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Sideways
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So I'm totally craptastic at emotions. Feeling them, recognising them, regulating them, figuring out which word on the colour wheel of emotions I'm feeling at any given point. I spend the bulk of my time in the very comfortable (but therapeutically useless) state of Numb.
I'm in hospital, working on big stuff like acceptance and self and all the usual jazz. And my pdoc says to me "What would it mean if it was 'Abuse'?"
And I did the "Flop" response! I totally nailed it!
Fear: learned about that however many dozens of times over. Fight, flight, freeze, and then the uber-primal opiod-fuelled play dead thing, 'Flop'.
Haha! This is awesome! Okay, fairly unhelpful when you're in the middle of a therapy session trying to have a productive conversation. But I nailed it! Body went completely limp, couldn't feel anything, couldn't move, couldn't speak, stopped breathing, couldn't process the noise in the room because I was barely even registering that there was noise (that would be my pdoc talking, like, throwing words at me in long sentences, good luck with that!). Mind totally blank, like the next ice-age just hit. Could. Not. Think.
Then after a bit, when it started to pass, and I was like, "What was that??", my pdoc starts gently suggesting that maybe it was Fear, and I'm totally on a high now.
This is me, starting to do the whole "Hello Emotions" thing. It's only taken 8 years of therapy to get to the most basic Emotional Preschool level. But I'm all over it! Fear - hurrah! Go you good thing!
I'm in hospital, working on big stuff like acceptance and self and all the usual jazz. And my pdoc says to me "What would it mean if it was 'Abuse'?"
And I did the "Flop" response! I totally nailed it!
Fear: learned about that however many dozens of times over. Fight, flight, freeze, and then the uber-primal opiod-fuelled play dead thing, 'Flop'.
Haha! This is awesome! Okay, fairly unhelpful when you're in the middle of a therapy session trying to have a productive conversation. But I nailed it! Body went completely limp, couldn't feel anything, couldn't move, couldn't speak, stopped breathing, couldn't process the noise in the room because I was barely even registering that there was noise (that would be my pdoc talking, like, throwing words at me in long sentences, good luck with that!). Mind totally blank, like the next ice-age just hit. Could. Not. Think.
Then after a bit, when it started to pass, and I was like, "What was that??", my pdoc starts gently suggesting that maybe it was Fear, and I'm totally on a high now.
This is me, starting to do the whole "Hello Emotions" thing. It's only taken 8 years of therapy to get to the most basic Emotional Preschool level. But I'm all over it! Fear - hurrah! Go you good thing!