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Lucycat
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Yes Bin, it is very sad. But the great thing is that now I know. Not just that I have a reason for my behaviour, for my sometimes odd reactions, for the fact that I struggle with sex, but also the diagnosis of CTSD gives me something to work with and a sense that I can move forward with this. I don't have to stay stuck forever. I know that it is real hard work and there are ups and downs. There will be times when I just want to give up, but I have always been the sort of person to tackle a challenge head on.
After living in denial for so many years, I now have a good support network. One that I would never have believed existed a year ago.
Back at the beginning of the year, one of my discussions with my T. led me to share with him, that in my dreams I had always been able to fly. If the going got tough up I went out of the situation. He said this was classic PTSD behaviour. Since starting therapy I had been 'grounded', in that I had lost the ability to fly any more. He said that now I am safe and don't need to fly. However last night, it came back - but with a difference. For the first time ever I was flying with somebody each side of me. I was not alone up there any more. I was strangely comforting. Not an escape route, but more of a sightseeing trip! My husband has always laughed at me relating my flying dreams to him, but neither of us had an inkling to its aetiology.
After living in denial for so many years, I now have a good support network. One that I would never have believed existed a year ago.
Back at the beginning of the year, one of my discussions with my T. led me to share with him, that in my dreams I had always been able to fly. If the going got tough up I went out of the situation. He said this was classic PTSD behaviour. Since starting therapy I had been 'grounded', in that I had lost the ability to fly any more. He said that now I am safe and don't need to fly. However last night, it came back - but with a difference. For the first time ever I was flying with somebody each side of me. I was not alone up there any more. I was strangely comforting. Not an escape route, but more of a sightseeing trip! My husband has always laughed at me relating my flying dreams to him, but neither of us had an inkling to its aetiology.