Hi Everyone,
I've been coming here on and off to read around. Today I realised that I do this at times when I felt I want some support from somewhere others understand, but didn't quite feel brave or deserving enough somehow to sign up. When I signed up I wanted to pick a name that felt safe as I find the effects of abuse has caused me to feel so unsafe in the world. So, for anyone who's seen Finding Nemo, I picked the character Dory from there because she is so dippy and makes me smile because she reminds me of myself sometimes! :)
I've suffered the effects of PTSD for a long time due to my childhood and multiple trauma's, but it basically all began with my family and all forms of abuse that I went through there. I always knew I was sexually abused when I was very young. But the memories are dissociated and fragmented and I never knew who. My memory of my earlier years wasn't much better. At times I thought myself crazy for that.
For the sake of transparency, I am a member of the ptsdforum, although I have not been active for quite some time now due to having a break down over two years ago now. The odd thing about the break down is that I find there is a strange feeling that the person I was before the break down is a distant memory? So much of me was not me. So much of me was being driven by the effects of my past. It's a sad feeling.
The break down was triggered by years of denial and then bits of information leaking out from my mum that turned my world upside down. Basically through my mother I learned that I was born into and raised around a bunch of lies. My life and understanding of it was designed around these lies. Lies which were there to keep serious family secrets, which ultimately gave me the message that it is completely and utterly impossible that I could have ever been sexually abused at all, ever; and most certainly not by anyone within the family. That would bring up the secrets before me. And secrets must not come out. Unless I want to be murdered, of course. So, if there was anything that said otherwise it was simply unthinkable and not to be considered to be true. It's too complicated and convoluted to go into right now, and I'm still struggling to come to terms with and make sense of a lot of it. In some ways, it's much bigger than the early childhood sexual abuse. In other ways, it's all about and around that. It's still frightening and painful to go against my family by talking to anyone, and to consider that it is not me who is crazy and that I have these memories because they happened. It is like I can only have the truth in complete secrecy. When it comes to speaking, in therapy or here today... I feel frightened and like I'm doing something unforgivably and life threateningly wrong. I'm saying things I'm not allowed to think let alone say. Selfishly, I'm hoping somebody here can understand this... and I'm hoping that I can speak here and not run away just because I feel I shouldn't be talking. That is them controlling me and that is what I am trying to overcome.
I now understand much more and I am committed to looking after myself and overcoming the years and years of being controlled, abused, raised and kept in silence, confusion, and denial. Because it has taken me two years since then to get back to feeling sane and able to function and I don't want to ever let my family's brainwashing take me into that state again. This is my life, my mind, my body, my past, my present and my future and it belongs to me. I am in the process of finding what is mine and reclaiming it as mine, and finding what is theirs and leaving that with them, and moving on and making a life for me. I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that. But I feel very small sometimes and would like a place that I can trust to be supportive, where I can hopefully be of some use to others too.
The odd positive about this is that my PTSD symptoms are now much better than they were in the years that eventually lead to my break down. I think that is because I am now dealing with the core issues which I had avoided because I didn't understand what was going on for so long. It is like although I don't want to believe some things, I can't deny that for the first time in my life at least some things are beginning to make sense.
I hope this isn't too long...
Thanks
DippyDory!
I've been coming here on and off to read around. Today I realised that I do this at times when I felt I want some support from somewhere others understand, but didn't quite feel brave or deserving enough somehow to sign up. When I signed up I wanted to pick a name that felt safe as I find the effects of abuse has caused me to feel so unsafe in the world. So, for anyone who's seen Finding Nemo, I picked the character Dory from there because she is so dippy and makes me smile because she reminds me of myself sometimes! :)
I've suffered the effects of PTSD for a long time due to my childhood and multiple trauma's, but it basically all began with my family and all forms of abuse that I went through there. I always knew I was sexually abused when I was very young. But the memories are dissociated and fragmented and I never knew who. My memory of my earlier years wasn't much better. At times I thought myself crazy for that.
For the sake of transparency, I am a member of the ptsdforum, although I have not been active for quite some time now due to having a break down over two years ago now. The odd thing about the break down is that I find there is a strange feeling that the person I was before the break down is a distant memory? So much of me was not me. So much of me was being driven by the effects of my past. It's a sad feeling.
The break down was triggered by years of denial and then bits of information leaking out from my mum that turned my world upside down. Basically through my mother I learned that I was born into and raised around a bunch of lies. My life and understanding of it was designed around these lies. Lies which were there to keep serious family secrets, which ultimately gave me the message that it is completely and utterly impossible that I could have ever been sexually abused at all, ever; and most certainly not by anyone within the family. That would bring up the secrets before me. And secrets must not come out. Unless I want to be murdered, of course. So, if there was anything that said otherwise it was simply unthinkable and not to be considered to be true. It's too complicated and convoluted to go into right now, and I'm still struggling to come to terms with and make sense of a lot of it. In some ways, it's much bigger than the early childhood sexual abuse. In other ways, it's all about and around that. It's still frightening and painful to go against my family by talking to anyone, and to consider that it is not me who is crazy and that I have these memories because they happened. It is like I can only have the truth in complete secrecy. When it comes to speaking, in therapy or here today... I feel frightened and like I'm doing something unforgivably and life threateningly wrong. I'm saying things I'm not allowed to think let alone say. Selfishly, I'm hoping somebody here can understand this... and I'm hoping that I can speak here and not run away just because I feel I shouldn't be talking. That is them controlling me and that is what I am trying to overcome.
I now understand much more and I am committed to looking after myself and overcoming the years and years of being controlled, abused, raised and kept in silence, confusion, and denial. Because it has taken me two years since then to get back to feeling sane and able to function and I don't want to ever let my family's brainwashing take me into that state again. This is my life, my mind, my body, my past, my present and my future and it belongs to me. I am in the process of finding what is mine and reclaiming it as mine, and finding what is theirs and leaving that with them, and moving on and making a life for me. I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that. But I feel very small sometimes and would like a place that I can trust to be supportive, where I can hopefully be of some use to others too.
The odd positive about this is that my PTSD symptoms are now much better than they were in the years that eventually lead to my break down. I think that is because I am now dealing with the core issues which I had avoided because I didn't understand what was going on for so long. It is like although I don't want to believe some things, I can't deny that for the first time in my life at least some things are beginning to make sense.
I hope this isn't too long...
Thanks
DippyDory!