My dissociation was something I was completely unaware of for a long long time. I had episodes, starting as a teenager, where I would get flashabcks, and time where I felt "not me" and surreal in a really frightening way. It often came as part of depression and anxiety and was overwhelming, crazy, unbearable, reality seemed different and I had to get out of it at any cost. But I also had the occasional evening feeling like I couldn't think and was confused. I thought it was normal and that everyone had those!
A psych I saw at the time told me it was depression and "I was very anxious" He really p***d me off as he was so disinterested and dismissive and how on earth you can pupport to understand someone after half an hour of structured general questions, god knows, (but don't get me started on that!, that's the subject of another post!!!)
Somehow I knew it was more than that. Maybe it was that I did not want to see myself as someone anxious and depressed, or I was reacting strongly because my family had written me off as highly strung and I couldn't bear anyone else doing it, or maybe, just maybe, a part of me knew the truth. The more of this work I do, the more this seems to be true.
Years of therapy later, we just weren't getting there. I had learnt all sorts about psychotherapy and how the mind works, but just opened up more and more pain with nowhere to go with it. And it was all "in my head" - an intellectual understanding, rather than an emotional journey. I now understand counselling etc only really deeply helps if it hits the emotions - first order healing - but unbeknown to me, my dissociation wasn't letting anyone near that part of me!!!
I struggled with terrible times, hanging on, making myself feel "it" whatever it was, because that's what I'd read you had to do. On hindsight I was just miserably lost, and retraumatising myself because you cannot heal this kind of stuff in a vacuum, however brave and determined you are. My child had no way out so how was my adult psych supposed to see one? I tried everything under the sun - throwing myself into work, sport, relationships, rescuing... you name it. Trying to heal with a positive mental attitude.
I also noticed I had times - usually in social settings, (which I both hated and desperately yearned fo) where I would get overwhelming "white noise" and pain and desolation and thoughts which were familiar and relentless in their hopelessness. If i got out of the situation it would lift - and it was as if it never happened.
All sorts of similar "swtiches" went on with relationships too, but I didn't see it - cos it was all I'd ever known.
I knew there were lots of bits of me, so I couldn't choose to be or commit to anything - to choose one path when in touch with one part then seems terribly wrong when in touch with another!! That's one of the reasons I've never been able to belong - apart from all the trauma around intimacy and trust. Dissociation from a baby leaves you with no sense of the real you, no idea how to do things others do, an empty swirling feeling where there should be a sense of being ............so how can you belong ANYWHERE?
My first EMDR consultant made the diagnosis. I remember being stunned - something at last made sense about their being 2 sides to me, and hallejuh, maybe a way out of it all - but my understanding was very rudimentary and simplistic. It also seemed a bit of a novelty, walking around thinking "i'm dissociative!" with no real idea of what that meant for me and the future. Or for the past.... I read about about the fact that it is highly correlated with sex abuse as a child, but could not relate that to me. I knew I had had a horrid upbringing but that was all ( -I had no idea of the horrors it really contained. My dissociation had kept that the best secret of all time.)
It was a long slow process of familiarisation. In the beginning, it was just an intellectual construct for me. All the many many things I read on the internet slowly led me to recognise bits of me in their descriptions and discussions, but a lot of the time all i could feel was an intensely beating heart and a agitated feeling. I started to recognise these as clues but that was all I had. But at least i was recognising it. I began to recognise the spaced out, dizzy, "missing something" agitated feelings I had, at the time i didn't understand what they were, but I now know so many things were triggering me, I was dissociating away. I hadn't spotted I'd felt like that before. I'd been so brainwashed into thinking this was "depression". It takes you to drop your preconcieved notion and just notice and listen, and allow yourself to discover how you feel and what is happening, rather than rushing to explain it and avoid it.
in my trauma thread I have talked about how I messed around with EMDR and caused myself to "flood" Looking back, part of me doesn't regret THIS foolhardiness, because I honestly think so much of this would have taken YEARS to get at, had I not done so, because i didn't even know what was in there. In actual fact, part of me HAD seen it , those few times it had broken through.But I had forgotten that, discounted it,. It was "not me", not real, another me experienced that, not this me. Confused? You bet. It is confusing beyond description, beyong understanding.
I believed with sheer trying i could stop being the person who had "those episodes":they were so frightening, so other-wordly, they were truly bad nightmares. My ow personal horror, somewhere only the devil and I went.
I thought they were my inherent badness, my weakness, my unacceptability. would make progress in therapy and then some of this would come up and I'd honestly believed I'd overdone it and my wierd brain was once again broken ! I didn't understand they were the feelings of a trauamatised child.
However, when the dissociated stuff broke through after the EMDR meddling, armed now with some knowledge and insight, it was a real surprise to realise that this stuff, although still unbearable and beyond tolerance, was dissociated stuff. Took me a long time to see that. Each time new stuff breaks out, the initial belief still reverts back to "oh no, here I go again, I'm bad, pathetic....etc" and now I understand it's because each dissociated fragment contains a part of a small child who REALLY BELIEVES THAT IS TRUE
more later