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Sideways
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My T's choice word is "psychopath". Uses it as often as he can. He's got a better memory for timelines than me, and he reckons it took nearly 2 years before he could say that word and know I'd stay in my seat, because it made me so angry I'd get up and pace around and distract myself fiddling with things. I still quietly fume when he says it, but I can at least let him say it now.
Saying things out loud, the memories, is so painful that it feels like after all that work you should at least get rewarded with things sliding into place, being real, being more "yeah, actually that was really horrific". But it takes time, and repetition, and hearing the words coming out of your mouth and then being reflected back to you. Like, "Do you realise you just told me...?"
That process, I think, is as much combatting 'not' saying the words as anything. It's all spent so long being silent in the depths of your mind. Saying it is like forcing it out into the front of your head where you can process it, and forcing the reality to come out of your head and into the real world where it gradually gets harder to deny.
Lot of hard work, but you're doing so great. You really are.
Saying things out loud, the memories, is so painful that it feels like after all that work you should at least get rewarded with things sliding into place, being real, being more "yeah, actually that was really horrific". But it takes time, and repetition, and hearing the words coming out of your mouth and then being reflected back to you. Like, "Do you realise you just told me...?"
That process, I think, is as much combatting 'not' saying the words as anything. It's all spent so long being silent in the depths of your mind. Saying it is like forcing it out into the front of your head where you can process it, and forcing the reality to come out of your head and into the real world where it gradually gets harder to deny.
Lot of hard work, but you're doing so great. You really are.