Lately I've been wishing I did die as a child. There were lots of times I almost did. But living with the memories and intrusive thoughts now seems even harder than actually living it. I'm not saying I want to kill myself, I just want it to stop.
Basically there were times where I would experience so much pain that I zoned out and dissociated (I think at least) and it felt like I was watching it happen to me. Now as an adult I feel like it really is happening sometimes. It's like I'm paying now for evading it then. And I just can't take it much more.
I don't know whether dissociation is a learned coping mechanism. But now I often feel like I'm watching from a distance as I cut myself. The cutting generally brings me back to reality and helps ground. I feel like I don't even have any control over cutting. I mean I am pretty much an insomniac. I wake from a nightmare, dissociated oftentimes, and self-harming.
I'm just so ashamed of it all. Ashamed that I went through it, that I 'survived' it (I hate that word 'survived'), and that it's still consuming me to this extent.
I don't want to cut. I made a promise to myself that there would be no more deliberate self-harm. But how do I even explain this to my T? I feel crazy as it is. And I hate when she mentions that she thinks I maybe dissociate. This is without me even telling her any of this. I'm so afraid of opening up to her in case it happens when I'm there. I'm a really self-conscious person and afraid that this would push me further with shame if she saw how I really react sometimes.
Basically there were times where I would experience so much pain that I zoned out and dissociated (I think at least) and it felt like I was watching it happen to me. Now as an adult I feel like it really is happening sometimes. It's like I'm paying now for evading it then. And I just can't take it much more.
I don't know whether dissociation is a learned coping mechanism. But now I often feel like I'm watching from a distance as I cut myself. The cutting generally brings me back to reality and helps ground. I feel like I don't even have any control over cutting. I mean I am pretty much an insomniac. I wake from a nightmare, dissociated oftentimes, and self-harming.
I'm just so ashamed of it all. Ashamed that I went through it, that I 'survived' it (I hate that word 'survived'), and that it's still consuming me to this extent.
I don't want to cut. I made a promise to myself that there would be no more deliberate self-harm. But how do I even explain this to my T? I feel crazy as it is. And I hate when she mentions that she thinks I maybe dissociate. This is without me even telling her any of this. I'm so afraid of opening up to her in case it happens when I'm there. I'm a really self-conscious person and afraid that this would push me further with shame if she saw how I really react sometimes.