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I've been actively avoiding PTSD treatment for over a decade, to the point of even missing the days and weeks we covered PTSD in school in various classes, and taking the hit on any exams that I couldn't common sense the answer. So I'd never heard, much less grokked Exposure Therapy for PTSD, until coming here.
Long story short, on accident several years ago I started writing. In the exact same way that the instructions in Trauma Diaries says to. With one key difference: I wrote about the good parts. That perfect beautiful moment that almost always happens right before, the day leading up to a bad blow or the bliss found in the ending of one, what was funny, what was hilarious, what was hard at the time but what I was grateful for later, what was interesting, touching, totally cool, even morbidly fascinating. What was beautiful. Every single last bit of good in every bad memory. What I could gain from it. As long as I didn't come near the actual trauma itself with a 10' pole.
It wasn't something I was doing to treat on purpose. It was just a thing. Me being perverse. Insomnia and flashbacks? Fine. I'll have some fun, then.
I'm not quite sure how to phrase my question. Is this a thing? Like a treatment or (worse, but more probable with my modus operandi of latching onto any bad idea and running with it) a hinderance with well known side effects/ consequences that I should be on the lookout for? I guess I just don't know if this is something I should stop doing yesterday, or keep doing if just for fun in conjunction TraumaDiaries?
Long story short, on accident several years ago I started writing. In the exact same way that the instructions in Trauma Diaries says to. With one key difference: I wrote about the good parts. That perfect beautiful moment that almost always happens right before, the day leading up to a bad blow or the bliss found in the ending of one, what was funny, what was hilarious, what was hard at the time but what I was grateful for later, what was interesting, touching, totally cool, even morbidly fascinating. What was beautiful. Every single last bit of good in every bad memory. What I could gain from it. As long as I didn't come near the actual trauma itself with a 10' pole.
It wasn't something I was doing to treat on purpose. It was just a thing. Me being perverse. Insomnia and flashbacks? Fine. I'll have some fun, then.
I'm not quite sure how to phrase my question. Is this a thing? Like a treatment or (worse, but more probable with my modus operandi of latching onto any bad idea and running with it) a hinderance with well known side effects/ consequences that I should be on the lookout for? I guess I just don't know if this is something I should stop doing yesterday, or keep doing if just for fun in conjunction TraumaDiaries?