I relate to these.
, I went from ZERO emotions
I think I had one emotion: self hate, which was anger, but highly focused. I think all the other emotions , particularly the negative ones, got funneled into that one. And I think I pretended the positive emotions. Maybe they would arise but I would snuff them and sometimes pretend to have them to be socially passing. I would transform the authentic into the artificial because the authentic was too dangerous as it was out of my control.
the same way a child must learn to understand their emotions in context with broader society.
I felt like I was a child developing in an adult’s body and some of the emotions were so tiny I didn’t realize they were emotions. I think what we call emotions are a blend of these smaller ones related to awareness and agency— that’s how I experienced it.
A baby might have emotions but without the language and self-awareness from their perspective there is no experience. (Although strangely the infant experience can be retroactively mapped, if necessary, after language and agency develops, I found.). And if that language and self-awareness around emotions never develops then people become servants or subjects of their emotions, and by extension other people, who SEEM to be the cause of all their inner turmoil. Well that was my experience, at least.
And when the emotions remain king driver of all experiences without any voice or awareness life becomes exhausting, terrifying, confusing, depressing.
So having no emotions is a way to stop the exhaustion, terror, confusion, depression, at least temporarily.
My first feelings were presence (“I am choosing to be here right now.”) and self-awareness (“I have a thought and don’t have to say that thought right now.”)
The concepts of yes and no came before that.
My T tasked me with finding joy and then telling her when it happened. She didn’t say it like that. She called it bragging. Which was smart because she knew I snuffed joy and filtered it. Of course I didn’t want to brag, I wanted to tell her all the horrible things.
It was hard, but it was novel, something to break up my misery. The first time I told her about something fun ( her task was for me to leave a message on her work voicemail right after it happened) she said in session she could “hear the joy”.
My emotional development went like that. I would express and she would label. I would confirm or deny her label. When I confirmed it sometimes it was the first time I was hearing myself say, “I feel such-and-such.” She conditioned me to say uncomfortable instead of painful or hate.
Observing emotions was mostly used for self-judgment and self-hate, but also sadness sometimes because it led to self/judgment.
These were some of my experiences in emotional development.