From my own experience... the traumas I’ve actually sorted don’t have any kind of triggers/stressors or symptoms associated with them.
Conversely? I have, in the past, chipped away at all my symptoms WITHOUT touching the root cause (trauma) with a 10 foot pole. That’s not the recommended way to go about things, but I didn’t know that, at the time. I just figured this was the way I was, now, the cost of doing business. And I didn’t like it. So I essentially made a list of all the things I didn’t like about myself, and started working on changing them. In whatever ways just sort of made sense. <<< I wasn’t working with anyone on this, it didn’t even occur me to. So I didn’t know this was a disorder & it’s symptoms, or coping mechanisms I used to deal with those symptoms. I didn’t like myself, but I’m the only person I’ve got / am all I have to work with in this life. So I set out to become the person I wanted to be. >>> The DOWNSIDE of this is that not processing the trauma that causes things, meant I was essentially loading a spring-loaded-trap. So that when the right combo of stress & new trauma & loss of coping mechanisms hit me? All my old trauma and symptoms came leaping out. But I had 10 good years in between those times.
For me also, the triggers haven't been there. When avoidance wasn't possible, I suspect I either panicked or I dissociated. Not until my mid 20s had I begun to feel relatively comfortable around people to have then joined social groups. My dissociation, I apparently use when I might had otherwise experienced a more embarrassing and awkward panic state.
I use to fear these panic-attacks in themselves. I didn't want other people to know I was experiencing them and especially, not in the middle of a casual conversation. I couldn't understand why I was experiencing them. They seemed so mysterious and powerful, in that I couldn't control them. They would occur randomly, as if, out of nowhere. During my mid 20s these panic-attacks were at their very worse. Eventually, I got to the point where I was counting them at about 8 panic-attacks per day. Counting them seemed to help me to see them more objectively.
I still think that these panic-attacks might have been a side-effect of the Elavil anti-depressant I was taking at that time, from my mid 20s to early 30s. My T, a psychiatrist, had died suddenly in 1978. I had been seeing him for 12 years. I badly grieved over his death. I had no other medical doctors at that time and so I then discontinued the Elavil with no problem.
My heart might still likely be racing during my dissociative states yet, I'm not aware of it. Outwardly, most people seem to think I'm pretty well adjusted. Little do they know just how much I've been suffering and struggling within myself.
Generally, I've kept to myself during my life and yes, I had assumed that this was just my personality. Yet, choosing solitude isn't the same thing as avoidance. This avoidance was never my choice.
'Chipping away at my symptoms' -- this I had done as well. I've had to often tolerate my anxieties. This is a good way of describing it and it takes years and way too many years while one's life grows increasingly more empty during the process.
Changing my habit of dissociating? Yes, this would be a huge undertaking. And I'm not even aware of doing it anymore. I've always been this way.
I suspect I might never know the root cause of my trauma. Actually I don't want to know what that is. I'm mentioned a frightening and somewhat similar visualization to my many therapists, where each had given me their own explanations for it. In a nutshell, this is what they said:
In the mid 70s, my T said, this was only my imagination. He then advised me to learn to tolerate these visualizations. I wanted to believe him. End of discussion. Did these frightening experiences ever no away? No they didn't.
In 1988, my seconded T said, do realize that you won't find any help for this experience. It would be best if you never mentioned this again -- not even with me. Okay, that ended our discussion on this topic. During the following session, he then, asks me, if, I had ever been sexually abused as a child. I answered no, while not realizing that the non contact sexual abuse by my father WAS actually CSA. He then said well, I think you were sexually abused and I want you to see another therapists for CSA. I refused because I couldn't afford to see two therapists and because my abuse by my father had been supposedly resolved. We never discussed this issue again.
In 2001, another T (I saw him only once) had said that I was only imagining this as a way of avoiding my real more frightening memories of sexual abuse. He wanted me to take anti-psychotic medication, claiming that the drug would make this experiences go away. I refused the drug and terminated.
Later in 2001, another T had placed me in a suggestive hypnotic state, where I had then begun to scream as she then pulled me back to my awareness. She then said, this was your father sexually molesting you. I than told her that I only knew that this had not been a memory of molestation by my father and that I had no memory of my father ever molesting me. She then said, that this wouldn't be a problem as I could just simply create a false memory of him molesting me in my mind. I didn't like that idea and so later that day I terminated.
In 2002, another T said, that she wanted to go around my frightening experiences. I asked to what? There was little else to talk about. Our sessions became totally emotionally flat. I began to talk to the walls, floor and furniture. This was just too extremely painful for me and so I terminated.
In 2019, another T simply said, that she hadn't the training to help me and so that was that.
Later in 2019, my T said that she could not find the source of my trauma -- not even after our 6 sessions. So again I terminated.
At this point I must ask, why bother? This is why I initially asked this group if, my PTSD might still be helped if the source of my trauma was an unknown.
I also find it difficult to like myself while living in this dysfunctional state. Life often seems to come so easily to other people. My energy level is easily drained if it is there at all. As for the hard work, I too have only myself.
Looking back, I only became consciously aware of this repeated and frightening visual image within my mind at about the same time I had become aware of my father's non contact sexual abuse during the early 1970s. I use to wash my hair in the kitchen sink and would often begin to panic. I'd have to lift my head to look behind me to reassure myself that nothing was there. I hadn't become physically intimate with anyone until 1973. Yet without any mutual emotional intimacy I broke off my relationship with my then boyfriend after two years. No regrets.
So when you wrote, "All my trauma and symptoms came leaping out" the added stress and new traumas can overwhelm these previously acquired coping mechanisms. The trauma, its symptoms and emotional pain never really goes away. This I know.
I call recall in about 1970, when my T was encouraging me to return to my artwork and painting. I was then often trying to paint abstract forms using only my imagination. At that time, I can remember how very fearful I was to visualize anything within my mind, which artists often do when painting. I would actually become physically ill with fear. Eventually I did overcome it. Now, this frightening and vague visual image only seems to happen when I'm standing at my kitchen sink.