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Thank you Junebug Franciemarie and Blackbird.
I had convinced myself that the stuff I don't remember (during the big black hole in my life) did not happen but after posting here had a terrible nightmare and it was full of stuff that is linked. Not too thrilled about that as that particular topic had settled for a while now. It's possible it never happened and it is symbolic only.
I hope my ridiculous tiny steps aren't offensive to anyone. I see everyone ploughing through trauma work bravely and it seems wrong to be discussing such little things. I just needed to say that.
I have more or less decided that my difficulty with this issue (accepting that I have done some trauma work - argh, just saying that is not good) is that things are still even more compartmentalised than I think they are.
In my mind it isn't an onion and is rather me on a road that winds this way and that and that I have been travelling along. In the far distance to the right and over the hill is an onion. It lives in another land with other people. There is a solid transparent wall between me and that land. I think that I am in that land sometimes but really I don't believe it.
Saying I have done just a little trauma work means that I have taken a nibble out of that onion and that means the country is real, the onion is real, and I have really visited it.
Accepting that the onion is part of me and the winding path is part of the whole story makes me feel like I am coming apart.
If these are defence mechanisms I am tired of them. I just want to be going in one direction or the other. I am much more stable in certain ways and should be able to take a bigger step forward now. I have reigned back on direct exposure for a while now to see if that helps unstick me in the stuck areas but I think it is time to do some more direct pushing again and see what happens. Tired of treating myself with kid gloves. In fact it sickens me to have to do so.
I had convinced myself that the stuff I don't remember (during the big black hole in my life) did not happen but after posting here had a terrible nightmare and it was full of stuff that is linked. Not too thrilled about that as that particular topic had settled for a while now. It's possible it never happened and it is symbolic only.
I hope my ridiculous tiny steps aren't offensive to anyone. I see everyone ploughing through trauma work bravely and it seems wrong to be discussing such little things. I just needed to say that.
I have more or less decided that my difficulty with this issue (accepting that I have done some trauma work - argh, just saying that is not good) is that things are still even more compartmentalised than I think they are.
In my mind it isn't an onion and is rather me on a road that winds this way and that and that I have been travelling along. In the far distance to the right and over the hill is an onion. It lives in another land with other people. There is a solid transparent wall between me and that land. I think that I am in that land sometimes but really I don't believe it.
Saying I have done just a little trauma work means that I have taken a nibble out of that onion and that means the country is real, the onion is real, and I have really visited it.
Accepting that the onion is part of me and the winding path is part of the whole story makes me feel like I am coming apart.
If these are defence mechanisms I am tired of them. I just want to be going in one direction or the other. I am much more stable in certain ways and should be able to take a bigger step forward now. I have reigned back on direct exposure for a while now to see if that helps unstick me in the stuck areas but I think it is time to do some more direct pushing again and see what happens. Tired of treating myself with kid gloves. In fact it sickens me to have to do so.