Yesterday I had to go to a place that is a trigger for some pretty intense flashbacks. I knew that ahead of time. The person who drove me knew all the details ahead of time. As we were driving there and getting close, my already-exagerated startle response became even more exagerated. That pissed off my friend and we started arguing. She then brought up the details of what happened to me in this specific place. That made everything worse. Sent me into a hell of a flashback and anxiety attack, worse than anything I've ever experienced. I litterally was unable to physically move parts of my body. That pissed off my friend even more. It scared me the more upset she got with me. I was already scared enough. It's a horrible feeling to not be able to move and to be 100% sure you're going crazy and to feel like you're dying.
Today this same friend calls me to bitch at me more. Told me it was all my fault, that I should have more control over the flashbacks, that if I trusted her it wouldn't have happened, that she doesn't know if she can be my friend since I "obviously" don't trust her, and loads of other crap.
I don't understand why I wasn't able to physically move, and that's scary still. It's got me afraid to leave my room incase it happens again. And trying to figure out a good way to explain what happens during the flashbacks to my friend has me so stressed out, because I just have such a hard time verbalizing how real they feel, when logically I know it's not real and cognitively I know I'm not in danger... it's like my mind knows there's no real danger and the flashback can't hurt me, but my body hasn't seemed to catch up to that little fact yet...
Today this same friend calls me to bitch at me more. Told me it was all my fault, that I should have more control over the flashbacks, that if I trusted her it wouldn't have happened, that she doesn't know if she can be my friend since I "obviously" don't trust her, and loads of other crap.
I don't understand why I wasn't able to physically move, and that's scary still. It's got me afraid to leave my room incase it happens again. And trying to figure out a good way to explain what happens during the flashbacks to my friend has me so stressed out, because I just have such a hard time verbalizing how real they feel, when logically I know it's not real and cognitively I know I'm not in danger... it's like my mind knows there's no real danger and the flashback can't hurt me, but my body hasn't seemed to catch up to that little fact yet...