hi. what i notice for me is that it’s not just in therapy that i lose access to the things i want to say. things i can articulate to myself when i’m alone, when i journal, or when i’m talking with a *safe enough* friend. it’s in therapy, for sure, but it’s also the same exact thing in any dating/ real-ationship.
when i really pay attention to what is happening there- what i realize is that i am self-abandoning in those moments.
when i know i have some very important thing to say, it’s usually about a need or desire that is not being met, or a way in which i am feeling unseen, unheard, unfelt, or not getting gotten. those are my emotional flashback triggers- and while they can happen almost anywhere, anytime- they most often happen in therapy- and with a romantic partner. probably because those are each people i need to be able to rely on to be understood, heard, seen, felt… and gotten.
but they therefore carry the most power to hurt me in that moment by failing to do so-
by failing me in exactly the same way i was failed by both/ each of my parents as a child.
my automatic fear response triggers my freeze/ fawn response and i clam up, and can’t get the words out that would leave me less isolated, and alone.
instead, i hear myself sounding uber-competent, and independent. as if i have no needs at all.
i’m so well defended that there’s no chance of anyone getting close enough to hear me, see me, feel me, or get me. and then i leave the encounter feeling as if i am ever more isolated and alone- without realizing (until later when it all comes flowing out in a journal) that i am the one who abandoned my true self.
it’s taken me nearly 50 years to understand this phenomenon.
i am now working on way to hack my own system, so i can bring my entire (vulnerable) self to a given moment with those closest to me, and be brave enough to take the risk to let them see the real me.
and even just writing that, it terrifies me. cause what if the real me is the needy, selfish monster my (narcissistic) parents seemed to see me as being.
i know i’m not. but that is my deepest fear. and it is the obstacle that (subconsciously) stops me from being real, and intimate, with those closest to me.
sigh.
wip
(work in progress)