Sweet Girl
New Here
I am 45 years old and a sufferer of cPTSD for as long as I can remember. I was first sexually abused at the age of 6 and suffered chronic abuse until the age of 14, with a string of bad relationships following.
I was officially diagnosed when I was 20 years old when I started counseling after the birth of my daughter. I went through extensive 1:1 and group counseling for several years. For the past 25 years, I've had the typical recurring symptoms such as anxiety and panic attacks, sadness and anger episodes but all have been controllable with the techniques I've learned.
However, I am in a situation at work in which a person in a very powerful position (we are both married) has been aggressively pursuing me for an affair. This has been a major trigger that I've had to live with for the past three years. In March of this year, I gave in one night and have been experiencing the worst flashback of my life ever since.
I am currently back in therapy but never thought I would be back in this place after so much work over the years. Little did I know I had a lingering hidden memory. I've really had to get back in touch with my 11 year old inner child. The following is a devotional piece out of Maureen Brady, "Daybreak Meditations For Women Survivors of Sexual Abuse" 1991, Hazeldon. This piece reminded me about the journey and the importance of the journey I am once again embarking as so many more people are and have done the same.
'I see the light within me; it illuminates my struggle with the darkness'
"Many of us who have been abused are literally afraid of the dark, unable to sleep without a light on, fearful of entering a dark car or walking down a street at night. We've been primed in those fears by very real incidents that robbed us of our confidence. But our fears may also be compounded by the darkness we feel inside us-the despair and hopelessness we experienced in our victimization.
To heal, I must enter my own darkness. It may feel excruciating to return to my past preserved in a dark well in my body. To go down deep as if into a dungeon, removing layers of protection that have shrouded me. To see there at the bottom of the well that I am not a bad seed. I am wounded, I am enraged, I am needy, and still I can love that naked person I am seeing. And with love I can birth that child into light.
Just as the days grow longer after the solstice, the light in me will grow more radiant and illuminate a perspective that shows me where I've been and where I'm going."
I was officially diagnosed when I was 20 years old when I started counseling after the birth of my daughter. I went through extensive 1:1 and group counseling for several years. For the past 25 years, I've had the typical recurring symptoms such as anxiety and panic attacks, sadness and anger episodes but all have been controllable with the techniques I've learned.
However, I am in a situation at work in which a person in a very powerful position (we are both married) has been aggressively pursuing me for an affair. This has been a major trigger that I've had to live with for the past three years. In March of this year, I gave in one night and have been experiencing the worst flashback of my life ever since.
I am currently back in therapy but never thought I would be back in this place after so much work over the years. Little did I know I had a lingering hidden memory. I've really had to get back in touch with my 11 year old inner child. The following is a devotional piece out of Maureen Brady, "Daybreak Meditations For Women Survivors of Sexual Abuse" 1991, Hazeldon. This piece reminded me about the journey and the importance of the journey I am once again embarking as so many more people are and have done the same.
'I see the light within me; it illuminates my struggle with the darkness'
"Many of us who have been abused are literally afraid of the dark, unable to sleep without a light on, fearful of entering a dark car or walking down a street at night. We've been primed in those fears by very real incidents that robbed us of our confidence. But our fears may also be compounded by the darkness we feel inside us-the despair and hopelessness we experienced in our victimization.
To heal, I must enter my own darkness. It may feel excruciating to return to my past preserved in a dark well in my body. To go down deep as if into a dungeon, removing layers of protection that have shrouded me. To see there at the bottom of the well that I am not a bad seed. I am wounded, I am enraged, I am needy, and still I can love that naked person I am seeing. And with love I can birth that child into light.
Just as the days grow longer after the solstice, the light in me will grow more radiant and illuminate a perspective that shows me where I've been and where I'm going."