Kas_Can_Fly
Diamond Member
Since I came back from a brilliant stay away I haven't been able to sleep in my bed. So I rolled out my sleeping bag (the one I used whilst away) and slept on the floor. Several nights passed this way and I thought finally that this was more than clinging on to my little break. Especially as I realised that I was unable to sit on it as well. Is this a psychological block over being home, is it to do with the past (I stopped sleeping in my bed at my father's after the abuse took a more severe turn), or is it caused by something else entirely and how do I get over it?
Yesterday I perched on it just to try and reach something on the other side of it and I dissociated almost immediately. I had a different part of me come forward filled with anger and hatred and darkness, that's the second time she's come forward this week, she hates us so much. I don't remember anything between about five and half ten, which was when I found myself back on the floor with dental floss tightly wrapped around my left hand, leaving deep red impressions and the rest of my skin white where the circulation had drained away. The marks should be gone in a few days or a week so it's not too bad.
Will I be able to sleep in my bed again? I feel permanently resigned to sleeping on the floor, it doesn't really bother me as I'm thinking of how I find the floor comfy (plus I can't roll off of it!), and how much more spacious my room would be if I got rid of my bed, but it's not normal.
How can I help this angry little girl? Someone else inside told me I had to be the one to help her, but I don't know how, what does that even mean?! She barely hurt me to what she wanted to, she wanted to scratch my skin off, to cut me, to damage my eyes. She wanted to hurt me but she wanted to hurt herself at the same time. She needs help even more than I do and that's saying something!! But on a serious note, I am concerned.
Yesterday I perched on it just to try and reach something on the other side of it and I dissociated almost immediately. I had a different part of me come forward filled with anger and hatred and darkness, that's the second time she's come forward this week, she hates us so much. I don't remember anything between about five and half ten, which was when I found myself back on the floor with dental floss tightly wrapped around my left hand, leaving deep red impressions and the rest of my skin white where the circulation had drained away. The marks should be gone in a few days or a week so it's not too bad.
Will I be able to sleep in my bed again? I feel permanently resigned to sleeping on the floor, it doesn't really bother me as I'm thinking of how I find the floor comfy (plus I can't roll off of it!), and how much more spacious my room would be if I got rid of my bed, but it's not normal.
How can I help this angry little girl? Someone else inside told me I had to be the one to help her, but I don't know how, what does that even mean?! She barely hurt me to what she wanted to, she wanted to scratch my skin off, to cut me, to damage my eyes. She wanted to hurt me but she wanted to hurt herself at the same time. She needs help even more than I do and that's saying something!! But on a serious note, I am concerned.