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It's almost addictive coming on here! I've done a lot of journalling but find this so much more effective - perhaps because knowing there are real people out there breaks some of the isolation. If you just write in your journal to yourself it feels like you're disappearing because the real world never comes in - sort it out as much as you like in your head, but it doesn't change how you feel out there, or the fact that noone wants to come in, or how difficult it feels doing things that other people take for granted - mattering to people, letting people close.
There is something that happens if I let people in too close, not got to the bottom of what it is yet. I kind of panic and have to trash everything, either that or I pick the wrong people and they are cruel all over again. If you can't be sure to pick good people you daren't pick anyone in case they treat you with dismissive, sneering, controlling mind games or abandonment. Even though I'm lonely the thought of having a man in my space puts me in a panic. I don't seem to have got any closer to working this one through yet.
I can't imagine how I'll ever fit into anyone's life. They've already got a family and a history and that makes me feel really insecure because I feel like I have neither. At the same time I can hold in my mind all the things I have done and achieved, but in one fell swoop that can feel meaningless at the same time..... really strange. Dissociation and fragmentation is a funny thing!
Dissociation does you a favour in protecting you but there's always" something else" to find, some other corner to turn, some "yes, but" ... and always something yet more traumatised and desolate inside that you can't quite get to. In another thread I've started to write through the traumas I've worked through to help process them all a bit more as they seem a bit unreal and disconnected to me - even though I've experienced them in therapy and KNOW they are me. Dissocation again. Very very wierd. Being several things all at the same time and yet none of them too. Leaves "you" as a big gaping hole somewhere in the middle.
I'm sure this doesn't make any sense but I needed to write it
Hx
There is something that happens if I let people in too close, not got to the bottom of what it is yet. I kind of panic and have to trash everything, either that or I pick the wrong people and they are cruel all over again. If you can't be sure to pick good people you daren't pick anyone in case they treat you with dismissive, sneering, controlling mind games or abandonment. Even though I'm lonely the thought of having a man in my space puts me in a panic. I don't seem to have got any closer to working this one through yet.
I can't imagine how I'll ever fit into anyone's life. They've already got a family and a history and that makes me feel really insecure because I feel like I have neither. At the same time I can hold in my mind all the things I have done and achieved, but in one fell swoop that can feel meaningless at the same time..... really strange. Dissociation and fragmentation is a funny thing!
Dissociation does you a favour in protecting you but there's always" something else" to find, some other corner to turn, some "yes, but" ... and always something yet more traumatised and desolate inside that you can't quite get to. In another thread I've started to write through the traumas I've worked through to help process them all a bit more as they seem a bit unreal and disconnected to me - even though I've experienced them in therapy and KNOW they are me. Dissocation again. Very very wierd. Being several things all at the same time and yet none of them too. Leaves "you" as a big gaping hole somewhere in the middle.
I'm sure this doesn't make any sense but I needed to write it
Hx