Cactus Bloom
Silver Member
Hi. I’m brand new here. It’s extremely interesting how much my heart feels like it’s going to explode by just reading some things on here. I just need someone to hear me so bad. You don’t have to respond to anything but I just need to get it out if that’s okay. It wasn’t my fault I was born with a super sensitive temperament. I don’t know why I hated myself so much and never felt I deserved to exist. Nobody told me that. With my own research to figure out what is wrong with me, I know logically why everything is the way it is. Religion traumatized me growing up. I wanted to be perfect so my parents and god would love me. I became anorexic when I was a child because I didn’t want men to look at me as a sex object like my dad did with the women on tv. I’ve learned that the “lack of” can be just as abusive as the more talked about childhood traumas. There are many protective parts of my being that hold different traumas that I’ve been given little peaks here and there. Anything to do with the word god, spiritual, higher self, even seeing any church is something that gives me emotional flashbacks. I was raped at a local athletic club my dad owned and where I worked at and also where my excessive exercising began. So many horrible things happened there. The rape was when I was certain was when the dissociation began but didn’t know I actually had have many “personality” changes previously but it was like night and day how different I was after the rape. I was “high functioning” as to the fact I worked hard and kept a job and was very strong and independent and absolutely had no fear of anything. I’v been on disability for 7 years and it is what it is. There isn’t therapists in my area that know what to do to help me. They have actually done more harm than good so no more.
Here’s the deal. How am I expected to meditate when I’m being told to feel my fingers so I’m present in my body? They aren’t my fingers and this isn’t my body so no! Don’t tell me to feel something if I don’t exist in the first place. Those protective parts aren’t screwing around when they are feeling threatened. You know how many times one of them has tried to kill me for “being aware of my body”?
No, I’m definitely fine not believing in a god from religion. The problem is with anything to do with any kind of “spiritual” thing as simple as thinking us humans are all connected. Logically I can try to grasp that but, no. I can’t. When I’m so disconnected from myself and my family members how am I supposed to grasp the concept of all of us being connected? It’s only me and my two kitties. That’s it. No humans allowed. Eat healthy because it helps mood and depression and overall well-being. Little Ms. Eating Disorders will take care of that. Good luck with that one. My favorite is exercise. Being raped in a gym and so much trauma wrapped into that and abuse and exercise. Let’s see. Oh yeah. Writing in journals. That was something the church really stressed on doing and I’m so glad I did write in journals growing up because I know the good and the bad and why I felt the way I did. Can I force myself to write in a journal today? Nope. Maybe next month or next year or never. How do I know what or who I’ll be from one moment to the next? I don’t. That’s one thing that no doctor, psychiatrist, therapists, and no test will ever get is that no, I literally am not the same nor the same person at any given point in time. I’m sorry. I have no one and no one hears me and never has.
Here’s the deal. How am I expected to meditate when I’m being told to feel my fingers so I’m present in my body? They aren’t my fingers and this isn’t my body so no! Don’t tell me to feel something if I don’t exist in the first place. Those protective parts aren’t screwing around when they are feeling threatened. You know how many times one of them has tried to kill me for “being aware of my body”?
No, I’m definitely fine not believing in a god from religion. The problem is with anything to do with any kind of “spiritual” thing as simple as thinking us humans are all connected. Logically I can try to grasp that but, no. I can’t. When I’m so disconnected from myself and my family members how am I supposed to grasp the concept of all of us being connected? It’s only me and my two kitties. That’s it. No humans allowed. Eat healthy because it helps mood and depression and overall well-being. Little Ms. Eating Disorders will take care of that. Good luck with that one. My favorite is exercise. Being raped in a gym and so much trauma wrapped into that and abuse and exercise. Let’s see. Oh yeah. Writing in journals. That was something the church really stressed on doing and I’m so glad I did write in journals growing up because I know the good and the bad and why I felt the way I did. Can I force myself to write in a journal today? Nope. Maybe next month or next year or never. How do I know what or who I’ll be from one moment to the next? I don’t. That’s one thing that no doctor, psychiatrist, therapists, and no test will ever get is that no, I literally am not the same nor the same person at any given point in time. I’m sorry. I have no one and no one hears me and never has.