty intense dissociation around feeling not real. I know I’m real, I know I exist, I just have no feeling that I exist when I am in this state. It is TERRIFYING.

Today my therapist said I walked into the session looking like I had seen a ghost, and I was very numbed out. As we talked, she helped me ground out of the foggy surreal feelings. Then I felt this feeling that I call being “feisty." She had me sit with it, describe it, engage with her in that place (which I pushed back on doing but was part of me being feisty.) She kept asking if I felt misunderstood, and I said no, because if you showed that you understood what I'm experiencing, it wouldn’t really resolve this.

I kept feeling like I wanted to organize everything in the room but that I didn’t care if anything was actually organized. It felt like a distraction, and outlet, for the feisty feeling.

She asked if I wanted anything with her, asked me to make eye contact, asked what does this feeling want? (like how panic usually wants safety.)

I could only say that the word “respond” kept coming to mind.

She kept asking what kind of response I wanted. I didn’t know and I became very frustrated. I wasn’t really mad at my therapist, but I kind of was, but for no reason that I could identify. My therapist said that’s ok, it’s all part of the work of processing the trauma and the feelings that come from it. She asked if I wanted to do anything, if my body needed anything. I wanted to rock, cry, curl up in a ball and hide. I eventually let myself curl up in a ball on her couch as I visibly fought back waves of tears and and aimless frustration.

We worked on ways to ground and handle this feeling outside of therapy. She said, “I need you to leave the “respond” feeling here, leave the “feisty” here, as much as you can. I need you back in the drivers seat.”

I felt lost at the time she said this.

Now, after the session, I feel like maybe “respond” is all I want. I want it in a massive way. I don't want attention though. But response.

Weird thing is, I now have this twisted urge to contact all my abusers, tell them how terrible are…

I think maybe I am trying to pick a fight with a grizzly bear just to feel real. I am messed up. I’m not seeking to be abused (or get in a brawl with a grizzly bear) but maybe the abuse is a response, to the child in my adult body that lacked any response so often that I felt like my father was right, I was not real.

Or maybe I'm really really selfish. Or stupid or...

I feel like crap.
 
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your feelings make so much sense. Your experiences were horrible and its understandable that a part of you wants to confront your abusers. As an aside curling up on the couch, I do it all the time. I also get into small places in my therapists office. She'll sit close to me. I cry all the time. There's so much early pain. But just mehere what you are doing is all OK. just horribly painful. You are doing the work! Keep writing if you need to!
 
Yeesh. She made me frustrated just reading. Those questions would have made me cross eyed! Especially the repeated questions I've already answered! Do I feel misunderstood? Well I am certainly beginning to!

To me it sounds like you two were on totally separate pages. You wanted her to respond, to engage, and instead she kept redirecting back to you. There are certainly times when that's useful. This just doesn't sound like one of them!

I do wonder how the session might have gone differently if you'd been able to pop up & -if not reorganize her office!- been able to burn off the excess energy with a quick walk to shake off the excess energy, or taken the therapy itself on the move.

Coming up out of fog I often have a sudden burst of energy. Its part if what pulls me present. And I've learned in my own life, it's a brief little window that I need to take advantage of. Okay. I'm here now! What to do? I need to do something that keeps me here. Sitting with it? Snort. Is a fast path to either an anxiety attack, or slipping right back down into the fog as it slips away and dissipates. I've got a little bit of oomph. Okay! Let's use this! Let's get doing! Hell yeah! :D It's the part of grounding that cements me here, in a good way, and I'm not really grounded until it happens. Grounded... And then centered. Grounded is here, centered is me.

That burst of energy has different flavors... Usually based on what I was zoning out with/from. Feisty :sneaky: is a great way to describe one of them. It's usually balancing out / slightly over correcting coming from no-self-esteem-land. Where other people opinions matter to me more than my own. It's a little cocky. It's very interactive. It's very outward facing & connective / not an introspective flavor.

Clearly judging by myself... The series of events that followed, if it had been me? Are pretty much the worst ideas possible for me in that particular mindset. Sitting instead of doing, trying to be introspective instead of having something solid I can respond to / react with / banter back & forth / listen to / do something with? :banghead: :O_o: :confused: :sleep: And then leave both my get up & go energy & quantum of self confidence along with my willingness to face outward & connect with others while being secure in myself... In a place I had to sit & not do, and face inward & be disconnected? I'd really, really be cross-eyed / confused / just want to go to bed... Or chew on someone.
 
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Now, after the session, I feel like maybe “respond” is all I want. I want it in a massive way. I don't want attention though. But response.

This is an insightful distinction. An example for me that isn't nearly so intense...when I write something that I feel like has really, accurately expressed a part of something inside me, and then I send it to a friend or to my T...I'm not looking for compliments. People normally respond with compliments, and I despise compliments when I've been vulnerable on something. I'm not looking for someone else to try to build me up. But what do I want? I think...I want them to engage. I want to know if what I wrote affects them in some way. Have they been changed by this interaction with me?

I think...I need to know that I've affected them...because then I can know that I exist...that I'm real...I'm not invisible. I have influence on the people around me. What is in me, it makes a difference in the world...not in a "you're so awesome" sort of way...but in a "your insight resonates with something inside of me, too" sort of way. Does that make any sense at all?

We grew up being told that we don't matter. Compliments don't fix that. Mirroring ourselves back to ourselves doesn't help. If other people keep faking their own presentation of themselves to me...that does not help me feel more real. I can only become human by relating with other humans...not cardboard cutouts or masks or mirrors or any of that mess. Please be real with me.

Problem is...so many people in our world don't know how to be real and authentic. Most other people are faking it, too. Not because they're walking on eggshells with me, but because they don't know themselves. That's what I love so much about my T. He knows himself first, and so then he's able to be present with me, too, in a way I've never known from anyone else, ever. I hope to eventually know myself that well, so I can be present with people like he is.

I think, those of us who grew up with this "existential abuse" (great term for it)...we need real. That panicky, "feisty" sort of feeling...for me...is a desperate search for connection with a real person...someone who is authentically present...not condescending or distant or fake or whatever...but truly present. No one ever bothered to seek out the real person inside us when we were kids. And it's not something you can pull out of yourself without help. We're suffocating under the rubble of collapsed defenses inside, and desperately hoping that someone will hear us and come digging for us...but not really believing that we're worthy of the effort, and too afraid to hope for it.

You're absolutely right. It's not at all about getting attention, which can be too easily faked. It's about getting a response in a real, authentic sort of way. It doesn't have to be polished or perfected or even focused on me at all. It just needs to be real. If someone refuses to be real with me, then what does that say about me? It's a denial of my very existence. But if someone would take the time and the risk to be real with me, and raw, and human, and present with me...even if it doesn't look polished (which I realize can challenge the job description and professional boundaries of a therapeutic relationship)...what does that say about me instead? It's an acknowledgement of my value and identity as a human being.
 
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I'll start somewhere else - what happens when you assert your right to existance, @Justmehere?

(What happens if you as much as say to yourself 'I exist', 'My being is good', 'I should exist'?)

Sounds to me your dad had f*ck all idea how to parent & how darned harmful some statements are, let alone repeated often.

About contacting abusers - don't, but tell them how you feel anyway. That's what letters, threads, talking in the relative safety of one's head, and the like, is for. Don't hold it in, get it out, that urge can have safer outcomes, and it's amazing you're acknowledging it.

They wouldn't give you validation, and if they had, that still doesn't make it something any hurtful SOB should be giving you. They're not that wise to hold wisdom bout your life. You are.
 
Thank you so much for the feedback and reading my long rambling post. :)
None of this is your fault. Write it all out and allow the feelings to flow. Take care, Rick
Thank you Rick for your kind words.
As an aside curling up on the couch, I do it all the time. I also get into small places in my therapists office. She'll sit close to me. I cry all the time. There's so much early pain. But just mehere what you are doing is all OK.
It helps so much to know I'm not alone in feeling those feelings of being so small. The early pain is the hardest. The very hardest and very deepest pain. :hug:
Those questions would have made me cross eyed! Especially the repeated questions I've already answered! Do I feel misunderstood? Well I am certainly beginning to!

To me it sounds like you two were on totally separate pages. You wanted her to respond, to engage, and instead she kept redirecting back to you. There are certainly times when that's useful. This just doesn't sound like one of them!
Ha! Yeah, I did tell her at one point, "stop asking me!"
Thank goodness she replied, "got it."
I don't think she understood that it didn't really matter what the response was to me, I just wanted a response, but she was responding so it was confusing to say I just want a response... I didn't understand myself at all.
I do wonder how the session might have gone differently if you'd been able to pop up & -if not reorganize her office!- been able to burn off the excess energy with a quick walk to shake off the excess energy, or taken the therapy itself on the move.
It's funny you mention this, because she did label that desire to rearrange the office as a "discharge" of the anxiety I was feeling. She wanted me to instead try to be with the anxiety and figure it out. I think I may need to move around in order to even get anywhere the next time this comes up. I have no doubt that this will come up again.
Coming up out of fog I often have a sudden burst of energy. Its part if what pulls me present.
That's exactly what it felt like. Instead it seems like my therapist was intentionally trying to get me to be in the fog to work it out but in the fog, well, nothing is clear!
That burst of energy has different flavors... Usually based on what I was zoning out with/from. Feisty :sneaky: is a great way to describe one of them. It's usually balancing out / slightly over correcting coming from no-self-esteem-land.

This turned on a big lightblub for me. I think the feisty is all about puling myself out of the fog. I argue with someone and they argue back and there can be almost an adrenaline rush, sort of. But it's like BINGO, I exist, no more fog, life is ok. It's like being feisty is a way I have learned to keep myself out of the fog.

I used to just think I was flawed as a human being. But seeing the feistiness as an action with a purpose to cope with how I am feeling gives me hope that maybe I can find some other ways to work this out other thank picking a fight with the universe.
I'm not looking for someone else to try to build me up. But what do I want? I think...I want them to engage.
Exactly!
I think...I need to know that I've affected them...because then I can know that I exist...that I'm real...I'm not invisible.
This does make so much sense to me.
I can only become human by relating with other humans...not cardboard cutouts or masks or mirrors or any of that mess. Please be real with me.
I have told people, "just be who you are, even if you hate me." I rather have that than anything that is faked at all.
I think, those of us who grew up with this "existential abuse" (great term for it)...we need real. That panicky, "feisty" sort of feeling...for me...is a desperate search for connection with a real person...someone who is authentically present...not condescending or distant or fake or whatever...but truly present. No one ever bothered to seek out the real person inside us when we were kids. And it's not something you can pull out of yourself without help. We're suffocating under the rubble of collapsed defenses inside, and desperately hoping that someone will hear us and come digging for us...but not really believing that we're worthy of the effort, and too afraid to hope for it.

You're absolutely right. It's not at all about getting attention, which can be too easily faked. It's about getting a response in a real, authentic sort of way. It doesn't have to be polished or perfected or even focused on me at all. It just needs to be real. If someone refuses to be real with me, then what does that say about me? It's a denial of my very existence. But if someone would take the time and the risk to be real with me, and raw, and human, and present with me...even if it doesn't look polished (which I realize can challenge the job description and professional boundaries of a therapeutic relationship)...what does that say about me instead? It's an acknowledgement of my value and identity as a human being.
What you wrote here brought tears to my eyes. You articulated so well what I have been feeling. Thank you so much.

I'll start somewhere else - what happens when you assert your right to existance, @Justmehere?
Good question. I feel mad and anxious, but if I am present with those feelings long enough, they pass, and grief comes. A truckload of grief comes up. That must be what I am running from.
About contacting abusers - don't, but tell them how you feel anyway. That's what letters, threads, talking in the relative safety of one's head, and the like, is for. Don't hold it in, get it out, that urge can have safer outcomes, and it's amazing you're acknowledging it.
Thanks for this VERY good reminder. I have thankfully so far resisted the urge. It is tough.

Still thinking this all through...
 
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