Kas_Can_Fly
Diamond Member
I have NO IDEA where to put this - in my head or on the forum. It's about a discussion I had with a relative yesterday, but the side effect of it was a horrible flashback, dissociation and seizure (possibly dissociative - need to go to GP for tests) for which I ended up in hospital.
When I cut ties with my paternal family, it was because the abuse they knew about they normalised and accepted as being ok, as long as my father was ok and I shut up. After that the more I struggled not only with my symptoms, but also watching a perpetual cycle of abuse happening latching on to other loved ones serving as constant triggers. I made one rule with myself: If someone doesn't believe me that's ok, but I want nothing to do with them.
And yet my maternal grandmother, the longest of my abusers (but not the worst - narcissistic and occasionally physically abusive), somehow manages to violate that rule completely and yet I can't escape. In fact I don't even know if violating the rule is even close.
She laughed. At many things. The three that hurt the most were when I said that I hated myself, that doesn't she remember when I was in hospital - I had a miscarriage and when I said I was held down and they took it in turns. I don't know what could possibly be funny about any of those things, but she really did laugh. When she laughed about me hating myself, she said, why do I hate myself? To which I replied in desperation and distress and not knowing how to respond, "Have you ever been raped, can you possibly understand what that can make you feel?" - I realise now that this was a question she couldn't (and wouldn't) answer, but she laughed and told me she would never let anyone do such a thing.
After the last straw (that it was funny they held me down and took it in turns), I already knew I was way past gone. I'd been dissociated since before I left home to come and despite that I was still aware of a rapid pounding somewhere far away when I first arrived at her home. I had a flashback in front of her and my mum (I have always tried to keep them hidden, for me as much as anyone else), apparently I was gagging and choking and my arms were jerking around. My eyes rolled back in their sockets and my eyelids fluttered rapidly. I came to be aware of my environment a few times before being able to stop the memory enough to hear my mum desperately trying to ground me and my nan asking me to stop being hysterical so I could book her plane ticket and her and my mum could keep talking.
Mum helped me get to the car, I was so wobbly I could barely stand. I remember the anxiety I was feeling and feeling distant and out of myself, I remember her sitting me down and my gaze being fixed on a leaf and then a caterpillar and outside my Nan was insisting "it doesn't matter, she's lying. I'm certain it's all lies". I remember losing the tiny bit of awareness I had and nothing until my mum had driven half the way home - at which point my eyes were moving involuntarily, yet were apparently rolled back and my eyelids were rapidly fluttering, I felt dizzy and could see flashing lights and I still felt very dissociated.
My mum took me home and gave me lorazepam and then later, still unable to see or stop the fluttering of my eyes she took me to the hospital. I couldn't even tell if they were open or closed or where my eyebrows were. it felt like I was having REM whilst awake, my mum put frozen peas on my eyes because they were swollen (and have since bruised badly).
Yet I will still have to see and interact with my Nan, it's unavoidable. Why does my rule not apply to her? I don't even know how to respond or what to feel in response to her words, I'm sure I must feel angry, upset and hurt, but I can't and I don't know how to resolve this. I'm so confused.
Sorry for the long rant, I'm looking for anything: Similar situations, similar seizures, similar victim blaming, sympathy, something else or just to know that someone's read it (if you have: Here take this medal!).
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When I cut ties with my paternal family, it was because the abuse they knew about they normalised and accepted as being ok, as long as my father was ok and I shut up. After that the more I struggled not only with my symptoms, but also watching a perpetual cycle of abuse happening latching on to other loved ones serving as constant triggers. I made one rule with myself: If someone doesn't believe me that's ok, but I want nothing to do with them.
And yet my maternal grandmother, the longest of my abusers (but not the worst - narcissistic and occasionally physically abusive), somehow manages to violate that rule completely and yet I can't escape. In fact I don't even know if violating the rule is even close.
She laughed. At many things. The three that hurt the most were when I said that I hated myself, that doesn't she remember when I was in hospital - I had a miscarriage and when I said I was held down and they took it in turns. I don't know what could possibly be funny about any of those things, but she really did laugh. When she laughed about me hating myself, she said, why do I hate myself? To which I replied in desperation and distress and not knowing how to respond, "Have you ever been raped, can you possibly understand what that can make you feel?" - I realise now that this was a question she couldn't (and wouldn't) answer, but she laughed and told me she would never let anyone do such a thing.
After the last straw (that it was funny they held me down and took it in turns), I already knew I was way past gone. I'd been dissociated since before I left home to come and despite that I was still aware of a rapid pounding somewhere far away when I first arrived at her home. I had a flashback in front of her and my mum (I have always tried to keep them hidden, for me as much as anyone else), apparently I was gagging and choking and my arms were jerking around. My eyes rolled back in their sockets and my eyelids fluttered rapidly. I came to be aware of my environment a few times before being able to stop the memory enough to hear my mum desperately trying to ground me and my nan asking me to stop being hysterical so I could book her plane ticket and her and my mum could keep talking.
Mum helped me get to the car, I was so wobbly I could barely stand. I remember the anxiety I was feeling and feeling distant and out of myself, I remember her sitting me down and my gaze being fixed on a leaf and then a caterpillar and outside my Nan was insisting "it doesn't matter, she's lying. I'm certain it's all lies". I remember losing the tiny bit of awareness I had and nothing until my mum had driven half the way home - at which point my eyes were moving involuntarily, yet were apparently rolled back and my eyelids were rapidly fluttering, I felt dizzy and could see flashing lights and I still felt very dissociated.
My mum took me home and gave me lorazepam and then later, still unable to see or stop the fluttering of my eyes she took me to the hospital. I couldn't even tell if they were open or closed or where my eyebrows were. it felt like I was having REM whilst awake, my mum put frozen peas on my eyes because they were swollen (and have since bruised badly).
Yet I will still have to see and interact with my Nan, it's unavoidable. Why does my rule not apply to her? I don't even know how to respond or what to feel in response to her words, I'm sure I must feel angry, upset and hurt, but I can't and I don't know how to resolve this. I'm so confused.
Sorry for the long rant, I'm looking for anything: Similar situations, similar seizures, similar victim blaming, sympathy, something else or just to know that someone's read it (if you have: Here take this medal!).
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