Dragonfly-Dawn
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I hid behind the pillow during therapy, spent most of my time there.
My therapist asked me for the pillow and I asked why and he said because he wants to be able to see me. I don't want to be seen. Why would he want to see me? He will just hate or be disgusted by what he sees.
I dissociate a lot, before and after my brother died. We had worked on it through therapy and were making progress but I feel like I have slid back so far no one can reach me. I feel so detached.
My father says that I am selfish to be caught up with such human qualities such as grief, seeing as the person I am grieving is dead, it is just for me. My father says that it is weakness and that I need to just move on with life because it is useless to think about my brother, he is already dead.
My question is; Is grieving selfish? Should I focus more on living a life that has changed forever, changed without my wanting it to change. I had to Identify his body after the accident and I have nightmares of it, even in my dreams I can not stop myself from being selfish. If my Father is correct. I feel a sense of despair and so very lonely. I really don't want to be selfish.
I had PTSD before my brother died. Now it just seems unbearable. I feel like escaping/Dissociating is the only way I can make it through this.
If I had been honest with my therapist and not hid, I would have told him that I feel guilty about being alive when my brother who was so full of life is dead. I was planning on suicide before he passed and my partner took me into the hospital for help. They helped me get the actual diagnosis of PTSD and calmed me down. Than my partner received the phone call that my brother passed away. They were willing to admit me but they understood I needed to be there for my family so they discharged me.
My father claims me being in the hospital is linked to my brother death. I am confused. Somehow if I were to think like him I would agree, If I had committed suicide instead of reaching out for help than my brother wouldn't have been racing that weekend and he would still be alive and I would be buried on the hillside in his place. Life is cruel, it needed to be satisfied. But who said it had to be him? why couldn't it have been me, when I was so actively planning for it anyways.
If I am made to listen to one more thing my father or mother has to say, Than I can promise I will dissociate. But I feel bad because I have been working all year on getting better at being present and willing to sit with my emotions. But when my own family won't admit to having feelings I feel there is no way to be present with these intense emotions all on my own. So I dissociate.
I actually am slightly proud of myself because instead of shutting down and ignoring my intense feelings of guilt, I typed it out here and acknowledged it. I may not of done it in therapy, but at least I am letting it out here. Please be kind to me, I feel very fragile and I just needed a space to write out what I am going through in my mind. I know I may not be correct, but I had to get it out there. I wish my brother was here and I wasn't.
Sending you all love and best wishes, thank you for reading and allowing me a safe place to type it out. Its priceless to have someone to listen.
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
― Ernest Hemingway
My therapist asked me for the pillow and I asked why and he said because he wants to be able to see me. I don't want to be seen. Why would he want to see me? He will just hate or be disgusted by what he sees.
I dissociate a lot, before and after my brother died. We had worked on it through therapy and were making progress but I feel like I have slid back so far no one can reach me. I feel so detached.
My father says that I am selfish to be caught up with such human qualities such as grief, seeing as the person I am grieving is dead, it is just for me. My father says that it is weakness and that I need to just move on with life because it is useless to think about my brother, he is already dead.
My question is; Is grieving selfish? Should I focus more on living a life that has changed forever, changed without my wanting it to change. I had to Identify his body after the accident and I have nightmares of it, even in my dreams I can not stop myself from being selfish. If my Father is correct. I feel a sense of despair and so very lonely. I really don't want to be selfish.
I had PTSD before my brother died. Now it just seems unbearable. I feel like escaping/Dissociating is the only way I can make it through this.
If I had been honest with my therapist and not hid, I would have told him that I feel guilty about being alive when my brother who was so full of life is dead. I was planning on suicide before he passed and my partner took me into the hospital for help. They helped me get the actual diagnosis of PTSD and calmed me down. Than my partner received the phone call that my brother passed away. They were willing to admit me but they understood I needed to be there for my family so they discharged me.
My father claims me being in the hospital is linked to my brother death. I am confused. Somehow if I were to think like him I would agree, If I had committed suicide instead of reaching out for help than my brother wouldn't have been racing that weekend and he would still be alive and I would be buried on the hillside in his place. Life is cruel, it needed to be satisfied. But who said it had to be him? why couldn't it have been me, when I was so actively planning for it anyways.
If I am made to listen to one more thing my father or mother has to say, Than I can promise I will dissociate. But I feel bad because I have been working all year on getting better at being present and willing to sit with my emotions. But when my own family won't admit to having feelings I feel there is no way to be present with these intense emotions all on my own. So I dissociate.
I actually am slightly proud of myself because instead of shutting down and ignoring my intense feelings of guilt, I typed it out here and acknowledged it. I may not of done it in therapy, but at least I am letting it out here. Please be kind to me, I feel very fragile and I just needed a space to write out what I am going through in my mind. I know I may not be correct, but I had to get it out there. I wish my brother was here and I wasn't.
Sending you all love and best wishes, thank you for reading and allowing me a safe place to type it out. Its priceless to have someone to listen.
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
― Ernest Hemingway