I hope your group went well @recoveringfromptsd . You see, that's something I could not do.
One thing I have found, is that when it seems intractable there's some reasons yet unknown at play. For a small example, I cannot visualize a 'safe' place; I would think that'd be a question of safety, until I realized I can't visualize much in general.
I had/ have a prevailing sense of terror and horror. But not specific to people; I don't see myself a victim-in-the-making. Just the impending feeling the terror and following horror is split-second imminent and occuring.
Sounds silly but I'm going to write it anyway: my (large breed- German Shepherd) dog was a severely abused shut down rescue, afraid to eat, 'do her business' and come when she was called. She was non-responsive, we were told she would hide everywhere, could easily scale 6 foot fences (she can), would run away, and had to be crated and 'tethered' (tied to us). She cannot stand containment.
The first 2 days we hand fed her and added fresh steak and salmon to her dinner. We tethered her for one hour, then gave her the run of the house. We put her in a crate and I went down, put in laundry, came up and she was sitting beside it (wagging)- she had squeezed through the steel door with 3 locks (we would call her Houdini). I would take her outside to the same place and say "Thank you!" sweetly and happily when she would 'go', and give her a little hug and lift 2 of her feet off the ground; for 2 weeks she wouldn't 'go' with anyone else. We would call her with phrases without the word come. My sister took her everywhere, in the car, groceries, long long walks because she loved them- that was key- adding fun from the start= relax. Time, fun, training, consistency, gentleness.
It took one year before she barked. In time she became more confident than almost any dog you see, and is a Cuddle Bug who goes absolutely everywhere. She still wants to run 'out' in to T-storms, however, and during the sound of wind.
The point being, we didn't fight her terror, we added what she loved, and occupied her attention doing that. We didn't use their methods. Her sister, who was in much better shape, did well but not as well as she is doing.
Hugs to you. It's hard to keep trying and remember the light at the end of the tunnel isn't another train. Keep trying. :hug:
One thing I have found, is that when it seems intractable there's some reasons yet unknown at play. For a small example, I cannot visualize a 'safe' place; I would think that'd be a question of safety, until I realized I can't visualize much in general.
I had/ have a prevailing sense of terror and horror. But not specific to people; I don't see myself a victim-in-the-making. Just the impending feeling the terror and following horror is split-second imminent and occuring.
Sounds silly but I'm going to write it anyway: my (large breed- German Shepherd) dog was a severely abused shut down rescue, afraid to eat, 'do her business' and come when she was called. She was non-responsive, we were told she would hide everywhere, could easily scale 6 foot fences (she can), would run away, and had to be crated and 'tethered' (tied to us). She cannot stand containment.
The first 2 days we hand fed her and added fresh steak and salmon to her dinner. We tethered her for one hour, then gave her the run of the house. We put her in a crate and I went down, put in laundry, came up and she was sitting beside it (wagging)- she had squeezed through the steel door with 3 locks (we would call her Houdini). I would take her outside to the same place and say "Thank you!" sweetly and happily when she would 'go', and give her a little hug and lift 2 of her feet off the ground; for 2 weeks she wouldn't 'go' with anyone else. We would call her with phrases without the word come. My sister took her everywhere, in the car, groceries, long long walks because she loved them- that was key- adding fun from the start= relax. Time, fun, training, consistency, gentleness.
It took one year before she barked. In time she became more confident than almost any dog you see, and is a Cuddle Bug who goes absolutely everywhere. She still wants to run 'out' in to T-storms, however, and during the sound of wind.
The point being, we didn't fight her terror, we added what she loved, and occupied her attention doing that. We didn't use their methods. Her sister, who was in much better shape, did well but not as well as she is doing.
Hugs to you. It's hard to keep trying and remember the light at the end of the tunnel isn't another train. Keep trying. :hug: