When I was hurt I forgot it for a very long time and remembered a couple of years ago.
I am a semi-functional working alcoholic with a crumbling relationship (I've really contemplated killing myself instead of hurting her more, the really fun part is that my suicide would rip her to pieces because I finally tricked her into loving me), suicidal thoughts, self harming tendencies (including not eating all day and cutting), violent tendencies (when younger breaking my fist on a wall because I was dared to punch it, more current scarring doors with my fists, breaking doors with my head, fist), the daily desire to scream randomly and I really think I just remembered more about what happened to me.
So I'm kind of out of my gourd right now.
I remember NOT getting in a car with those who hurt me, 7 blocks down that same street as the high school of the town. Now I realize that is a false memory, big time, when my partner asked me basic questions about why I didn't get into that car I lost my mind and thus something is up. Also I remembered more then too.
In an unrelated matter I remember when I was young wandering in desperation around that high school looking for a bathroom. I tried to open every door I could find, pounded on windows and tears were running down my face the entire time. And I really really needed to find a bathroom.
Then I remember crapping my pants, waiting around and getting on a bus home filled with horror, shame, and pain, the entire time. Ostensibly that shame was about me crapping my pants.
Looking back, I wasn't allowed home (in the country far away from other folk) alone until I was eleven and demonstrated skills (locking the door, calling help, all that fun stuff) that my parents wanted me to have. The place I remember the bus being, that side of the building, no one being around at all....there is no way that is real. The same way there is no way that my memories are real about NOT getting in that car with a friend that couldn't have existed.
I am really losing my mind right now.
I'm trying to process all of this, and like the memory of the red car I've always remembered a version of this. It's just that when I put it all together, I'm left......wounded and dumbfounded.
Please read my introduction post if this makes no dang sense to you.
That was a new poison I had to get out, it caught me unawares and I'm trying really hard to abstain from drinking half a bottle of vodka straight and/or cut.
Thank you for your time.
I am a semi-functional working alcoholic with a crumbling relationship (I've really contemplated killing myself instead of hurting her more, the really fun part is that my suicide would rip her to pieces because I finally tricked her into loving me), suicidal thoughts, self harming tendencies (including not eating all day and cutting), violent tendencies (when younger breaking my fist on a wall because I was dared to punch it, more current scarring doors with my fists, breaking doors with my head, fist), the daily desire to scream randomly and I really think I just remembered more about what happened to me.
So I'm kind of out of my gourd right now.
I remember NOT getting in a car with those who hurt me, 7 blocks down that same street as the high school of the town. Now I realize that is a false memory, big time, when my partner asked me basic questions about why I didn't get into that car I lost my mind and thus something is up. Also I remembered more then too.
In an unrelated matter I remember when I was young wandering in desperation around that high school looking for a bathroom. I tried to open every door I could find, pounded on windows and tears were running down my face the entire time. And I really really needed to find a bathroom.
Then I remember crapping my pants, waiting around and getting on a bus home filled with horror, shame, and pain, the entire time. Ostensibly that shame was about me crapping my pants.
Looking back, I wasn't allowed home (in the country far away from other folk) alone until I was eleven and demonstrated skills (locking the door, calling help, all that fun stuff) that my parents wanted me to have. The place I remember the bus being, that side of the building, no one being around at all....there is no way that is real. The same way there is no way that my memories are real about NOT getting in that car with a friend that couldn't have existed.
I am really losing my mind right now.
I'm trying to process all of this, and like the memory of the red car I've always remembered a version of this. It's just that when I put it all together, I'm left......wounded and dumbfounded.
Please read my introduction post if this makes no dang sense to you.
That was a new poison I had to get out, it caught me unawares and I'm trying really hard to abstain from drinking half a bottle of vodka straight and/or cut.
Thank you for your time.