I’m feeling very alone right now.
I'm new here, so some background - I had childhood sexual abuse off and on for about 10 years. By the time I was in my mid twenties I put the past behind me to the best of my abilities and was going pretty well. About 6mths ago I felt strong enough to start (and carry though with!) therapy for my issues and have been seeing a T. My T was all into talking about the details of the abuse and memory recovery work and in my ignorance I trusted this process and tried my best to discuss and recall what I could. Long story short, it has been a disaster and I am now in a far worse state than before I started this process. I’ve just stopped seeing her and have booked myself in with someone new, but I won’t be seeing them for 3 weeks.
I feel really alone right now and I hate my new even-lower functioning self. There is no-one I can really talk to. Talking to friends seems to yield a caring kind of ‘you’ll be okay’ attitude, but I don’t feel ‘okay’. And they also seem to have disbelief if what I say is too much. I just feel that no-one gets it and I’m really hoping someone on this forum will, and then they will be kind to me.
One thing that won’t stop bouncing around my head is my scariest dissociation event (just recently learnt what to call it) where a work colleague was walking towards me and about 2m away - time stopped and later I came to with him lying on top of me. I asked him to let me up and he did immediately (and was nice about it) but clearly he was surprised with the request (For context - there had been some light sexual banter between us and I think he made a suggestive move which triggered me into blanking out and in that state I came across to him as interested/willing). Needless to say, with my past, this event scares me…what if it was someone else who didn’t respect me enough to immediately and politely get up. What if I didn’t come to until too late?. Whats really compounding this is the two reactions I've had when trying to share this event. When I told my T this story, she responded by telling me that other people are much worse and that they can lose many hours in a day and spend everything on their credit card and how much of an issue that type of blanking out is….and that was basically all she said and the topic moved on.
This typical comparison to people that are worse off than me makes me so angry. I know others had (and have) it worse than me and I truly feel for them. But right now I want this to be about me. I feel like I’m back where I was as a child, I’m struggling inside, I’m scared, and I’m alone, and no-one can (or is willing to?) help. Has anyone else felt like this?
I started therapy work with the goal of improving my parenting. Well....for the last 6mths I've been a much worse parent. My triggers are much worse, I have a shorter fuse, I have nights where I don’t sleep, and regularly times where I NEED space and my kids have to look after themselves (they are old enough so its not a safety issue, but I hate that they might feel that I don't want to be with them). My eldest keeps asking me whats wrong….currently I just tell him I had a bad day.....but everytime he asks I feel guilty....I wish I could hide this better from him.
I'm sorry this post is so scatty...I can't seem keep my thoughts on a single problem.
I'm new here, so some background - I had childhood sexual abuse off and on for about 10 years. By the time I was in my mid twenties I put the past behind me to the best of my abilities and was going pretty well. About 6mths ago I felt strong enough to start (and carry though with!) therapy for my issues and have been seeing a T. My T was all into talking about the details of the abuse and memory recovery work and in my ignorance I trusted this process and tried my best to discuss and recall what I could. Long story short, it has been a disaster and I am now in a far worse state than before I started this process. I’ve just stopped seeing her and have booked myself in with someone new, but I won’t be seeing them for 3 weeks.
I feel really alone right now and I hate my new even-lower functioning self. There is no-one I can really talk to. Talking to friends seems to yield a caring kind of ‘you’ll be okay’ attitude, but I don’t feel ‘okay’. And they also seem to have disbelief if what I say is too much. I just feel that no-one gets it and I’m really hoping someone on this forum will, and then they will be kind to me.
One thing that won’t stop bouncing around my head is my scariest dissociation event (just recently learnt what to call it) where a work colleague was walking towards me and about 2m away - time stopped and later I came to with him lying on top of me. I asked him to let me up and he did immediately (and was nice about it) but clearly he was surprised with the request (For context - there had been some light sexual banter between us and I think he made a suggestive move which triggered me into blanking out and in that state I came across to him as interested/willing). Needless to say, with my past, this event scares me…what if it was someone else who didn’t respect me enough to immediately and politely get up. What if I didn’t come to until too late?. Whats really compounding this is the two reactions I've had when trying to share this event. When I told my T this story, she responded by telling me that other people are much worse and that they can lose many hours in a day and spend everything on their credit card and how much of an issue that type of blanking out is….and that was basically all she said and the topic moved on.
This typical comparison to people that are worse off than me makes me so angry. I know others had (and have) it worse than me and I truly feel for them. But right now I want this to be about me. I feel like I’m back where I was as a child, I’m struggling inside, I’m scared, and I’m alone, and no-one can (or is willing to?) help. Has anyone else felt like this?
I started therapy work with the goal of improving my parenting. Well....for the last 6mths I've been a much worse parent. My triggers are much worse, I have a shorter fuse, I have nights where I don’t sleep, and regularly times where I NEED space and my kids have to look after themselves (they are old enough so its not a safety issue, but I hate that they might feel that I don't want to be with them). My eldest keeps asking me whats wrong….currently I just tell him I had a bad day.....but everytime he asks I feel guilty....I wish I could hide this better from him.
I'm sorry this post is so scatty...I can't seem keep my thoughts on a single problem.