A huge flashback hit me tonight. I haven't been showing any trauma-esq issues since mid November of last year. None. Until tonight. I won't get into the whole thing but I had issues in the kitchen - I would pass out. I didn't know why but I would dead faint if I went into a kitchen. Since I stopped triggering the kitchen has been my favourite place. Until tonight.
I was in the kitchen tonight and all of the sudden this tremendous rage struck me. 2 other people were in the kitchen (a man and his grown son) along with myself. The man and I were both cooking. Son comes up, and BAM. I fly into this crazy anger - I snapped at the son. Snapped, to me means that I used a sharp tone with him. He so didn't deserve it but I SO felt it and it kept escalating. I left the kitchen as soon as I could.
I sat to eat my dinner and all of the sudden I am dissociating. What the hell? Then the flashback - although I would call it more of a flashmovie. I am back 8 years ago in that kitchen. I am cutting lettuce and my stepson is arguing with me. He starts acting out and I correct him. He freaks and tells his father I went at him with a knife. Jesus, I can't even type this.....please hold.....
Something happened to me at that time, you see. I didn't know my background at that time - not until 4 years later would I know my history a child. I was the hunted. Now I was being accused to being the hunter. It's about killing a child. The kitchen is about killing a child = full circle. OMG. Please forgive the confusion that must be in this post. I need to process....
I was in the kitchen tonight and all of the sudden this tremendous rage struck me. 2 other people were in the kitchen (a man and his grown son) along with myself. The man and I were both cooking. Son comes up, and BAM. I fly into this crazy anger - I snapped at the son. Snapped, to me means that I used a sharp tone with him. He so didn't deserve it but I SO felt it and it kept escalating. I left the kitchen as soon as I could.
I sat to eat my dinner and all of the sudden I am dissociating. What the hell? Then the flashback - although I would call it more of a flashmovie. I am back 8 years ago in that kitchen. I am cutting lettuce and my stepson is arguing with me. He starts acting out and I correct him. He freaks and tells his father I went at him with a knife. Jesus, I can't even type this.....please hold.....
Something happened to me at that time, you see. I didn't know my background at that time - not until 4 years later would I know my history a child. I was the hunted. Now I was being accused to being the hunter. It's about killing a child. The kitchen is about killing a child = full circle. OMG. Please forgive the confusion that must be in this post. I need to process....