Kas_Can_Fly
Diamond Member
My most recent therapy session was odd, as it was the first one since I'd come out of psych hospital just recently. We talked about many things, none of which were typical for us to talk about and whilst I feel it was good to acknowledge those things something has stuck out as wrong in my mind.
My therapist acknowledged that at the moment I am not safe, it's not hypervigilance or paranoia, it's not obsessing over the small things that are unlikely to ever happen, there is a genuine issue. I have an enormous extended family living all over our small town, I do mean small both in terms of size and population, which means when going out it's nearly impossible not to meet someone - and the few times I've tried to prove that I'm imaging things and I'd be unlikely to see anyone, I've been proved wrong. They know where I live and they know our phone number - which wasn't a problem but our phone provider has stopped their blocking service and now we do get an occasional call (only three I think, but my mum deliberately doesn't tell me often).
A long term thought process has been the necessity to escape, to run away - not from all of my problems (unhealthy) but to find safety (healthy). But because escaping the danger feels like it would be like running away from the majority of my problems, I can't separate the two.
The other thing she was sad to bring up is that I don't have the means to move out or away, meaning that as bad as it is here, I cannot escape it, which feels like a crushingly heavy burden to bear. PTSD has messed up with my education and every attempt at work since. I don't have a way out and other that that leaving me feeling trapped, It makes me wish (a long term fantasy) of being saved, except that's not going to happen either. So I'm stuck. The only up side is she said hopefully I could wrangle the system - get 48 sessions here, then hopefully have found a way to move and then get another 48 sessions or that there's a small possibly to leave the only family I have and move into sheltered living on my own, very far away.
Mostly I don't really know why I'm telling all of this, I'm like a child whining how unfair it all is but I think it's just a rant and being very aware that I can't do anything to change it (yet), so I'm trying to lighten the burden by telling you all **Sorry!**
My therapist acknowledged that at the moment I am not safe, it's not hypervigilance or paranoia, it's not obsessing over the small things that are unlikely to ever happen, there is a genuine issue. I have an enormous extended family living all over our small town, I do mean small both in terms of size and population, which means when going out it's nearly impossible not to meet someone - and the few times I've tried to prove that I'm imaging things and I'd be unlikely to see anyone, I've been proved wrong. They know where I live and they know our phone number - which wasn't a problem but our phone provider has stopped their blocking service and now we do get an occasional call (only three I think, but my mum deliberately doesn't tell me often).
A long term thought process has been the necessity to escape, to run away - not from all of my problems (unhealthy) but to find safety (healthy). But because escaping the danger feels like it would be like running away from the majority of my problems, I can't separate the two.
The other thing she was sad to bring up is that I don't have the means to move out or away, meaning that as bad as it is here, I cannot escape it, which feels like a crushingly heavy burden to bear. PTSD has messed up with my education and every attempt at work since. I don't have a way out and other that that leaving me feeling trapped, It makes me wish (a long term fantasy) of being saved, except that's not going to happen either. So I'm stuck. The only up side is she said hopefully I could wrangle the system - get 48 sessions here, then hopefully have found a way to move and then get another 48 sessions or that there's a small possibly to leave the only family I have and move into sheltered living on my own, very far away.
Mostly I don't really know why I'm telling all of this, I'm like a child whining how unfair it all is but I think it's just a rant and being very aware that I can't do anything to change it (yet), so I'm trying to lighten the burden by telling you all **Sorry!**