What were the three words, may I ask?Trust those memories. Those bits and pieces are parts of the memory. It's part of the mindf*ck of PTSD. You need those memories to recover the bigger memory that your brain wants you to find (the nightmares say its there) but is hiding from you.
I sure as hell didn't want to believe mine but when the big part surfaced about a year ago I found those memories to be 100% true. The surrounding memories were true too. Amazing but it all came loose with three words....
My body remembers so much more. My mind still blocks a lot of abuse and torment. Every night I'm reliving stuff from the past in the same or different setting. Last night I was having a nightmare and suddely feit a snakes between my legs and on my body. Whatever that means...I remember the acts, penetrative ones. Used to think and be terrified I was pregnant at the age of seven, knowing how babies were made.
Is it possible to remember such heinous, horrendous deeds and struggle to bring the perpetrator's face into focus????
Please, if anyone can relate or has any insight, please let me know!
The original injury was an accident. My best friend was the one on the other end of the stick. When I first talked with my T she said that had nothing we needed to work on. It was an accident. I was healing. I could still see out of the eye. It was injured, and about to be injured in a way the surgeon who did my keratoplasty had never seen with a blunt injury. What went on that night, days after the accident, was enough to shake the clot inside my eye loose.Not what actually injured the eye?
<cough> avoidance, much? (From the queen of avoidance)
Yes & No.Still sound avoidy @Friday?