Hey! How did you get that all figured out so fast!? LOL I'm still miles from here..
Stop and give yourself a huge pat on the back - because this is brilliant
Lmao. I am still back and forth on it, myself, and of course, sometimes I just forget that "your brain did it to try to save you from worse" is a thing.
My therapist said similar lines to me when I was first seeing her. I think part of it is, she explained a bunch of brain stuff to me so that I understood a little better what was going on in my brain when I was experiencing psychosis due to the trauma, and how my brain had to adjust to deal with all that bad stuff that was going on during the trauma, as a survival mechanism.
Part of me getting diagnosed with PTSD made me think "oh thank f*cking god, I don't have some psychotic disorder or schizophrenia or something" so it kinda nudged those "this is happening because all that f*cked up shit made your brain bend itself into a pretzel" things along. The psychosis also showed me that the brain is capable of some wild shit.
Having to deal with psychosis helped me be more accepting of the diagnosis, I think. It was good to have answers as to why my brain never returned to "normal" after exiting psychosis. I was wanting to just go back to my old life, just pick things back up and get back at it. At least now I know why that seems to be impossible for the time being.
I'm in the guilt phase of this right now..... How many others came after me because I kept quiet?
This is the stuff that continually throws me into the internal struggle of "do I report all of that to the police, and hand over all my evidence, or not?"
On the one hand: getting him locked up and getting this shit on his record, will help fewer people become victims to him in the future.
On the other: doing that, the whole report process, and everything after, including seeing my abuser again... while also feeling intense fear at how he will react... and just a shitload of fear about the whole thing... that will be really f*cking hard, and that's like the understatement of the year. Difficult, distressing, scary, I don't even know if I could handle it at the moment. I don't know if I ever will be able to handle that. I just wish it would all go away, so badly. I wish I didn't have to make the "report it or let him go victimize others" choice.