JEKBreatheandBelieve
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Today was my parents' 39th wedding anniversary. My husband, my sons, and I went to spend the day with them. I was pretty tired this morning, but got to take it slow getting out of bed and getting ready. Everything started off well, even the hour drive to get there wasn't too bad.
But then came lunch. My husband and I had decided that we would take them out to lunch. We all walked over and had a nice time while waiting for food. We ate and chatted and were happy. After we were done eating and waiting for the check, my dad suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "What the ...!" He the got up and ran out of the restaurant. We were seated outside near a busy road. I turned to see a pick up truck stopped and a man lying in the middle of the road. People were stopping their vehicles and getting out to help. Many were calling 911. I got my husband and my mom to take my boys into the restaurant. I was completely triggered and didn't know what to do. I knew I couldn't help take care of my boys at that moment but I also knew I didn't want them watching this scene. The man was not hit by a car, but had apparently stumbled out into the street and then fallen. Luckily the traffic was able to stop and not hit him. The ambulance came and took him away.
I felt so sick. I wanted to run to the nearest bathroom, but I also didn't want anyone to know how upset I was. So I stayed put, paid the bill, and accompanied my dad to the arcade to find the others. We played games and then went for a boat ride. I played "normal". I put on a happy face and was a bit overanxious about the boys being on the boat, but otherwise I was okay- at least on the outside.
Much later when we got home, I was exhausted. My husband said he would make dinner, I put on a show for the boys, and I went to nap. My youngest followed me though. And I was too tired to do anything about it so I let him play in my room. I am not sure what happened, but eventually he melted down and started crying. I was struggling to maintain control so that I would not switch into my angry part. I failed and did switch. Then, I got control and cried while my son was crying. I wanted to get my husband or bring my son too him, but I was too afraid of switching to the angry one again and doing something I shouldn't. I kept thinking "all I have to do is pick up my son and cuddle him", but I could not do it. Eventually my husband heard the crying and came to get my little one. I cried and hated myself and felt rage boiling within me. I hid under my covers and was pretty miserable.
About 10 minutes later, it was dinner time and my husband came to get me. I waited until I heard it being quiet downstairs and then I joined them. I was still sniffling. I put on the normal act just like earlier in the day. I went through the motions.
And now there are fireworks booming from downtown which are following the loud music from nearby. I am so triggered, but I am sitting here trying to plan lessons for the first day of school. I need to be "normal". I can't start the beginning of the school year like this. I don't know how to find that balance of acting like everything is okay and giving myself permission to take care of myself. I've spent all summer working on that and now I feel like I am already failing. If I had let my emotions out after the man fell in the street, would I have had a better day? I think the answer is yes, but I don't know how to let them out when I am around others.
But then came lunch. My husband and I had decided that we would take them out to lunch. We all walked over and had a nice time while waiting for food. We ate and chatted and were happy. After we were done eating and waiting for the check, my dad suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "What the ...!" He the got up and ran out of the restaurant. We were seated outside near a busy road. I turned to see a pick up truck stopped and a man lying in the middle of the road. People were stopping their vehicles and getting out to help. Many were calling 911. I got my husband and my mom to take my boys into the restaurant. I was completely triggered and didn't know what to do. I knew I couldn't help take care of my boys at that moment but I also knew I didn't want them watching this scene. The man was not hit by a car, but had apparently stumbled out into the street and then fallen. Luckily the traffic was able to stop and not hit him. The ambulance came and took him away.
I felt so sick. I wanted to run to the nearest bathroom, but I also didn't want anyone to know how upset I was. So I stayed put, paid the bill, and accompanied my dad to the arcade to find the others. We played games and then went for a boat ride. I played "normal". I put on a happy face and was a bit overanxious about the boys being on the boat, but otherwise I was okay- at least on the outside.
Much later when we got home, I was exhausted. My husband said he would make dinner, I put on a show for the boys, and I went to nap. My youngest followed me though. And I was too tired to do anything about it so I let him play in my room. I am not sure what happened, but eventually he melted down and started crying. I was struggling to maintain control so that I would not switch into my angry part. I failed and did switch. Then, I got control and cried while my son was crying. I wanted to get my husband or bring my son too him, but I was too afraid of switching to the angry one again and doing something I shouldn't. I kept thinking "all I have to do is pick up my son and cuddle him", but I could not do it. Eventually my husband heard the crying and came to get my little one. I cried and hated myself and felt rage boiling within me. I hid under my covers and was pretty miserable.
About 10 minutes later, it was dinner time and my husband came to get me. I waited until I heard it being quiet downstairs and then I joined them. I was still sniffling. I put on the normal act just like earlier in the day. I went through the motions.
And now there are fireworks booming from downtown which are following the loud music from nearby. I am so triggered, but I am sitting here trying to plan lessons for the first day of school. I need to be "normal". I can't start the beginning of the school year like this. I don't know how to find that balance of acting like everything is okay and giving myself permission to take care of myself. I've spent all summer working on that and now I feel like I am already failing. If I had let my emotions out after the man fell in the street, would I have had a better day? I think the answer is yes, but I don't know how to let them out when I am around others.